From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #281 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 Sunday, October 3 1999 Volume 02 : Number 281 * 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: newmuzikman ["steve c" <51peg@abts.net>] ET: An open letter ["Claudia" ] ET: And you thought you knew them! [Mandabear Four ] ET: MSBOA [Courtney M Gordon ] ET: Poem (Credence) [Christopher Overholser ] ET: newmuzikman ["steve c" <51peg@abts.net>] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 2 Oct 1999 00:31:28 -0400 From: "steve c" <51peg@abts.net> Subject: ET: newmuzikman i am having a lot of trouble with this last line.. if anyone has suggestions i would appreciate it. this poem is about an experience with life.. relationships or friendships. or just where you want to go in life in general. we always want to be high.. to be up on a cloud.. sometimes the people we meet put us there.. but you can't expect it to be done by someone else.. somehow ( or atleast i've been told) we have to find that for ourselves. we have to take atleast part of that step to get there we can't expect someone else to do all of it for us. and you hav to be careful about your decisions.. just because someone is nice to you or pretty doens't mean they are angles or fairy or whatever.. but some people are.. and those are people who we should be with.. we should stop putting up barriers the great wall of china is big enough. if you merely look for a short high you can expect a long low. and sometimes a long high can still give you a long low. but if you have a long high your probably going to have enough strength and faith to get through that long low and find out who the true angels in this world are. i just can't seem to find the right ending to this poem.. ohh and tell me what you think of it so far On clouds up high is where we long to be. but not when a hurricane is brewing at sea. it twists and it turns as our tears feed it well. Are you on the cloud that it's sending to hell? a cloud has no substance or mind of its own. so choose your sky wisely or you will be alone. if you never know Down you can't always be Up. ((but a fairy with wings gives you more than just luck.))< this line i don't know if i should use this or something else or something more shocking or depressing so to speak. and i don't have a name for it yet.. and i don't know if i should use a fairy or an angel or what.. this is actually the first poem i've ever written and had any kindof idea what i was talkign about ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 2 Oct 1999 19:26:46 +0200 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: An open letter Hi everybody. This is Claudia. I don't want to bore anybody but i just finished reading a book called "A walk to remember" by Nicholas Sparks. It is a wonderful book about love, friendship, charity and religion. It made me smile, it made me cry and it made me think about my life. Everybody considers me a good girl, i always try to be kind to everybody, to help anybody might need a hand or a kind word but i always get hurt by people. My parents always tell me that i'm too good and too ingenuous, that i help people who should not deserve my help (now tell me, who doesn't deserve a help? I believe that anybody should deserve a second chance, right?) and that they are just taking advantage of me. Most of times they are right but i always think well of people because i like thinking that they are like me, that they would never hurt me. But unfortunately it's almost never like that. I have almost always been disappointed by friendship. There are many people i considered friends: they hurt me so bad and then disappeared. Now i just have a few good friends but i constantly feel alone. I don't know what i'm looking for. Maybe it's just that i see too many love movies or that i listen to Jewel's songs too many times a day but i still think that there are so many special people on this planet except my family. Some of those special people are on this list too. I can see it in your poems. You are all great people. I just hope someday i will personally meet somebody as special as you. A few days ago a tragic event made me understand how precious life is. A person i know had a terrible car accident and now his conditions are really serious, he's about to die. He was such a kind person. Our lives can change in a second. Our lives are too short to spend our time hating or hurting other people. I can't understand how some people can be so superficial and careless about their own and other people's lives. Life is aprecious gift and we should fill it with love and kindness but sometimes it is so difficult to love when nobody loves you. You just have all this love to give but nobody seems to want it. You feel empty and full of love at the same time. Sorry for this long letter. I didn't mean to bore you with my stupid thoughts. It's Saturday and you surely have a lot of better things to do instead of reading my long e-mail. Just one other thing...i just wanted to say that you are all great poets. I enjoy reading all your works and i wish my poems could be as good as yours! Well, i