From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #105 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 Thursday, April 15 1999 Volume 02 : Number 105 * 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: here`s a little something ["Christie Ambert" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 14 Apr 1999 05:32:11 -0800 From: "Christie Ambert" Subject: ET: here`s a little something Hey Angels! Well I saw most of my friends yesterday that i havent seen in such a long time. And yet they all made a point on telling me how i made my mom cry all the time when i was in florida, some friends ha! So i wrote this Appologies by me Christie ~@ the flowerchild angel@~ I can see the dirty look on their faces like Ive done something wrong. They said I made them cry, I said I was sorry so many times I even forgot how to spell the word. There`s a lesson to be learn with life with each expirience you learn a little more, it molds you and it makes you stronger. I appologized for changing, and for making my mother cry. - -------------------------------------------- Heartbroken by Christie ~@The Flowerchild Angel@~ I keep steping on pieces of my heart. I keep looking for all the reasons why. I keep asking question after question but you wont answer. I keep going insane,cause i have no idea what i did wrong. I grabbed my bags and I left causing heartache and pain to my loved ones, me still thinking you didnt care. Last night, I bumped into you again and you seemed happy to see me, but you never really looked into my eyes.You never saw what I was thinking cause you answer the letter and she kept looking at you looking at me. And I just turned around and walked away. - ---------------------------------- Well any imput let me know... oh before i forget im going to try to do my new webpage this week hopefully...ill put my pic and some of my poems in it. if anyone has any ideas on thing i could put in it let me know. See ya` Christie ~@The Flowerchild Angel@~ mail to:keeperof1kcds@alloymail.com "She`s into superstitions, black cats and voodoo dolls" Ricky Martin, "Living la vida loca" Get your FREE Email at http://mailcity.lycos.com Get your PERSONALIZED START PAGE at http://my.lycos.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 14 Apr 1999 21:54:29 -0400 From: Rachel Subject: ET: ... @~ Everyday Angels ~@, Hi! Another poem coming your way from me! :) *lol* The Circle and The Square "Your clothes so stiff Your ways so square I'm falling in an abyss I don't belong anywhere" The Indian boy says this With pain in his eyes The American kids look through him, the point they have missed That while you look at his eyes, the missed years fly by Back to the days where the smooth sounds of weaving baskets are heard And smells of sweet corn fill the air Where everyone stands equal; the human, the trees, the deer, the bird Where the mare runs free painting the clouds with silver water coloured hair You can feel the roundness everywhere in the sun, the moon, the stars Everything seems to symbolize a circle, even the blackbird soaring in the air You can feel such simplicity that it doesn't matter where you are I suddenly seemed to be coming back to reality Flying back to the present was not what I wished to do Today's pollution I did not want to see Can you imagine what this little boy went through Torn from his simplistic past Brought into this "save your soul and no one else's" future It's no wonder he isn't in a rush to learn our ways fast Coming to the loud noises of traffic from nature's heavenly purr "Your clothes so soft Your ways so round I want to bring you back to your old memories Where you can hear nothing but your mother's beautiful sounds" "I want you to come soaring back to your past To remember how you used your hands to not hurt but work I want to give you this chance to do so but it may be your last For soon you say, you will kill of your past" "No! I don't want you to forget The mourning chants, the smell of moccasins You cannot fill your life with today's hate and regret You must not make yourself forget the songs of the blackbirds or the touch of a dolphins fins" "I want you to fly from here From this over populated polluted town I want you to fly from this fear From this square and land in your round" I wanted to tell this boy all this I wanted to cradle him and take him from his ackwerd new ways I wanted to save him from his abyss And bring him back to his old days But that look in his eyes made me speechless As we looked into each other's eyes and traveled to his days together We felt a sense of simplicity and togetherness And I knew secretly that was all he needed for that moment But how will he survive this new foolish place? Torn from his old oxygen, how will he breathe fresh air? How will he remember the moon's face? Or the silver water coloured mare? ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #105 **********************************