From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #358 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, December 17 1999 Volume 02 : Number 358 * 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: My life is a poem(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: Fwd: Twist of Fate ["~* cymbaline *~" ] Re: ET: Fwd: Twist of Fate [SirCoolMan@aol.com] ET: some poems/lyrics ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: ~off the fly/reactionary(in a decidedly good way ;) [shivergirl ] ET: love ["Robert A. Peate" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 15 Dec 1999 13:48:33 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: My life is a poem(poem) Hiya :o) I wrote this poem this morning after a little conversation with someone where I misunderstood her and thought she said "My life is a poem". This poem though does adequately display feelings about my life. Any comments and questions are welcome but not necessary. If you don't want to receive my poetry any more, please let me know and I'll take you off. Take care and Have a Great Day! :o) -Seth ================================ My life is a poem by Seth D. Fulmer 12/15/99 My life is a poem A sonnet, a quartet a fable, an epic a european sextet In all I've experienced I've yet to find out How does it end and why does life suck? Through all of my days why hasn't my life won any great awards or been in great books An angel once said to me "Why can't we be friends?" I said I don't know you Who said we were enemies? She said nobody did but you do not love me Why do I have to love you when we haven't even met yet So many times in the passion of the moment my soulmate comes along but I just can't do anything I am so hopeless but yet I have lots of it The goddess is with me She grants me a lover I really love to write but sometimes I wish my life weren't such a poetic masterpiece! ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 15 Dec 1999 20:36:12 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: Fwd: Twist of Fate A young man who had been raised as an atheist was training to be an Olympic diver. The only religious influence in his life came from his outspoken Christian friend. The young diver never really paid much attention to his friend's sermons, but he heard them often. One night the diver went to the indoor pool at the college he attended. The lights were all off, but as the pool had big skylights and the moon was bright, there was plenty of light to practice by. The young man climbed up to the highest diving board and as he turned his back to the pool on the edge of the board and extended his arms out, he saw his shadow on the wall. The shadow of his body was in the shape of a cross. This made him think about Jesus and the things his friend had said. Instead of diving, he knelt down and asked God to come into his life. As the young man stood, a maintenance man walked in and turned the lights on. The pool had been drained for repairs. Author Unknown ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 15 Dec 1999 16:32:03 EST From: SirCoolMan@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: Fwd: Twist of Fate wow, that's awesome.... I wonder if it's a true story... :) Well, for Christmas I just wanted to let everyone know that "Christmas" begins with "Christ". He died for you so that you may be saved, and He loves you no matter what. So even if you don't love Him, or believe that He dwells within believers, it's true. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 03:43:08 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: some poems/lyrics These are some poems for a guy I really really like. But I blew my chances of ever having a relationship with him. This whole semester I was too shy to talk to him, and now he's moving. I wasted all this time dreaming... instead of actually taking a step foraward tp get to know him. excerpt from "Song of David" (my tribute to David Gilmour) - --------------------------- He is a god. Indeed, he is. His eyes... His lips... He is an image; a symbol of perfection. Let Me Love You - --------------- Let me love you, and bury your fears deep within the fertile soil, So that you might hold me in the sunlight, far from the darkness where we are so often found, fighting the demons. Until sunlight again, let me love you like no one else ever should. Let me kiss you and wipe your tears away, so that you might touch the warmth of a strange body, Discovering new continents of a soul waiting to be consumed. Let me kiss you, like no one else ever should. Let me wrap you In a blanket of golden light so that you might see a face filled with peace and tranquility. Let me wrap you surrounding you with beauty Like no one else ever should. Let me love you and kiss your tears away Let me wrap you in my arms so that love might last for all eternity. I Want To Walk - -------------- I want to walk with you along the hemline of our faith and see what ever lies ahead our eyes. I want to be held in your arms so warm and so pure, and to be guided by you. I want to know your heart, what you feel and what you see. I want to see what lies behind those eyes to see if its me you're dreaming of. Waiting For A Miracle - --------------------- A wish in a wishing well a priceless dream costs a cent Though you may never love me Its worth my penny spent. Like wild horses running I'm loving you too fast I'm hoping that just maybe You'll save the best for last. I hope to wake tomorrow and find my dream's come true. I'm waiting for a miracle I'm waiting for you. I'm waiting for a miracle I'm looking for a sign That tells me that my dream's come true That your heart's forever mine. Hoping that you love me The way that I love you I'm waiting for a miracle I'm waiting for you. A dream, a myth, a fantasy, a story left untold, Hoping for a happy ending, a sparkling pot of gold Following the North Star has brought me here to you I'm waiting for a miracle I'm waiting for you. Shatterproof - ------------ Hand on the window pane the other on the window sill as I stare through the glass that is set between us. I reach out to touch you only to leave smudged fingerprints on the window in front of me. The glass is shatterproof There's nothing that I can do Can't say 