From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #251 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 Tuesday, October 20 1998 Volume 01 : Number 251 * 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: EDAs Vs. the fumblers... [be witched ] ET: some poems [Naomi Vaughn ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 19 Oct 1998 12:21:03 -0700 (PDT) From: be witched Subject: ET: EDAs Vs. the fumblers... Yesterday I went to the Bridge School Benefit in San Jose... (for those of you who do not know what that is.... it's a conncert that is put on every year to make money for a school which helps the disabled) I was with my sister and she wanted to go to a fumble rumble ( Sarah McLachlan was playing at the Benefit)to meet her fellow fumblers... (a fumbler is a Sarah McLachlan fan Jewel has her EDAs.. .and Sarah has her fumblers) Apon going to this fumble rumble.... one thing was made perfectly clear... not only was it unorganized there were only three people there....... (that's including my sister and myself) They had no way of knowing who was a fumbler or not... it was choas I tell you pure choas.... I don't want to make this any longer than it already is...(sorry I really am) All I have to say is.. I love my EDA's and nothing beats an EDA gathering........ (as long as Jason makes his tacos heh) Dani(elle) the strange angel *{\o/}* /_\ ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 19 Oct 1998 18:45:29 -0500 From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: some poems Last night I was able to clear my mind and feel at peace for the first time in weeks...it's such a great feeling. All the problems are still there...but they are pushed away for the time being, for sake of my sanity. Anyway, I got inspired, and did some writing. These are the first poems I truly feel good about in a long while. Comments are much appreciated. Take care angels. Love Always, Naomi the unknown "okie" angel - ------- great I look at you, deep in thought, and through my sidelong glance I speak- "I'd tell you you're going to be something great, someday..." my gaze resting deep in some undetermined point on the horizon, I look down at my hands, and spread them in explanation- "but, see...you already are." 19October98 2:04AM - ---------- remember I remember love. I remember having fun-really having fun. I remember the shattering of my silence, that since has not rested. I remember the way my dad smells right after he shaves, and that one evening he wore aftershave to impress my mom-it smelled so strong. I remember hugs, strong and warm. I remember 5th grade, and a snow storm that sent me home early. I remember sleeping bags and smores. I remember family. I remember when I never understood-what it meant to cry. I remember. 19October98 2:13AM - ---------- barefoot long summer days spent barefoot in the sun cramming every last bit of fun, into every last moment. cold water and sprinklers in backyards- anything to keep cool. staying up as late as we pleased, whispering and giggling about nothing in particular. your mom always frowned at my bare feet, but I'd simply smile my crooked smile, and duck out of sight, till I stepped on a bee-she thought I'd finally learned. but, a week later, I was off running again, barefoot. 19October98 2:19AM - ---------- ssshhh please don't cry. see, I know he means no harm he just don't know, is all and see, he loves you so-honest he does. look around you now, his love surrounds you-can't you see? calm your tears,- he's hurting too the distance, it's ripping his heart. dry your swollen eyes, and breath once more- you see now, everything's gonna be okay. no more apologies and unstable silences. tell me everything's gonna be alright. no more tears, don't cry-ssshhh. 19October98 2:26AM - ---------- victory I saw love there, in her heart, a gentle winged thing leadened down by reality and circumstance. I saw it beat it's bright wings, breaking free from confusion, and doubt. I saw the radiating light, that melted anger and pain. I saw love fight for run of the heart- and I saw it get knocked down, by fear. But love is strong, and I saw it rise, and triumph!-at last. 19October98 2:36AM ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #251 **********************************