From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #234 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, October 2 1998 Volume 01 : Number 234 * If you ever wish to unsubscribe, send an email to * eda-thoughts-digest-request@smoe.org with ONLY * the word unsubscribe in the body of the email * . * PLEASE :) when you reply to this digest to send a post TO the list, * change the subject to reflect what your post is about. A subject * of Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: poem [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Cobby & The GoA)] ET: Re: Cruelty [CLEARVVATR@aol.com] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #233 [CLEARVVATR@aol.com] ET: Applaudings #3 (long overdue!!) ["Dr. RomeAntic" because of private e-mails from certain people, a public statement to >that degree was called for! Nevertheless, you shouldn't label certain people and it would have been much nicer had you thought it through and put it more kindly. >> perhaps someone doens't feel like *acting* like they should sugar coat what they feel. this is a thoughts and opinions list right? i suppose that would start flame wars but the whole point of the THOUGHTS list (i'm guessing) is to express your thougts. scott asked a question...kevin replied with his *thougts*...scott then replied back with his *thoughts*....blah, blah, blah, it goes on & on (oh, and somewhere in there is jamie)... do you kinda see my point or am i not being clear again. i have a tendency to do that. love, jen "the kookybaka tennis angel" ~in my head it makes sense but it all comes out as a big ol' confusing mess-me~ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 2 Oct 1998 03:59:07 EDT From: CLEARVVATR@aol.com Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #233 In a message dated 98-10-02 00:03:03 EDT, you write: << (I know she DOESN'T and HASN'T done drugs, I'm just saying.)>> i hate to start an argument ("gee, then why are you writing this post") but how do you know...or is that just wishful thinking. ugh, i didn't mean to sound like a biatch there...it's just a question. i know that there are tons of rumors flying around about every celebrity on the planet, but i have heard one about jewel and drugs. i ABSOLUTELY do not believe it...but, uh...i'll just shut the hell up now! i think my english teacher's putting this idea into my head ("sure jen, blame everyone else") that you can't assume that things are a certain way. for example, this kid in my class is always generalizing: "society as a whole is really evil. mankind sux." (<--that type o' stuff) and our english teacher (mr. beerman aka beerbelly) constantly gets on his ass about generalizing...."and what is your point jen?"....i don't think you can just assume. everyone has skeletons in their closet, now i'm generalizing! ahhh! but nonetheless i'm sure that jewel has some deep dark secrets and i'm NOT saying that it has anything to do with drugs but ya really never know. shit, now i'm gonna get posts saying: DUDE, JEWEL IS AND NEVER WAS A DRUGGIE. but just wanna let ya all know that that's not what i'm saying. i'm lost...i don't even know what i'm saying anymore :) love, jen "the kookybaka tennis angel" ~in my head it makes sense but it all comes out as a big ol' confusing mess-me~ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 02 Oct 1998 19:28:03 +0100 From: "Dr. RomeAntic" Subject: ET: Applaudings #3 (long overdue!!) Hi yall!!! This is something I've tried to do for more than 2 months now... and now I've finally got around to do it as I have some more free time!!! Here we go: Applaudings by Dr. RomeAntic Applaudings this time go to: (remember below mentioned works are just those the-best IN MY OPINION, which does not mean the rest is crap... but that either they didn't get through to me... or I didn't think they were as good as these below! Numbers in brackets are the numbers of the DIGEST where the poems can be found) "kara" for "wake"(88), TOS "incoherent fears" (91) "wake": it is like a curse to wake up sometimes... leaving everything that is beautiful and harmless and good behind cause we have to face another day of disappointment, pain, loneliness or whatever else... it takes incredible amount of strength to survive in those circumstances and not to spend 24 hours in bed... and if there is somebody you depply miss and know that they feel the same, you have to feel for them... and be strong for them... love is pure wanting (to take and to give) and yes sometimes love just ain't enough! "James" for TOS "Granted, sometime I"(88) that is all in all a very simple poem, with the simple message that is very important and true! Everything gets on our nerves sometimes and we get sick of all the stuff that causes us pain sorrow or whatever that is bad... but what truly counts is everything that is good, that makes this life worth living... and you just gotta know the bad to recognize and appreciate the good "kat" for "seeing you again", "never again"(94), TOS "you stopped around" (99) "seeing you again": It is not so healthy filling our minds with expectations when we are to meet somebody after a long time cause people change and people get afraid they'll have to go through the entire procedure of witnessing and forgetting