From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #90 Reply-To: eda-thoughts@smoe.org Sender: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Errors-To: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Precedence: bulk eda-thoughts-digest Wednesday, July 22 1998 Volume 01 : Number 090 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: sam REALLY applaudes.... [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: hello [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: and more! [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: Sam's turn to applaude...supposedly.... [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: 2 [karagarbe ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 17:27:00 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: sam REALLY applaudes.... Angulz, Jamie! "I Follow You" was the most wrenching, beautiful, honest poem I've read in awhile. It was so truthful and descriptive and it really described something...wonderful.... Naomi.... "Let Me" was the kind of poem that seeps into you and hits your heart and you know exactly what the person is talking about. That sure was a poem I could identify with and it was very very good. Kara, "Blossom" was haunting. It was excellent. We seem to have a theme going here.... Okay I would read through more but I'm kinda lazy. Hey what can I say? It's a lazy summer day. You angels are so sweet I want to thank you for everything.... I often look at everyone else's poems (esp. my chica-bud Naomi) and start thinking, "gosh they're so good...." So it's nice to hear what you think. Luv ya, Sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 17:27:04 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: hello Angulz, Here's one for you.... Well, for you to read. Sam the ? angel - ---------------- sm july 21 1998 she stands at the edge of the cliff toes over in diving-board style looking down, face expressionless, at the sea that swarms below her the air around her forms a haze as though her mood drifted out of her and seeped into the sky her pose seems to say she is thinking one foot half turned to the side, toes gripping, digging into the dirt canvas sneakers sit side by side, neatly a few feet away the waves crash below dark, deep, rose-shadowed flames the air whips around her and she leans forward short brown braids swing toward her face in a delicate simple move her legs hold her calmly, the rocks are her only witness arms overhead, eyes a hazy, churning color she stares down, and she falls.... - ------------ sm july 21 98 i thought i would wait till sunday, when you'd come into that corner store sit on the stool at the counter and look intently out the window as though you watch for something but never really seeing who passes by outside the big city windows no need to do it today, i told myself, or anytime soon, for that matter no need to end it all suddenly with one shattering blow of the hammer you keep by your door the people with their bustling shopping bags remain the flow of the streets and almost-bands playing on overturned trash cans add to some normalness of the day may as well keep it simple, and for now just keep on giving you sundaes topped with red straws sticking up out of whipped creme you always were one to notice changes - ------- july 21 98 standing in a sea of flowers colors leaping up like waves self blending with non-self strands of hair mingling with the sky and the wind tells of simple things how life can be beautiful and free how the flowers waving in a delicate breeze are so like the ways you move your feet around them the vibrance of the sun provides a backdrop that sparks with the light in your eyes and the flames licking the sky and dying into the horizon are wide open as are your outstretched arms and for that moment you are life moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 17:27:10 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: and more! Angulz!!! "its been 1 week since u looked at me threw ur arms in the air u drive me crazy" What is that song? It's on now, it's a new song, upbeat, fast, and I love it. Lezzee. Like, here are sum thingz dat I found in my notebook. Sorry if I already sent you some of these. Do you know I was once in a psychological study on friendships? =) Luv ya, Sam the ? angel - ----- 1997 by sm Mascara layer upon layer on carefully curled eyelashes pretty as a picture then shock dripping, dripping, dripping running down powdered cheeks in an avalanche mix of mascara and tears - ------ 6-8-97 there is a lovely little house i have many a time seen it holds trunkfulls of secrets i know i shall enter and discover such things by and by one of these summer days of curiosity - ------ ~here is a dumb one but it was fun to write so don't criticize too hard :)~ Run On 1997 drug free that's me so is eddie we'd like so tea oh no please don't slip that cocain that you bought in the rain colored tea-stain into our cups thank you so much do you have any pink punch we'd like some as such is that a syringe i don't meen to infringe but it makes me cringe as does a squeaky hinge don't poison yourself it's not good for your health you have lots of wealth well thanks for it all we don't meen to stall we'll leave by the hall we'd like to come back of tea we have stacks we'll bring you some next time just to be kind - -------- 6-13-97 a blank mind drifting over gusts of seas of thought oh that wind coming through the open window is cold it is almost summer but spring must have its las word i guess my mind must too - -------- you are what you percieve feb 1998 oh i don't like you at all you make me want to scream you plague me with bad thoughts on which i'm not too keen if i wanted to elaborate i could say that you're every bitch on the hearth you're the loser among us