From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #217 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 Monday, July 26 1999 Volume 02 : Number 217 * 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: For a nice guy!! :) [ShadieBlu@aol.com] ET: poem [j m ] ET: poem [RowdiusEDA@aol.com] ET: "Heres a pick-me-up" [RowdiusEDA@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 21:07:57 EDT From: ShadieBlu@aol.com Subject: ET: For a nice guy!! :) Hi all, This is a quick short poem about someone I recently "met." Who is extremely nice and I just had to write this about him because I know it's going to embarrass him or make him laugh his ass off one. Anyway, here it is. Be nice! LOL! Have a good one. NICE I say your nice You say don't use that word! But I say it's OK It's not like you have lice. I say your nice, caring and sweet Quiet a treat Maybe my new vice. I say your nice You say don't say that! It's the kiss of death! But I say it shows you have depth. I say your nice once again Knowing your going to cringe. It's the kiss of death you say, but don't hold your breath, In my eyes you are a nice guy. Shelia ** Any comments or suggestions are welcome, but please remember I am sensitive. :) ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 21:36:56 -0400 (EDT) From: j m Subject: ET: poem my mind won't let go of words there for me to consume feeding habits..fantasies pulling out promises of virtue in conception it was logic though damage started to bleed through late night utterance left me hopeless elation lasting only minutes reality confirming itself self-deception taking over empty silences between static and fear...evading the obvious in turn inventing lies and false endearments wanting longevity instead of truth the other side is indifference nights forgotten keeping a polite distance love deteriorating into nothing eyes reflecting the ridiculous- wasted days and foolish motives standing back from the noise voices become clear only to be drowned out again _________________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 21:57:01 EDT From: RowdiusEDA@aol.com Subject: ET: poem Well, I'm still digging in my letter box...... 11/18/96 This is the last night, there can be no more, I shall hurt nevermore after tonight, after tonight This wine will cure me It'll allow me to foget, to go on with my life I am free, once again after tonight after tonight This is the end at last of my pain I shall rememeber forevermore but memories shan't matter after tonight after tonight ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 25 Jul 1999 22:27:47 EDT From: RowdiusEDA@aol.com Subject: ET: "Heres a pick-me-up" 11/7/96 I walked away... I threw down my script to this drama of my life. Although God was the playwright and director, I edited the dialogue and I enhanced the action, when I ended it all with my blood, my knife and her memory. _____________________________ 12/15/96 The scent of anger fills my nostrils as I stand in the background. The haunting melody that soft wind of pain, anguish, heartache flows through my soul. The rain sifts through the leaves upon the trees, and it flows from my eyes, down my cheek, upon my throat. Stopping center stage of my twisted dream, living a nightmare, being in paradise all at the same time. Walking away from it all, life, love, work, family, sit high upon my mountain, rest high on my mesa 'till the pale horse comes for me. ______________________------- ..."Give it back!" I screamed to the Heavens, "Give it back, just a little part," I cried... "Just something to give my life meaning!" ...Now my dreams are haunted with her memory. _________________- Kiss of death 1997 (read it with a country song in mind) Way back in 1995 I traded a girl a long sweet kiss for me teaching her the art of driving. We drove through town, she learned the traffic signs we drove through the country and we both learned the art of parking. The longer she drove, the farther we went, We did more than drinkin' in my hot rod Lincoln. But alas, she got her license, and now she and I drive alone I drive those country roads, but never do I get to park. (crude, but I had to put something in this email to lighten the mood...) ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #217 **********************************