From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #44 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 Wednesday, June 3 1998 Volume 01 : Number 044 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: The Guitar Song Wish [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: More poems... ["Dr. RomeAntic" ] ET: first thoughts [Erik Johnson ] ET: Second thoughts. [Erik Johnson ] ET: my first poem here ["Kerry *jo*" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 1 Jun 1998 21:10:14 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: The Guitar Song Wish the guitar song wish sm june 1 1998 sitting here picking the guitar/which i can hardly play though i've come so far/the ping and the pang of so many hearts/as i pick and i pry at all the stiff parts when i'm lonely i blame myself 'cause/think i don't deserve anything so there is no loss/no balloons or flowers, there's only they sky and me me/trying for love and dreaming of free a big load of money won't make me smile/and pianos with sunshine grow dim after awhile/the clouds still roll in with the sea/and i know deep down you're thinking of me but guitars only play enough tunes/and there's only so many songs i can croon/when the winter pales into spring's sigh/i'm sitting and wishing it was july always wanting more every time/being impatient is a great crime/when time is the alter i'm on the stone/and i can't help playing while i feel so alone moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 02 Jun 1998 18:42:05 +0200 From: "Dr. RomeAntic" Subject: ET: More poems... Hello again! I read another jewel in last digest and this time it was Sam's wonderful long untitled poem (gotta name that)... it's so different from what she usually posts... we want more of those Sam!!! :) I watched Untamed Heart yesterday with Christian Slater, Marisa Tomei & Rosie Perez... and it's such a wonderful movie... those stories never cease to amaze me and touch me... and this poem I just wrote... EVERYTHING COME & GONE Like this wonderful colorful baloon That just exploded infront of my head The best time of my life Disappeared from my schedual, with you Your light was the brightest You touch most gentle on my face Your child heart was huge But so fragile You knew everything that was simple And that was all I really needed You showed me what is important And allowed me to bring you into my world We'll always be intertwined As you live in me While I'm double alive Since I gave you a reason To feel wonderful about yourself and your life To let it go Into your last look at my smile of adoration And your last warm breath That made me so giddy But I let you sleep We had a long day and such a short time together You still sleep with your satisfied smile I still live with my own Empowered by your soul that is pure magic So this is not finished We just had a long day and eternity still awaits I will join you when I'm ready for a satisfied smile I just have to learn the story first So I know who I am Just like you knew... and you told me But I left it with my last tear On your smiling lips 2.6.1998 And here's an older one... NO WARRANTY How do you free your lips Of the taste of the sweetest kiss And when does the curse of love wear off I sure am in need of tips How do you heal your heart When it wears her name engraved And will this killing pain ever stop So I can hope that my life'll be saved I'm trying to dry my hair In a cold and heavy rain And the storm is raging above my head I don't think that I can stay sane Cause I miss her smiling lips And gentle touch of fingertips Cruising round my body And her sparkling pearly eyes That never once have told me lies They were glad they had me to study But the facts they still remain And I don't like this cold game I think I never was her man How do you prepare your ears Used to hearing her gentle voice To listen to our lost world's screams My head hurts but I have no choice Can I rescue my mind From haunting of her whispered thoughts And will I see the world my way again After I fired few blank shots Still I see her everywhere Where my eyes are searching And I can feel her in the air But I just can't hold her hand I really miss her soft laugh Knowing it ain't just a bluff I was happy for the first time And my soul still is hers All I did was not enough I spent it like a lousy dime Yes I think I was happy Happy for the first time in my life Desperately happy Have fun and stay beautiful Dr. RomeAntic, an angel with the worst stroke of luck "I wear your locket Our picture's inside Inscription says, 'The joy's in the ride' And I believe Something so sacred Is something worth this kind of fight 'Cause love knows no patience You can't please everyone all the time " Amanda Marshall/Dark Horse/Amanda Marshall Catch Dr. RomeAntic's cyber image @ http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/2009 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Jun 1998 10:24:03 -0700 (PDT) From: Erik Johnson Subject: ET: first thoughts Hi there, I just wanted to write and say hello to you all, I've joined the list now that I've heard of it, this is actually what I had hoped to find joining the big list. I've written to some of you before, so hopefully we can all know each other better here. I don't actually have any poetry or stories right now, my last poem is on a friend's coffee table, but I'll get it for you all sometime soon. That's it for now, but not for long, have a good day, and when my sencond thoughts and insecurities come, I'll send them anyway. Erik The Idealistic Angel _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 2 Jun 1998 14:30:11 -0700 (PDT) From: Erik Johnson Subject: ET: Second thoughts. Second thoughts, yet without hesitation or reserve. My hope that you all may know me, in some way deeper, more real. Not uncertain. I wrote this a couple nights ago sitting and drinking coffee with wonderful friends, an expression of impression. A sentence and complete thought. So pure and good and real that doves white, of purest white, leave and fly from their perches- atop the grand tall steeple to rest somewhere sweeter, nobler- upon your shoulder, that grandest honor and glory to be with you and resting receive their fill and purest energy of flight -exhiliration- and of joy of life that so resplendent is fullfilling to the utmost and joy. It fit the night, and had meaning thus, I hope that it is as good fresh as it was then. Anyone who would like to read somemore of my poetry can find a few poems on my web site at: http://www.geocities.com/soho/gallery/9011/poems.html For anyone who doesn't have internet, I can e-mail them to you if you are interested. Erik The idealistic Angel _________________________________________________________ DO YOU YAHOO!? Get your free @yahoo.com address at http://mail.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 02 Jun 1998 14:39:11 PDT From: "Kerry *jo*" Subject: ET: my first poem here Hi again, it's me. The newby angel on this list. I have been racking my brain and searching through all the poetry I have written in the last little bit so I could maybe get up enough courage to put one on here and hopefully get a response. I have chosen two to put on here. They are not the best but they are very close to me and I want to share them with you. I read your poems and I wish someday I can write like you guys. oh well enough rambling. It's time... Kerry*jo* the angel with a not so every day heart who is sharing something with you guys only one other person has read *takes a deep breath* A Beautiful Rose So beautiful, standing apart from all the rest. Everyone stops to stare, yet no one dares to touch. It has been called a work of art, a gift from God, it has withstood the rain and sun and it has everything, except someone to love. Kerry Ekenstam January 1997 this next poem is dear to my heart because my boyfriend cried when he read it, saying it was me *sighs* life's wierd ain't it?? An Angel With No Wings A sweet smile and a face to match. Always cheerful always the first to see good in every person she meets. "She's an Angel with no wings," they all would say. Though she doesn't sit in Heaven and she can't fly around it always feels like she is there a memory you hold in your heart. But, what makes her an angel is who she is, what she does, and how she loves. She is just an everyday person with a not so everyday heart. Kerry Ekenstam 12/27/97 I would love you comments and HONEST critiques please =0) THANKS! ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #44 *********************************