you're the one to be wary of you're the one not to trust to put this very bluntly my darling you haunt me in my nightmares you are so cruel passively i think i just might explode but then i'd lose eventually but no i will not do that i'm too good to be one of them i would never want to hurt someone i'll make you my friend go ahead bitch keep it up you're supported i'll just leave oh not me i wouldn't think such thoughts you are what you percieve you have taken everything you have made me lose control you are too perfect you're evil inside i'll stay nice to save my soul you are what you percieve you are what you percieve moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 17:26:54 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: Sam's turn to applaude...supposedly.... Angulz! >Hi Angels... or should I say Hi Angulz! As our ? angel so cutly(?) put >it :)) Ah yes...doncha just love me??!! >Anyways... how are ya all... Living...barely....Hanging from thin threads in the air and being torn about this way and that by the wind.... >Hey Sam! 'sup? Hey Doc, I'm like so honored to be the first you said hi to. :) >Let's see.... or shall we say letzzee! *lol* LoL Y'know I just knew you all love me so much. >Sam you're such an inspiration... Awww! Exactly. Yer EDA sis here and her way of creating new words (of course I am talking about ME...sorry girls). Suy dude! (I made up that word "suy" but what if it really is a word? I have no idea what it means.) >and what can I say I'm such a copycat! Hey! Iz all coolness. >Oh and of course last but certainly not least Naomi. The tradition continues.... :) We make this list happen huh chica? Okay okay so I like won't take up the whole list with ramblings...then again, Doc Rome did it so why can't I? We need to fill up da space in here anyway. Umm.... Naomi I really wish I could write so many poems that are so good and that hit home with so many people...it's yer talent I'm afraid, you're productive AND good, wow. =) >"Naomi" for a ton and a half of heart-shattering poetry! That's WHAT I was trying to say. Stole my line Doc. J/K. >which leaves us with the two most productive angel poets... Don't forget, *I'm* also the one who thought up the "angelic poets" name. Hehe. OKAY OKAY I'll shut up before you all write in saying, "y'know Sam yer wrong, we actually hate you...." Oh that would be awful. >"Sam" for "Yellow Petals Fall" the one starting "you hold me" and >"the lady of shalott still continues" Thank you Doc for your praise....It really matters cause I think you're definately one of the angel poets on this list that really reads thoroughly and thinks about everyone's poems....And your description of "the lady of shalott still continues" was like...perfect.... Okay this post is long enough, I'm gonna break it down and flood you all with MORE posts, so the NEXT one will be applauding. I should change the subject to "Sam Comments" but I'm not gonna. Later sweeties, Sam the ? angel P.S. Does anyone else really like that song "Perfect" by the Smashing Pumpkins? It totally makes me want to cry....Somehow.... "angel, you know it's not the end we'll always be good friends the letters have been sent on so please, you always were so free you'll see, I promise we'll be perfect perfect strangers when we meet strangers on the street lovers while we meet" by: ~the Smashing Pumpkins~ moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 21:01:46 -0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) From: karagarbe Subject: ET: 2 This is really old but I don't think that I ever posted it here. I was reading over it a few nights ago and it still is completely true. I think the day I wrote this was the longest day of my life, and I wrote more than I ever had before. It's part of a series of 7, but i'll spare you the rest. *~*~*~* 12-4-97 2- I see you complete Hidden in shadow Kept from my eye The dark side Waxes and wanes Empty, full, empty Whose hand turns you Pushes you into the light Then retreats with you into darkness Whose hand moves you Sends you spiraling about a distant center While you remain the one constant Whose hand takes you from me Then shows you again so clearly I think it is my own Mangled fingers clutch the tatters of a memory Refusing to let go Godspeed God bless Who are you to judge in this way? God damn Comfort-- Cold Comfort As my body spills loosely through the cracks of his soul My outstretched arm dangles from a naked hand Cold save for his emblem, my saving grace The memory caresses my thumb And violently overthrows the symbol of his love It burns a cold fire, Threatening and punishing It belongs elsewhere But stays behind to punish-- Me for such a transgression The future laughs in the background Oblivious to the conflict Memory has gathered itself beside me But does not invite me in Taunts me Drags a snaking tongue across my soul And leaves me tense, expectant Retreats But the perfect swirl of color has me bound Black and white Locked to the memory Chained to freedom Bound to oblivion Sworn to confusion The ice melts away I drown in the puddle of his love Rising to caress my neck In a misty noose Such blissful slavery I could choose no other path To break the chains Undo the binds Revoke the oath Would kill The noose tightens Either way is suicide My battered fingers fall limply to my side His side Waiting to be lifted again They drag across the ground Splinter Shatter I stumble on in the soft illumination Glancing up to you So far and taunting But bright Guiding I will follow Until again the day I see you complete _____________________________________________________ "If you could give people one message, what would it be?" "Love." --Ed Kowalczyk, lead singer of Live ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #90 *********************************