From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #91 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 Thursday, July 23 1998 Volume 01 : Number 091 Today's Subjects: ----------------- Re: ET: and more! [Lara ] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #89 [Angeljlb96@aol.com] [none] [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: a few nights ago [kara garbe ] ET: I don't quite know.... [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: be a debaser [gosiam@juno.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 22:59:26 -0500 From: Lara Subject: Re: ET: and more! >"its been 1 week since u looked at me >threw ur arms in the air u drive me crazy" Hey Sam and all! This song is the new Barenaked Ladies song called "One Week" off of their new album "Stunt". It's really good! :-) Lara ====================================      L a r a    larajean@gmx.de, ljr4@ra.msstate.edu          http://www2.msstate.edu/~ljr4 "from the dark side we can see the glow of something bright..." - Dave Matthews Band ==================================== ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1998 00:30:23 EDT From: Angeljlb96@aol.com Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #89 In a message dated 98-07-21 18:10:32 EDT, you write: << "Jamie" for "I Follow You" The most beautiful poem in this period. Wondurful use of words and images that paint the feelings of finding and being with somebody who makes you be more than you are on your own... of intertwining thoughts, bodies and words that usually need not even be spoken. Falling in love with everything that in any way represents that special person simply scars us for life and thus making them present forever and understanding them... you just follow... the body, the thoughts, the spirit...! >> Oh...Doc...you got me all touched! And now's not a good time to do that cuz I just got back from City of Angels...*sob*...but really, you made me smile A LOT. I'm so glad you liked it! <> and I'm going back! How could I not? You saying I'm witty?? awww...shucks ;-) Props go out to Jon for his smack daddy ass poem (translation: loved the poem, Jon)!!! Love you all, Jamie WAIT! I'm gonna post some stuff I wrote THE OTHER DAY (yea...that's right, you heard me...not on the spot shit here!) My friend Mikael told me to write a poem (on the spot) first using the words "sleepless and dreams" then another with..."chasing memories...or coming to your senses." They were written in about 5 minutes (total) so gimme a break! Here's the finished product(s)...let me know what you think. the first.... Sleepless Dreams by Jamie Mathews Tossing and turning on a cold and sleepless night and he keeps pulling the covers. She says, "It's a metaphor... for our whole relationship. You keep pulling and taking... and I just let you have it in the end. And what do I get stuck with? It seems time is all I have left." His eyes fluttering... His teeth chattering... he must be dreaming again. She says, "It's settling. My dreams got to be a thing of the past. And I realize I've 'settled' for thislife... and for this love... and now time is all I have left. Tossing and turning on a cold and sleepless night and he keeps pulling the covers. and here be the second (which has somehow become a song that I wrote the music to today...and I'm really proud of)... An Echo of Love by Jamie Mathews She takes the cigarette out of his hand... puts it out on his worn down guitar. Chasing memories down a dead-end road never really had them running far. She lies him down on the torn box spring, and walks off to the balcony's ledge. the wind tells her she better come to her senses cuz she's sitting too close to the edge Chorus: and she wonders what she's doing here again As tears of ink retract from her pen And a heartbroken girl tries to explain That an echo of love has left its stain la da di....(okay you gotta be in my head for this part =)) She walks over to his out-of-date record player and pops on an old blues tune She sits in the corner, and starts to cry and thinks "Life can't be this bad, this soon" There's a stupid soap on the television set much like the hopeless love she's imprinted in her mind And the woman on TV is screaming at a man that can't leave the girl's past behind Chorus: and she wanders what she's doing here again As tears of ink retract from her pen And a heartbroken girl tries to explain That an echo of love has left its stain la da di.... Bridge: Then she goes into the night with love's shadows all around She creeps into the air with the wind's whispering sound The stars in her eyes seem to flatter the moon and she realizes she's got to get out of this soon... Chorus: and she wanders what she's doing here again As tears of ink retract from her pen And a heartbroken girl tries to explain That an echo of love has left its stain la da di.... She takes the cigarette out of his hand... puts it out on his worn down guitar. Chasing memories down a dead-end road never really had them running far. So...by all means...tell me what you think! k...bye for real now! Love, Jamie ~Past the barstool boys that take and take me wnyhow, but they never take you away~ Tara Maclean ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 21 Jul 1998 23:18:27 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: [none] Angulz, Productive enough? Sam the ? angel sm july 20 98 lsat time i saw you the sky