From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V1 #102 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, August 3 1998 Volume 01 : Number 102 Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: here are some more [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: ok i feel stupid now [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: some poems ["Naomi Vaughn" ] ET: hey ["Christie Ambert" ] ET: morning [moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us)] ET: another tragedy; comfort needed [lil.goalie31@juno.com] ET: escape.. ["Naomi Vaughn" ] ET: What did I ever do? [beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard)] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 1 Aug 1998 21:38:56 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: here are some more Angels, Wow, here are a couple more. Love & stars, Sam the ? angel sm aug 1 98 a dozen red roses, for beauty, for grace blood red roses, lit with sprigs of baby's breath brought to me in lace deeper than Snow White's kiss blooming love & ecstasy in life a dozen red roses, an armfull of laughter 12 delicate smiles curl a symbol of joy the sweetest fragrance thorns too kind to prick & draw blood from my nimble fingers that arrange them a dozen red roses, showing me the peace that beauty brings and that life rotates the heat quenched my dozen red roses and at my feet lie softly fallen petals a dozen dry roses, their beauty yet entwined in my hands lay a dozen dead roses, still, a dozen red roses - - - - - - - 'evening dance' sm aug 1 98 I pricked my finger, you took it up to suck clean you said you felt like prince charming to me, you always were the sunlight dances off your hair & you smile as you return my hand but you keep my arm & we walk along the coast on Marketplace Blvd. I watch the way the sunset glows on your cord jacket thick & comforting, holding me in your feet match mine & we wander as streetlights blink & come on a biker passes by in a whiff of perfume & a blur of blue cars thin, the air cools the waves crash against stones in a steady mellow pulse the clump-clod of your shoes takes us to a birghtly-lit music shop a tiny cut-out in the mountain of shops the spiked-hair man at the counter smiles, offers me a brochure that reads, Dancing on the Park you wander through jazz, stride through classical and we stroll out the tinkling door the man's eyes follow us out tracing our backs against the deep blue of a fading sky my skirt blowing against your jeans, your arm resting comfortably on my shoulder the path lit by sidewalk lamps leads us away from closing shops toward the pulsing water that rolling mass swarming before us there you lean against the cement wall and look out at the choppy waves casting far out to the horizon I follow your gaze, & see the stars recently shot from a goddesses bow for they were not there a moment ago now they have overtaken the orange painted sky in a steadily darkening hue and they glimmer silently then, you rest your eyes on me & I turn to see your clear steady warmth your eyes dancing with a sort of golden fire that cannot be a reflection from outside, for it is dark it can only be a reflection of you within your love takes me in, & we sink down to sit against a blulder in a cozy nook facing the waves as they crawl up, scraping the bits of sand with white foam, and sifting back again your arm still around me the water now shining in a white moonlight you kiss my fingers & then hold them tightly to you moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 1 Aug 1998 21:56:00 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: ok i feel stupid now Angulz, Freakin type-o's! Okay in that "Evening Dance" poem....it's brightly lit shops not whatever I typed, and it's boulder, not blulder. LoL. Siiiigh. My fingers...can't keep up with me! Sam the ? angel moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 02 Aug 1998 09:39:11 -0700 From: "Naomi Vaughn" Subject: ET: some poems Hey Angels~ Well, i'm getting back into the flow of writing(yes!)...but for one reason or another i've been more judgemental of my writing than usual...which is in part what has kept me from posting much. So...I went through them and picked out a handful of poems for you guys. So, anyway, enough of my babble. Great poems guys! Keep it up!! :) As always, any and all comments are much appreciated. Be well angels... Love, Naomi the unknown angel - ---- regret every night I find myself regretting something I did, or did not do I talk too much don't talk enough I'll look back at the moment and wish I had said what was on my tongue instead of the easiest answer 7.10.98 - ----- her fate this naked, raw, thing it's tempting to touch it lays vulnurable before you waiting to be taken away off on another whirlwind of love, and deception. trembling, she reaches up knowing well, her fate. take her in your arms, save her from the coldness she'll play along and search for sincerity in your eyes, your bones. tell her you love her only her, forever. she'll warm at the words but refuse them at her heart, she knows you'll fade away and take her heart, should she give it to you. so she'll enjoy this dream and show of affection but she'll feel no pain when she's once again left naked, raw, and vulnurable out in the coldness. she knows well, her fate. 7.25.98 - ------ promise I could promise the stars, they'll never fade away. I could promise the sun, it will forever shine bright. I could promise my heart, it will never break again. I could promise you, i'll never love another. I could promise you, we'll always be together. I could promise to lie. 7.25.98 - ------ tomorrow tomorrow heaven is tomorrow never to be caught always, someday one more dream in the future a dozen more plans yet to be made I'll be there tomorrow, always, tomorrow. 