From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #60 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, March 8 1999 Volume 02 : Number 060 * 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: looks...of course [ib-3@juno.com] ET: Angelfied...Petrified ["a poet on 'Bleeker Street'" Subject: ET: Angelfied...Petrified "Angelfied. . . Petrified" by John Khuu Angel, Angel. . . . Alone in hell. I crafted those wings on her Her white feathers meticulously plumed, My heartstrings softly strummed and finely tuned; I crowned that halo on her, The glow upon her and in her I lit, So brightly do I shine that a smile slips. But they tell me that I have to clip her wings, My hands devour my face in shame Because I know her face by name; So they want me to unstitch her only wings And paste on her name a human face, Shamefully-to her I have no face. I dress her up in holy white While cloaking the unbearable truth That my dreams of her never come true; I hide myself from her eyesight Yet I feel those feathers softly caress me But wake up to the emptiness hiding me. I am the predator of hopeless dreams But the prey of wasteful lovemaking schemes. I am the victim of her hazel eyes And the trapped rabbit of my crafty lies. "Oh, Angel just fly away far from me please Before I pray to you for you on my knees. "And cut off my heartstrings on you Before they pull me back to you "But keep those angel wings of mind-they are yours Because I have no use of them anymore. "Angel, An angel you are. . . . I'm alone in hell afar." - --end of poem-- written on February 1, 1999, from 10:48pm to 12:05am (paused) & February 2, 1999, from 12:54pm to 1:36am comments/criticisms/slander/suggestions are welcome.... "this depression is all over me like honey."--John Khuu "And the feeling that it's all a lot of oysters But no pearl And all at once you look across a crowded room See the way that a light attaches to a girl" - --Counting Crows (Long December) depressingly yours, John "Angelfied...Petrified" Web page here: http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Coffeehouse/8132/angelfy.html poems by me & other teen contemporaries found here: `~=-_-=~``~=-_-=~``~=-_-=~``~=-_-=~``~=-_-=~` | Bleeker Street Cafe | = = http://www.geocities.com/SoHo/Coffeehouse/8132 = = | maintained by a poet on 'Bleeker Street' | `~=-_-=~``~=-_-=~``~=-_-=~``~=-_-=~``~=-_-=~` ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 7 Mar 1999 21:15:02 -0500 From: Mandabear four Subject: ET: a little poem. tell me what you think ~Untitled~ Your butterfly still poisons you with memories of the past. The caterpillar cocoon that once was shrouded has now emerged. You can't try and push it back in because it can't be forgotten. We don't have the power to cast the recollections out into the sea of oblivion. With a world of thoughts and a world of experiences, It's easier to pretend that the prayer was never answered. But how can something so obvious be sequestered with such ease? Whenever this element looks at you it's so crystal clear. Just take a look next time you feel you're being watched. <3 always ~Mandabear~ "And there are times I'd rather kill you than listen to your honesty, but you'll always have a friend in me. " -Garth Brooks- ________________________________________________________________ Get secure free e-mail that you don't need Web access to use from Juno, the world's second largest online service. Download your free software at http://www.juno.com/getit.b.html. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #60 *********************************