was green & the earth was blue next time i see you when we're walking down the street i'll walk on by we shouldn't meet after everything you've decided well i won't be drawn in, no and you you're still in love with me maybe it was the pavement that made you jump with pain in your feet you never were one to admit what the cape around you well, it betrays your desires i won't be wrapped up in your enrapturing stares i'm not in love with you no, no more, i know i'm not in love with you i'm off to go picnic in the sand and the sun will beat down on the scene, a hollywood video it's me, in shades with the guy with flaming orange hair and you, i can tell you're still in love with me - ---- sm july 20 98 i've decided it's not important the beating hearts, the clenched fingers which were yours which were mine yesterday you were moss on the trees disregarded & no longer the moon in the sky now you can't hold again the stick to make this drum pound it's gone, possibilities cannot renew - ------- sm july 21 98 things seem to get so odd, sometimes she writes poetry to expell her mind of horrid things that pollute the streets of her brain lurk in her alleyways and dance like demons it just feels drawn-out moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1998 04:30:26 -0400 (Eastern Daylight Time) From: kara garbe Subject: ET: a few nights ago I usually like to mull over things for a few days before I submit them to the list. *~*~*~* 7-17-98 Fri 140am curled up, blanketed in darkness and music i imagine his strong hands reaching down for me, lifting me up, cradling me against his chest, my surrogate father calling me back to life even against my will. Fighting back against my protests- "leave me here on the floor leave me with what is real leave me with what i (don't) have." *~*~*~* 7-19-98 Sun 1130p your love weighs heavily on my mind an anchor bringing me stability while holding me back freedom? or depression are the dangerous waters awaiting just outside the yoke of your embrace and like a child i chafe at the bonds you have placed me in yet your arms are the only place i want to be *~*~*~* 7-19-98 1155p incoherent fears attack the fibers of my love slowly unraveling my dreams in what has to be a pre-meditated suicide attempt _____________________________________________________ "If you could give people one message, what would it be?" "Love." --Ed Kowalczyk, lead singer of Live ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1998 12:08:15 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: I don't quite know.... Angels, Well angulz, I don't really think these are too good but I'll send them anyway. ~Sam~ the ? angel "I have this theory that if we're told we're bad, then that's the only idea we'll ever have" ~Jewel~ sm July 22 98 Darling, I will wait I won't see you not for ages I do not know how long Until we turn and have a voice in the future Until a day, a year, a decade is behind us back with the hours Until we have gone Turned into dust waited, waited too long and our ashes are scattered to the sea Then I will meet you next lifetime, or the life after that Will you still know me? When the chains have grown rusty Blown by the winds of time Pounded with centuries of rain & we have been whirled like sand in a twister An hourglass Will you remember in a thousand years how you loved me now Someday far away in a time I cannot forsee Will we hold when we meet Will you remember me - -------- sm july 22 98 when the gods arise suddenly in the white foamed waves crest of the sea that roar and crash in fury what will you do with the realization there will come a time when you will cease to swim what will you do with the outrage you cannot catch the sun or the wind or the earth you can only stand at its shores and scream why moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 22 Jul 1998 19:00:18 -0500 From: gosiam@juno.com Subject: ET: be a debaser yo, for one thing i have NO idea what the HELL a debaser is..i was just listenig to pixies dammit.. i just felt like wrting to SOMEONE! i am currently out of poems... goodie, no more torture for you guys to read my bad attemtps at poetry..well this is basically an e-mail without poetry just a whole batch of feelings...in other words, the same thing....has any ever grown weary of the things you do everyday? i mean today i had this sudden urge to (no not that!) to climb onto the garage roof and just lay there...the higher the better..i dunno i have these "things".. i went to the doctor with my mum today, and i saw all these nurses and doctors rushing running and stuff..i know this is going to sound sooooo stupid but that actually got me thinking... thinking stuff like, when i die or when something happens to me, then like no one in asia will know! like every 6 minutes(or something like that), someone dies...i mean the nexyt 6th minute it could be me!! no one in france knows you..it feels kinda depressing..but i am catholic and in church they say that our lives "down here" are just PART of our lives.. i beleive in life after death..maybe..i was taught to..i don't know..i have a rush of thoughts coming over me, and i'm overwhelmed...my fingers can't catch up... i'll probably wriote part 2 later.. bye, *extraterrestrial angel p.s. i liked your poem karagarbe..kudos to you dude..:) _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. 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