7.25.98 - ------ #28 perfection is made, in your eyes. this angel of love such grace and beauty you see, in her. 7.27.98 - ------ #29 I long to rip my soul from my bones and splatter it across this paper I'd eagerly read my heart, so desperate am I to know what I feel. 8-1-98 - --- "How many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn, All the love I have is in my mind?" ~Verve Angelfire for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.angelfire.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 02 Aug 1998 10:25:17 -0700 From: "Christie Ambert" Subject: ET: hey Hey guys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I was just having one of those moments were you cant ignore some inspiration. And then i remembered one of the poems i wrote about my co-worker who has an abusive husband. Well this week i found out, one of my friends from work is in abusive relationship, the funny thing is that she`s taking this self defence class and ths week he hit her and she fought back, she told me i thought of my 2 girls and then i kicked his ass. I just have to say Im so proud of her...she`s taking control of her life. Any comments email me, Love you all Christie The Flowerchild Angel (that`s usually missing in the eda list!!!:)) Now MailCity offers forwarding so you can check your MailCity messages and other e-mail all in one place. Go to http://www.mailcity.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 2 Aug 1998 11:40:28 -0700 From: moonsong@ix.netcom.com (Us) Subject: ET: morning Morning has broken.... Sam the ? angel morning sm aug 2 98 it's morning, though I don't know how defined we stayed up till dawn but some still call that sleep we watched as the pink crept low across the sky and when a glow rose from behind the darkened hill you smiled I stepped out of the shower, the windows slightly fogged you handed me a brush and then thought better of it so you combed my hair yourself till it was silky and smooth the neighbors are just now rising, they chatter as they make pancakes in bathrobes and soft slippers I see them through their kitchen window when they raise the blinds the coffee steams from the cup that you place in my hands it wakes my soul that never slept you smile at me across bagels a smile that doesn't try to smile it just comes angelic and pure and the sun fades pink from the sky and glows a halo of light around you a quiet peace rests on us, in the cool of the morning moonsong@ix.netcom.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 1 Aug 1998 21:36:52 -0700 From: lil.goalie31@juno.com Subject: ET: another tragedy; comfort needed hey angels. this is the formerly stalked-best friend just died-lonely-ice angel here. it is all happening again. last week, my grandfather passed away. he was such a grandfather. what happened was that he had a heart attack two days earlier. for those two days, we knew he would dide. i was there when it happened. it was just too much to handle. and now he is gone. i am just really alone right now and to top it off, tomorrow (the 2nd) is my birthday but i have nothing to do as my parents are away and my "friends" are either on vacation or too busy to listen to my problems. please, i just need someone to talk to right now that can be there for me at a time like this when there is no one when i need them the most. thanks to all of you angels for reading and sorry to bother those of you who are sick of desperate posts. - -tara, the ice angel (who is alone) ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 02 Aug 1998 12:51:03 -0700 From: "Naomi Vaughn" Subject: ET: escape.. escape I've created for myself, a hideway, where I go to lose my mind. shouting at the silence, that strengthens the voice of my thoughts. cursing the darkness, that allows dreams of you to invade my head. I used to be able to escape. I'd put on a cd, and you would slowly drain from my mind. but oh...now every song whispers your name, jerking me back to my thoughts, to you. I used to write, a peaceful release... but now, everytime my pen touches the paper, words of you seep on to the pages. throwing my pen to the floor, I resort to a game of cards instead. why am I running from this? why can't I accept, that which my heart, knows to be true? perhaps it's fear that beats you from my mind. i'm afraid to love you, and to have that love returned i'm afraid, that in admitting that, yes, I am so completley in love with you... it's knocked me senseless, I might have let myself need you in a way I haven't previously It's dangerous to be so dependant... on a dream. but are you just that? or is this...more. could this be real? could it be that love everyone speaks of... everyone searches for their whole lives. could I have found that, in you? It's a bit overwelming, the intensity of that, which lays before me. oh...could I be in love with you? the thought...still seems so shocking, so...unbelieveable. unbelieveable, not only, that I could love so strongly but unbelieveable, that you could return this love, for real. 8-1-98 - --- "How many corners do I have to turn? How many times do I have to learn, All the love I have is in my mind?" ~Verve Angelfire for your free web-based e-mail. http://www.angelfire.com ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 2 Aug 1998 16:20:49 -0400 From: beccahusky1@juno.com (Kristin A Maynard) Subject: ET: What did I ever do? Hey Angels, I just thought up a poem that I am willing to share. This is rare for me because most of the time I keep my writing private. This is no masterpiece is just something that came out of my head and onto the screen. Comments good or bad are welcome. :) w/b Love Always, Kristin What did I ever do to you? by Kristin What did I ever do to you to cause you to hurt me so badly? The pain of losing you is unbearable I makes me want to scream Maybe I will Or maybe if I cry enough It'll make it all right No it won't Nothing will Not till I know what I ever did to you _____________________________________________________________________ You don't need to buy Internet access to use free Internet e-mail. Get completely free e-mail from Juno at http://www.juno.com Or call Juno at (800) 654-JUNO [654-5866] ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V1 #102 **********************************