From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #175 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 Saturday, June 19 1999 Volume 02 : Number 175 * 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: hi ["C. C. & S." ] ET: felicity :) ["shivergirl" ] ET: Dream of Love ["Rizioule" ] ET: listening to dar williams :) ["shivergirl" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 17 Jun 1999 23:44:29 -0700 From: "C. C. & S." Subject: ET: hi i don't remember when or what i last wrote on here in terms of 'poetry' so here are some recent ones. where are all the locals? walk in silence. don't feel the pain, or the surprise, or the love or the sunrise. just be still in this mad state of things unknown, knowledge too late; your beautiful steps can heal your soul, run your mind free into liquid streams, your limbs loose, your eyes clear. let yourself be alive again. - --- you're here to fill an empty void that's sensed you every turn, every song, every step in a time when notebooks are worn, summer rambles are summed into letters, and daydreams linger into the reality of touch, you are here, the presence felt all along. - --- rocks, sky, rolling in clouds. feet are slippery against the smooth wet surface of round boulders in the downpour o rain. a downpour mix of ancient time, poured out from the sky and blown in from centuries, to mix with the new tears so young that they fall down onto. - --- you turned to look at me in that august afternoon when lilies danced on surfaces and floated in the moon nothing compared that evening to the rhythm of your feet for that matter nor your eyes the mere strength against defeat and in the calm and hour of unforgotten dreams you filled the void with flowers and in the sky as in your eyes there was a gathering of angels - --- my head is dizzy, no, no, not dizzy because of love nor lack thereof. why i do not know, but every second my head is reeling. only, this time, there is nothing to hold it up. no bonds to cut, no nothing, only a spinning world, a disappearing sound, a vanishing sky, and emptiness. - --- if you love, then you must live likewise, you live and love, and evil will not be relinquished but yet melted by the salty tongue of beauty - --- heaven closed nothing, no can your fingers dance? can your hands move upon the grey? does ir hurt you, you too, as it does hurt the clown who knows no shame in what he does, only thrives on the movement of so much laughter, so many lies, his broken ties. he is who cries out faintly in the dark. - --- can you put your hands to your face and truthfully tell me that you feel no warmth? no steam from your breath, no heat from your nose, no sizzling salt from your eyes. no humidity from your pores, nor sweat from your hair, nore fire from your lips? can you but help feeling your own depths awash in flame? if you can not, then i wish you could merely glimpse it, if only for a moment. - --- what happens when you write in the passion of the moment? your words become twisted, your thoughts turn to mud, your meaning engraved into the core of your society. your ashes are all that blow away. - --- and a few last thoughts from yours truly -- 1. if you see the world through green-tinted glasses, take them off for a moment to see the real beauty of the colors. then see if you will ever want to put them on again. 2. live life with no regrets. regret is pointless and unfair torture. merely learn from your agony and use it as a rope to guide you when you are lost in the night of your emotions. then to finish up -- "so i pull my collar up and face the cold, on my own. the earth laughs beneath my heavy feet" -smashing pumpkins "i just made love with your sweet memory one thousand times in my head. you said you loved it more than ever, you said. You remain, tuned away, turning farther every day" -weezer "i want to be someone else or i'll explode" -radiohead live life to its fullest love sam the ? angel ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 18 Jun 99 18:03:07 PDT From: "shivergirl" Subject: ET: felicity :) first of all, enough is spelled enough :) >Anyway, i just watched the episode where hanna returns and sort of breaks up felicity and knoll you mean noel? :) Well, julie in that episode was writing a sond, and i was thinking if by chance anyone has its lyrics? I thought it was a pretty nice and in depth song, so if anyone has the lyrics, pls reply to me all i know is that she has a song on the felicity soundtrack album; i'm not sure if it's the same one, though. and that episode rocked. :) did anyone see the finale? ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 18 Jun 1999 15:17:17 -0700 From: "Rizioule" Subject: ET: Dream of Love Hello Angels, I thought I would share with you one of the many songs you will hear at the Gathering of Angels Concerts http://www.homestead..com/GatheringofAngels/ Dream of Love II I saw her in a dream of Love She's everything I've been dreaming of In her eyes I saw a forever kind of Love for me In her mind I saw the purest thoughts of Honesty Then she falls all around me I can tell she's been waiting for me Dream of Love A seven thirty wake up call that morning broke my heart We were so close then we were torn apart Where oh where did my baby go I feel so lost without my Dream of Love So I painted her picture from my memory Except for her face, I just could'nt see and every so often I look up at the sky I see the full moon it makes me want to cry out Where is she at ? Whats she doing now ? Now all these years have past and I'm still alone Except for this Dream of Love I cant let go The feelings that we shared were so complete, they're wrapped around my heart like a wedding ring I know she's out there somewhere and she's searching faithfully So I keep waiting for my Dream of Love I keep waiting for my Dream of Love I keep waiting for my Dream of Love To come back to me Then she falls all around me I can tell she's been waiting for me after all Dream of Love Dream of Love Dream of Love Rizioule' ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 18 Jun 99 18:34:54 PDT From: "shivergirl" Subject: ET: listening to dar williams :) june 18/99 not wanting to be in a relationship at all if YOU are in one, i step outside the silver circle of non-marriage, even do-it-yourselfers, just to disassociate my brain from daydreams on leather sofas where i wore white with little green hopes strewn everywhere on my body, walking under the arch of naievete... how ashley you seem now. ~ to think you slit our heart to be alone to be engaged another leap year later i can no longer fathom you as the one who wanted his own apartment: (ben harper-playing, alchemist-reading, intimacy-banning bastard of mine-- remember! i christened you that first) and i'm glad i didn't accept the chantal concert tickets, either, as a guilt-reducer for you. you deserved that nanosecond of ruined-day feeling, as i walked away, oblivious to you calling my name that last time, stepping into lovely traffic waiting. ~ you get to be protestant wronged wanting to march your little literary soldiers through my indignant catholic area called pride and you wear orange, and i, of course, am always green, and bits and body parts are blowing up unseen; but i see. you just walk on. uniformly self-absorbed, your regalia whips my mind anew as punishment for the cultural rape, and i spit on your sash, noticing no band backs you up. only a sole arrogant English banner protesting your pain, proclaiming your moral superiority, glory over me. but i remain a hardliner. parade all you want. i don't do decomissioning. ~ ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #175 **********************************