From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #100 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 Friday, July 31 1998 Volume 01 : Number 100 Today's Subjects: ----------------- [none] [ib-3@juno.com (Third EYE Blind)] ET: Love on the Metro [genben@usa.net] ET: Love on the Metro [genben@usa.net] ET: heyhey [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: java and jamie [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: okay here is one...maybe more than one...i dunno yet.... [moonsong@ix] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 03:12:07 -0500 From: ib-3@juno.com (Third EYE Blind) Subject: [none] Hey Everyone- Yah, so I'm trying to hard to find inspiration to write...it's been nearly 36 hours since my last poem...and it's beginning to get depressing... Tonight's offering...well, just something that I felt like writing. :) we could lay under the stars at night and find time to talk about nothing and everything and get home at 2:17 and not worry about getting up and going to work in the morning We could stare at the orangish hue of the clouds that shuts out the brightness of the moon and make up fun little inuendos to accompany it So if we're having so much fun tonight, what's it going to be like tomorrow? *Surely* we won't spend our time the EXACT SAME way...or will we? As long as it's with you, hun, as long as it's with you James _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 17:49:29 From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: Love on the Metro Hey, Well, after that poem I wrote about the girl on the Metro, I did some thinking and decided that it definitely had the makings of a series (since I fall hopelessly in love 11 times a day, mostly on the train). So here is the second, written anly yesterday (which was indeed a heavy travel day, plenty of time to be smitten). *Love on the metro (part II) Do you mind if I paint your portrait? you're sitting already I'll just use this pen as my brush First I'll establish a base a little bronze, maybe (mix in a little white) to form the tone of your skin The subtle fluctuations of blonde shades in your hair pose no problem I have already memorized them. the slight upturn of your nose allows your eyes to leap out and catch me I'll work down now to your lime green silk blouse which hangs from your shoulders like a tapestry on... on an elegantly decorated wall and gives your slender arm weight with its loosely creased sleeve your gold watch blending with the contour of your wrist and, oh, is that a ring I see? A sigh of relief (it's just turqouise-no diamond) I look down to detail your cunning black trousers that fall perfectly over your crossed legs and I see your feet fidgeting in your sandals (one size too large it seems) as you know the picture is complete Would you like to see your portrait before you walk away? 7/29/98 Ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 17:52:13 From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: Love on the Metro Hey, Well, after that poem I wrote about the girl on the Metro, I did some thinking and decided that it definitely had the makings of a series (since I fall hopelessly in love 11 times a day, mostly on the train). So here is the second, written only yesterday (which was indeed a heavy travel day, plenty of time to be smitten). *Love on the metro (part II) Do you mind if I paint your portrait? you're sitting already I'll just use this pen as my brush First I'll establish a base a little bronze, maybe (mix in a little white) to form the tone of your skin The subtle fluctuations of blonde shades in your hair pose no problem I have already memorized them. the slight upturn of your nose allows your eyes to leap out and catch me I'll work down now to your lime green silk blouse which hangs from your shoulders like a tapestry on... on an elegantly decorated wall and gives your slender arm weight with its loosely creased sleeve your gold watch blending with the contour of your wrist and, oh, is that a ring I see? A sigh of relief (it's just turqouise-no diamond) I look down to detail your cunning black trousers that fall perfectly over your crossed legs and I see your feet fidgeting in your sandals (one size too large it seems) as you know the picture is complete Would you like to see your portrait before you walk away? 7/29/98 Ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 20:00:06 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: heyhey Hey everyone, My life is still insane. But I'll write some stuff soon. I think. Heh heh. =) About performing! Yeah! And feeling exhausted. Siiigh. And I got a new bathingsuit at last, way late in the season....Why did I tell you guys that? Hmm. So I just wanna let you guys know I'm still here, like you were doubting it! Remember, Men--In--Black uuh aah. Latte (a mocha), Sam the ? angel "well u sound like ur high or drunk off ur ass" ~name confidential~ moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 20:44:46 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: java and jamie Heyyyyy angulz, I didn't KNOW Starbucks was called a Java shop. How stupid is that? Hehheh. Umm! Yeah my cousin (I guess he's my friend)...if anyone deserves him it's Jewel. Don't flame me for that now guys! He's just the best. He's an angel. JAMIE! DID I TELL YOU ALREADY? I love your song "An Echo Of Love." And I really like "Sleepless Dreams." WOOOOO! Those songs are soooo Jewel-like. You go girl! Sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 30 Jul 1998 20:44:56 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: okay here is one...maybe more than one...i dunno yet.... Here ya are angulz! Sam the ? angel "its like, awww cute lil kiddie! not, oh a guy" ~Sam~ - - - - - - - sm july 30 98 Mumbling in the dark red lights blowing mist in the haze above the heads fumbling for an open moment to let the rush stem like the steam heated by breath rushing in the hushed footsteps racing and breathing the thrill awaiting in the jittery wings of a shadowed dove brightly lit by sweat and timing pulsing to the throb of movement awaiting the right minute calmly, and then caught back into the thrill neck craned back head tilted up a graceful form tiny bones running smoothly in perfect alignment between two shoulders held back straight and tall held by sculpted legs seeming natural and waiting the mist perfumes the feet run softly in darkness in a blink lights flash blaring, illuminating the figure now at last to let go and dance - - - - - - - sm july 30 98 "i know it is hard for you because those nasty things spurt from your mouth like a poisoned fire it must be difficult to breathe such words because you are such a sweet being you are truly kind at heart and that is why i do not believe you the things you say are not your words" - - - - - - - sm july 30 98 time to groan another day has come and it's suddenly growing dark it seems ages since morning but the hours have flown by every muscle up and down my spine is aching my legs want to stretch but the heat lingers in the air my eyes long to close but i must stay awake as of yet the days of living hell seem to have come with the bell that rang summer the bell that i always loved whose warm tone of beaches and sunny skies i awaited through winter now, crowded malls whining children, heat clinging to my arms searching for things needed when my stomach screams attention head aching, eyes burning and my entire form is a walking exhaustion this cannot possibly be good i can't suddenly be saying the uptight things i'm thinking but it is true time to slow down time to sip ice tea and relax and enjoy this thing i call wonderful this thing called summer i need to calm down and be sweet again moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #100 **********************************