the leaving part of the relationship... even if the wanting and feelings are so strong... they will stay repressed at least out loud, cause we have the instict to hide and protect our vulnerable parts... ... so when we do see them finally eyes strike the thick layers of protective materials... and it hurts our eyes, worse than if we'd try to stare down the sun! "Jill" for "just under"(98), "Eve"(99), "mind and body"(99); and they all are really awesome, but I go with: "mind and body": It speaks of all the diferent ways to see, all the different ways of taking the world inside of us... it takes all the vision we can spare to really see cause only then we will be offered chance to understand what all of this is all about! "sam" for TOS "a bird called to me"(88), "A Gaze At Sunset"(88), for TOS "She stands at the edge"(90), "things seem to get so odd, sometimes" (91), TOS "DARLING" (I'd call it rememberance) (91), TOS "when the gods"(91) The One Starting "when the gods": Along with TOS "she stand on the edge" this is a poem about the edge where you can not take anymore of your helplessness and needing to find the answers and way out. We are so small and insignificant to this world, and it's the nature that controls us - that can deny us of things... and on moments like those don't we wish we could be one of the wonders of nature - one of its components - so we can have power to change things and have some bigger influence and nothing could stand in our way rather than just stand in front of the doors of power. And that can make us pretty desperate - the realization of humbleness of being something less..... "Why can't I be the wind so I could visit you on stormy nights!" DOC POET OF THE PERIOD **************************** * ___ * * | /\ |\ /| * * |__ /__\ | \/ | * * | /____\ | | * * ___| / \ | | * * * **************************** ® (ma art is so lame) *LMAO* WOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOHOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!! *and the crowd goes wild* K that's it... and now let's see if there's any poetry I like that has been lately written... off to reading..... Bye!!! - -- Have fun and stay beautiful Dr. RomeAntic, an angel with the worst stroke of luck "OH yeah, know what you mean Cause a friend in love is a friend in need There's a soul out there that yours must find Set your spirit free" Sister 7 / Know What You Mean Catch Dr. RomeAntic's cyber image @ http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/2009 ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 2 Oct 1998 14:44:49 -0400 From: mandabear4@juno.com (Mandabear four) Subject: ET: a simple thought chew on >>DONT LOVE ME CAUSE YOU NEVER KNEW ME, DONT HATE ME CAUSE YOU NEVER MET ME, AND DONT TRY TO KNOW ME CAUSE YOU CANT HANDLE ME! >>Um, I wouldn't be so sure about that. YOu think people can't handle you? I know a lot of impossible people and I can handle them. I've been dealt a pretty crappy hand in life which has caused me to move from place to place. I know how to deal with people and if you let me, I'd like to get to know you. ~Mandabear~ The New Angel ___________________________________________________________________ - --------- End forwarded message ---------- ___________________________________________________________________ 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: Fri, 2 Oct 1998 19:18:49 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Charlie, Andalite, & The Goddess) Subject: ET: oh so *siiigh*; poems; and thoughts; ...if you don't read it all, please read the thoughts at the end Hi people, *sniff* As I told my camp list... I just got back my pictures (the few that I took) and now I'm reliving all the sorrow of departing all over again. Not only is that heart-heaving and melancholy enough...but since I took them all on the last day, everyone in them either looks about to cry, looks confused, or is giving me a sad, energy-less smile (or just a look). I'd rather have seen all my friend's faces happy. Ahh, this sure teaches a lesson in the art of picture taking. Never take your only pictures on the last day! So...here's an everyday angel with a very sad heart...that said, here are some poems I wrote earlier when I was happy-ish. ramble at one #1 I can still feel the air breezing by against my skin as you spun me across the universe on that cold bare green wooden floor the floor was mostly empty, but in my mind it was full the air was cluttered with laughter, the ground thundered with dancing feet your smile filled the entire room as you held your arm as a gateway for me to twirl away under whipping into space, out of time pulling back in warm, suddenly wrapped up in a closed twist no one else existed then, only us the stereo was alone, & out of sight the tired faces were a blur because it was you who was all that mattered ~-~-~- ramble at one #2 I can feel the confusion as I poured hot tea into a red plastic cup and the tables lined with faces and green mugs and plates no longer visible under piles of steaming food & clanking forks & someone making their way through the benches to get more the air buzzing with an endless hum the lights warm from the kitchen, and the couches just recently deserted, scattered with blankets & pens & pats & someone's purple fleece jacket the nook is overflowing, from the round tables' now comfortable pile of magic cards & paper to the corner's spreading mass of sleeping bags, shoes, bottles & cameras But that's in that area, the frequently open floor is now lined with benches stuffed with relaxed teenagers & laughing chatter & the far end of the room where the tables are otherwise stored is empty, save a few extra empty tables and a leather couch and the floor, harboring a lone drum and scattered papers & a piglet watch Off behind a half open heavy wooden door, a dish queen had finished a hurried meal & now stood on the damp mats in front of big metal tubs, awaiting the sudden rush of scraped dishes and the chore-duty feasters, wandering in from the hum of activity outside, just beyond the almost-closed door and few people seem to notice the kitchen staff who deserted the counters to join the friendly mass and chow down on their hearty breads and blend into the constantly moving crowd of smiling happy eaters Then the conversation fades quietly down on a cue from the frizzy haired spectator, who stands once again in front of the tables and smiles in the pleasant atmosphere in her mis-matched leggings topped with cottony skirts, she then voices her usual ideas and comments with a loosely held notebook and smiles again, and proposes a song and the voices raise as the dish queen comes to the door to listen and join in and as most motions of eating are stilled and a light radiates from the room ~-~-~-~-~- only once have I not loved someone, and that was when they failed to recognize me as someone worth loving you though, you were different, or maybe I should say you were the same You saw me and you saw who I was and who I am and who you are You loved me because I was myself and I loved it that we can be human and still treasured and liked individually and you glowed because you were yourself In a way you did capture me, without even meaning to, had you but known - but then again, we say, no regrets, ever - Inching up so that I knew it was life-altering but I didn't really realize the impact, still It was wonderful all along, you taught me so much about myself and about you You, ever the most real person I've met with sincere words and sweet honesty and radiating caring that deepened in your eyes and shone through every outlet in you you shared your soul, we all did You walked hand in hand with me, I believe we were both truly happy they ask 'when is a time when you have found true ecstasy' and I would say it was then, when we didn't think a week in advance but let the sun warm us and when we delved into deep issues but didn't wander away to what also lingered and when we bathed in a soft aura of innocence, and kindness, and lived in such a real way that I do believe even the trees wanted to feel that kind of depth But neither of us wanted to be stung, and there were bees in the grass though at first we just stepped on wild lobelia and baby weeds And soon enough we had to be tested you never let me go, and I only kissed my tears We stretched the hands that clasped us together and swam an ocean of turmoil and doubt and confusion and it seemed we would never emerge But we did, and we cleared and we came through with something even stronger, because a power is no longer a mystery when it is rescued And you smiled, because you still loved dancing with me I realized then that I could surface and smile through rain and both stars and clouds could be seen as good And I knew that what was then saved was something even more meaningful We broke through the haze into the meadow and saw the sun And we tied with a love so strong that Venus couldn't break it if she tried a kind of love that isn't romance, it isn't a passionate fever dwelt on by lightly flying fairy dusted dreamers that can be crushed and terminated because of a fragile flame It's a true caring, remaining through the chains of time and keeping you from pain, keeping me from aching And because of it, we kept on living more real than ever before ~-~-~-~- Also, some thoughts about the outcome of this list so far... It seemed that it was truly a serene, happy, positive-charged list for awhile; people writing prose, poetry, occasionally a thought sparked interest, but it was lower-key. Then, we got into heavy discussions, long e-mails, and it was interesting, for awhile. Then it seems that while I was gone (coincidence?), people got pretty hate filled, strong-worded, wrote without thinking, and now the list has a very negative feeling. It also seems as if it's changed from a beautiful, "share your inner feelings and we will listen" list to a "let's pose questions to get our hearts racing and fill up the list with rambles" list. I personally think it's time to tune down, heal up, and stop talking so much without listening. A lot of people's poems are being overlooked in the mad rush of mail that defends, pokes, and tries to stir the mind. I'm getting tired of it. Love Sam the ? angel "Don't be afraid to be weak, don't be afraid to be strong. Just look into your heart my friend, that will be the return to yourself, the return to innocence" ~Enigma~ moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #234 **********************************