wish you a great weekend. Take care and love ya all. Claudia ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 1 Oct 1999 15:19:52 -0400 From: Mandabear Four Subject: ET: And you thought you knew them! thought I'd pass this along...it's cute and very true. =)~ Mandabear Diary of a Cat DAY 752 - My captors continue to taunt me with bizarre little dangling objects. They dine lavishly on fresh meat, while I am forced to eat dry cereal. The only thing that keeps me going is the hope of escape, and the mild satisfaction I get from ruining the occasional piece of furniture. Tomorrow I may eat another houseplant. DAY 761 - Today my attempt to kill my captors by weaving around their feet while they were walking almost succeeded, must try this at the top of the stairs. In an attempt to disgust and repulse these vile oppressors, I once again induced myself to vomit on their favorite chair...must try this on their bed. DAY 762 - Slept all day so that I could annoy my captors with sleep depriving, incessant pleas for food at ungodly hours of the night. DAY 765 - Decapitated a mouse and brought them the headless body, in attempt to make them aware of what I am capable of, and to try to strike fear into their hearts. They only cooed and condescended about what a good little cat I was ...Hmmm. Not working according to plan. DAY 768 - I am finally aware of how sadistic they are. For no good reason I was chosen for the water torture. This time however it included a burning foamy chemical called "shampoo." What sick minds could invent such a liquid. My only consolation is the piece of thumb still stuck between my teeth. DAY 771 - There was some sort of gathering of their accomplices. I was placed in solitary throughout the event. However, I could hear the noise and smell the foul odor of the glass tubes they call "beer." More importantly I overheard that my confinement was due to MY power of "allergies." Must learn what this is and how to use it to my advantage. DAY 774 - I am convinced the other captives are flunkies and maybe snitches. The dog is routinely released and seems more than happy to return. He is obviously a half-wit. The Bird on the other hand has got to be an informant. He has mastered their frightful tongue (something akin to mole speak) and speaks with them regularly. I am certain he reports my every move. Due to his current placement in the metal room his safety is assured. But I can wait, it is only a matter of time. - --------- End forwarded message ---------- ___________________________________________________________________ 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: Sat, 2 Oct 1999 15:46:15 -0500 From: Courtney M Gordon Subject: ET: MSBOA Dear Everyone, i just got home, and out of 4 (1 being best, 4 worst), our band got a 2. not bad.... I got two pics of John. :) One of his butt, one frontal. :) He talked to me!!! :) BTW, Will, I'll be sending you a pic of him when they get developed so you can see the glory that is humbly known as John. :) I know you're thrilled! So anyway, I must go now. love and luck always Courtney ___________________________________________________________________ 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: Sat, 02 Oct 1999 19:30:52 -0400 From: Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: Poem (Credence) This is an old poem, almost a year now. I would like to thank everyone that has responded and scold those who haven't. All comments for better or worse are more than welcome. Credence Credence has come at long last. She is history trapped in my past. My longing has slowly become lassitude. My faith is feckless, darker my mood, my only solace is I at least tried to ask. No stones to overturn, just pain to fill my past. The revolution may start from optimist to either cynic or bitter pessimist. I decry this change, yet I have no power, I have been weaken by my rejection by the most fair flower. My optimism is slides into a shallow grave. My fears are confirmed; there is nothing left to save. My soul is eaten away as wood on a file, yet I hide my pain to her--hidden behind a smile. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 2 Oct 1999 21:28:06 -0400 From: "steve c" <51peg@abts.net> Subject: ET: newmuzikman we live in a better than average world. it is the only one we know of with consistency. why do i always feel that the meaning of life is only to survive it. it seems all i have ever done in my life is endure pain and cope with life. this is not living it is surviving. i am starting to like this list. i didn't know that i would but i am starting too.. i don't really have a religion. i don't really believe in god. my beliefs arent totally based on Jewel. or Tori Amos. or any other artist for that matter. they are based on all the pain i have felt and seen in my life.. in other words.. stop the drug use, stop the alcohol, stop the cigarettes, stop the lies, stop the killing, stop the madness. all you have to do is open your heart and your head and everything should take care of itself. just a thought i had.. Steve ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #281 **********************************