'I love you' The glass is sound proof Guess I'm just a fool A fool for you. A strong gust of wind comes Knocks me to the ground Taking all the dreams and fantasies I've ever had about you and carries them miles away to drop into the Dead Sea. The glass is shatterproof There's nothing that I can do Can't say "I Love You" The glass is sound proof Guess I'm just a fool A fool for you. I come to my feet only to realize the glass still stands and always will Because the glass is shatterproof There's nothing, nothhing I can do I can't say "I love you" The glass is soundproof Guess I'm just a fool For loving you like I do I know I'm just a fool A fool for you. Hand on the window pane The other on the window sill Staring through the glass That is forever set between us Time - ---- Time slips away only to fall into the hands of another willing to take a chance. thanks cymbaline ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 00:59:29 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~off the fly/reactionary(in a decidedly good way ;) * you know i/actually believe/in your ability/to drive demons/ into the deep/away from me/nightmares scarce/in your presence/there is simply/too much good/in you/to let them/win/have any power/whatsoever/in your vicinity/ i spin/god-like/again * by the way/i like/your/dashes * everything is/somehow familiar/once again * squeeze away/squeeze into me/it may be/ a tight fit/i can manage/we can make it/ exploratory/saliva/sticky/sweet * baby/can i confess/somethin/little/but meaningful/to me/i love it/when you/ call me/baby/it's so/nurturing sweet/ uber-comforting/offspring/of we/like subtle rhyming/found in our feet/ oh/reflexology/massage my need * how did you know/it was an/e/that girl/ that other/version of me/before/my experience/ was born * a bit confuse/all these places/in between/ the lk gaps/i map out/meaning/i read/intention/ like tea leaves/of the/non-long island/variety/ i rake images/you make/so lovegiving/like leaves/ gorgeous thoughts/meet werds/on my screen/ to feel/a red blanket/or was it/red wine/doesn't really matter/does it/they're both/utterly divine/they come from/ your mind * i love flowers/no more roses/though/but huggers/ hell yes/karesses/but make sure/it's with/a k/kay/ and my star/gets her very/own room/soon/and your heart/ is a resort/i never want/to leave/can this vacation/never end/ please/and when/did ordinary life/become monotonous/sludge/again/ i don't know/i just know/the compliment to earth/my space-time/ every time/you breathe/it's love-filled/it's/grace ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 01:02:44 -0500 From: Chris Subject: ET: Poem (War of Souls) All comments welcome. Actually, I am going to be gone from my email for the next three weeks due to Christmas break, some sometime next year you will get replies. The War of Souls I tell a tale of an Angel, a Demon, myself, and you. 'Tis a tale of fate, temptation, and what that is true. The holy Angel ascended from highest heaven above, She was bathed in the glory of divine light- The living embodiment of peace, truth, and love. From dark below, the infernal Demon rose, He was a creation of violence, hatred, and deception- The vilest of the vile, the creator of woes. If Angel is day, then he the demon be night. Both to earth, with a single goal- To save or to ruin a single soul . The soul is yours, but it is also mine. They fight for the souls of all humankind. Today, the battle rages in a young woman. To this day mostly devoid of sin. Before the Demon can even speak, The Angel warns against being weak. "Heed me and don't listen to him at all, He wishes you from grace to fall." The Demon responds, a grin on his face, "At least let me state my case." "Perhaps, we can make a deal, and I can take away the pain that you feel." As she turns to hear his case, I hear the Angel sigh, And the Demon's grin widens as he begins his lie. "Why worry about what is right and wrong?" as he continues his voice becomes a siren's song. "There is plenty of time to atone, nothing matters at all, live for the now, have sex, use drugs, drink alcohol." All the while his darkest thoughts, and deepest desire, Was to condemn her to unearthly fire. He sought to take her power, And to her soul devour. The Angel did not stand idly by, Rather she sent a prayer to the sky, And with the Lord's strength She found words at length. "Of course his words are elegant and ring true, He is the father of lies, don't let him deceive you. Do what is right, do what is in your heart, Don't let the growth of evil in you ever start." The mortal stood, confused and unable to flee, As both Angel and Demon prepared their final plea. The Demon smugly stated with cold logic, "You are imperfect, you make me sick, you were born tainted with foulest sin and you will never be whole again. Life is brief and fleeting, so accept your fate, And find happiness before it is too late. You will be that way, when you die, So, why should you even bother to try?" The Angel, smiled and said "My dear, Don't worry about the past, have no fear, For God loves you, more than you could ever know." The Angel's face as bright as first snow, the mortal women embraced the angel in a hug- The Demon was no longer looking smug. "She has shown who she preferred. There, there", the Angel whispered. "There is no wrong that cannot be made right", And with those words, the Demon vanished from sight. I tell this tale of white, black, and gray, Fore every day is judgement day. ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 16 Dec 1999 09:59:05 -0500 From: "Robert A. Peate" Subject: ET: love love love is fragile; it can be damaged. it must be handled with the utmost care by all parties. it can suffer blows from which it will never recover. i have learned this painfully, as my feelings for others have suffered. my love for them has decreased, against my own will, even, because they have not taken care to preserve, let alone strengthen, it; i love them less as a result, corinthians 13:7 notwithstanding. corinthians 13:7 assumes good relations. moral? take care, if you care, because love is precious and delicate. - --robert a. peate ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #358 **********************************