From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #195 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, July 6 1999 Volume 02 : Number 195 * 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 V2 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: melusina's dance [~* cymbaline *~ ] ET: Wish [~* cymbaline *~ ] ET: the way [nicole irene kline ] ET: YO! ["C. C. & S." ] ET: Short but cute [Mandabear Four ] ET: Not mine, but good reading anyway. :) ["Kevin B. Pease" Subject: ET: melusina's dance here's a poem I wrote from the point of view of a man... (i always have to point that out before I show this to anyone. heheh..) Melusina's dance a silhouette of violet dancing amoung the thorns of a rosebush appears in front of me. i gaze in awe of her magnificance deeming how one would be truly blessed to touch her hand. in her ray of purple passion she casts a spell on me. i'm drawn to her wondrous beauty. her lavender eyes seduce me. i long to hold her but untouchable, is she, as she would only set fire to this lonely heart of mine before turning away a stream of glittering plum trailing after. her robe settling on the frost of winter. (c)11/98 Peace, cymbaline _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 18:28:45 PDT From: ~* cymbaline *~ Subject: ET: Wish this is something cheesy... alot of spontaneous brainstorming thoughts... (uh.. kinda) "Wish" I wish I were a dog. I wish I were a dog, frolicking. I wish I were a dog frolicking in the meadow. a meadow of roses. white roses. wild white roses. Ouch. a thorn. a thorn digs into my paw. my right paw. my bleeding paw. Ouch. I wish I were a dog in a picture. Painted. so lovely. so free. Ears flapping in the breeze. a soft breeze. Happy. I am happy. but ouch. my paw. How it hurts I limp as I frolick in the white, rose filled meadow. A lovely meadow it is... Proud. I am proud. Proud, that is, to be a dog. a dog amoungst thorns and roses. I have faith that I, a fallen angel dog, I have faith I will rise again. 1/31/99 Peace, cymbaline _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 21:45:24 -0700 From: nicole irene kline Subject: ET: the way i hate you. i despise you. i loathe you. i detest you. i don't trust you. i still care for you. i want the world for you. i miss you. if i could make all these feelings understand that they are for the same person, maybe i could make them stop fighting. nk 7-5-99 ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 05 Jul 1999 19:21:58 -0700 From: "C. C. & S." Subject: ET: YO! i just realized i had all these rad live shows taped, so i had a good time listening to an interesting combo of sneaker pimps, blink 182, fiona apple and sarah mclachlan today in the car. :) some poems. songs. tales. whatever. for a change. you lick your lips and bat your eyes just wait till he's between your thighs and hot perfume your loud catwalk across the room a red dim light and doorway beads your skin is hot the lust that feeds you are led on by rayon stare happy when he's down there you're plastered kill on the wall and a steady blue that's sure to fall 6.29.99 I feel listless, I want to be weightless I feel like I'm floating just below the surface if only I could reach up through the top of the film of doubt that covers me, and release the gripping carnivorous longing to know in desperate desolation the waters of my will caving in to the glass of how much I do not understand This wishing is a wandering to fufill my serene madness - --- don't regret I will cradle your head in my arms, hush your burning tears and heated eyes don't regret, I tell you, for it is done, and your pain will only increase with self torture I still love you, the surf grows gentle in release regret never helped hold tight to the light you have left how I hate this uncertainty - ----- why did you force me to say I don't care for you I do, I do, only not the way I used to I long for the return of that fragile ship, only its harbor has shifted. I wish it would not pale, yet when I'm around you, I can't help the lack. But please, say that love comes in many forms, Do not cast me away entirely, as I feel, so guilty, I have almost done - ---- red and blue down on the surf dying heat waves and a roasted tan on the 4th of July fireworks in a black sky on the 4th of July a pop and hiss soda and heart the pounding night summer sands on the 4th of July gold light dances in our eyes on the 4th of July and I stand surrounded by wind a patriotic flow in their hands well, it's not mine as here I stand on the 4th of July a lonely piece of apple pie on the 4th of July - ----- *this one especially is supposed to be kind of a joke* my best friend called me yesterday and told me all her news she said "what's been up with you?" I said "oh just a boy or two" and all my friends are getting screwed by the boys of summer boys of summer we went to a concert recently it was the hottest band all the girls in their short skirts were doing headstands and I guess they'll get the man what a bummer the boys of summer they're so tan those cargo boys in the sand those surfer boys take my hand you strutting boys down in the sand the smiling boys and it's just the boys of summer got my eye that steamin pie gimme your shades before I die the boys of summer that's it for now! lata. sam the ? angel (tell me what you think. this list is lacking!) ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 5 Jul 1999 23:37:27 -0400 From: Mandabear Four Subject: ET: Short but cute A male teacher in a girls' school asked the science class: "Who can tell me what organ of the human body expands to 10 times its usual size when stimulated? Mary, can you tell me?" Mary blushed furiously as she stood up. She said: "Sir, how dare you ask such a question? I will complain to my parents, who will complain to the principal." The male teacher was taken aback at first by Mary's reaction. Then,as understanding dawned on him, he called for another pupil, this time a volunteer. Lily put up her hand. "Yes, Lily?" "Sir, the correct answer is the iris of the eye." "Very good. Thanks, Lily," said the male teacher. He then turned to the first girl, who threatened to complain to her parents and principal: "Well, Mary, I have 3 things to tell you: First, you have NOT done your homework. Second, you have a DIRTY mind,and Third, I fear, one day, you are going to be sadly disappointed ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 5 Jul 1999 23:47:19 -0400 From: "Kevin B. Pease" Subject: ET: Not mine, but good reading anyway. :) Well, Sam says she thinks this list is lacking... so, while I'm not the most creative soul in the world, here's a couple poems by other people that I ran across this weekend that I think are pretty good... maybe it'll stimulate some of you artistic types... enjoy. :) Kevin - ---------- "Dead & Gone" -- Jody Azzouni I hold the seashell in my hand And practice nostalgia. What better object to tell secrets to: "I loved her," I tell it. Then I cup it to my ear, and like a bat, listen for an echo. Narcissism breeds disappointment in this context at least. The thing is bone-dry, and yet the ghost of an evaporated sea yells my way. Tonight, alone in my bed, I will dream that I spread my black wings like an insect while the dawn cracks open the ebony egg of night neatly along the horizon. - ---------- "Dreams That Have Prayers Of Their Own" -- Frederick Zydek The soul leaves candles burning in these dreams. Prayers blossom bold as orchids, supplications of the numinous kind wander here unchecked. These are prayers that understand the alchemy of survival, the glassy waves that make men think behind themselves, the dagger laughter becomes when good works fade like geese deserting autumn and leave our skillful prayers to explain everything our dreams remember We must hope God takes this stuff as seriously as we do. Is that faith? When does belief become an excuse instead of an explanation? The prayers that wait in these dreams know. Do not go among them unless you're willing to hear what truth demands from each of you. - ---------- "This House" -- J. Morris This house remembers the day Come midnight, it broods still upon noon. Tomorrow it will worry yesterday. Something prowls from room to room, fires neuron after neuron, never tires of holding, mulling. This house scowls and sighs. And grows a halo of fireflies, it's thick oak tongue locked for now, silenced, hawkmoths and midges flung like insults against its brows. - ---------- "When The Children Drive" -- Ryan Oba they drive like immigrants, stopping at each signpost, reading each word slowly, each sweet syllable, to verify that they really are going somewhere else. We admire their eyes, their voices, the way their fingers tap in perfect time with the radio music. They are so eager To step on the gas, to turn the steering wheel, to stick their arm out a rolled-down window... When the children drive, times means something other than that area between work and bedtime, when most of us refuse to acknowledge that we, too, would like to safari out to the Grand Canyon, and sometimes feel like humming to a song or two as well. - ---------- Kevin Pease kbpease@concentric.net ICQ UIN: 3106063 AOL IM: kbpease "... no I don't need a miracle / but I could use a push in the right direction..." ---(The Refreshments, "Interstate")--- ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #195 **********************************