From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #204 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, July 12 1999 Volume 02 : Number 204 * 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: Free suff, kinda ["Scott S." ] Re: ET: Free suff, kinda [ShadieBlu@aol.com] ET: Just thinking [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Lilith Fair [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: 1-"falling" (stealing your title jamie) ["C. C. & S." ] ET: *please read* ["Scott S." ] Re: ET: 1-"falling" (stealing your title jamie) [Angeljlr98@aol.com] ET: poems ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: more poems ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: one more ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: poem [Courtney M Gordon ] ET: words to live by [Mandabear Four ] ET: s'more.. [Naomi Vaughn ] ET: The Wall (poem) [ShadieBlu@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 11 Jul 1999 23:21:41 -0500 From: "Scott S." Subject: ET: Free suff, kinda Hey Angels, I was watching VH1 and they were having a "rock to stamp out MS" thing and if you call 1-800-745-3000, you get a tommy hilfiger jacket, Jewel's spirit cd, Sarah Mclachlin's Mirrorball CD, and another one i missed all for 49.95 + shipping, handling. Why not, it's a worthwhile cause!!! "Scott S." -Big Sexy Angel "FEAR IS NOTHING MORE THAN AN ADVENTURE TO BE BROKEN!" P.E.A.C.C.Eİ President/Founder and Proud EDA! http://homestead.com/rocksolid ICQ#9685289 ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 00:49:10 EDT From: ShadieBlu@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: Free suff, kinda In a message dated 7/12/99 12:23:06 AM Eastern Daylight Time, rockabye@juno.com writes: << I was watching VH1 and they were having a "rock to stamp out MS" thing and if you call 1-800-745-3000, you get a tommy hilfiger jacket, Jewel's spirit cd, Sarah Mclachlin's Mirrorball CD, and another one i missed all for 49.95 + shipping, handlin >> Hey fellow Angels, The other CD is Cher's Greatest Hits. You also get the race to erase official beanie bear and a sliver pen to wear. I can't remember what the pin is of. Shelia ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 13:28:40 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Just thinking Well I was just thinking (which is scary) I really don't know any of you guys...I mean I read peoples emails on here where they talk about having there friends here...I mean now that I think about it I only really now Seth.....but anyways I'd like to get to know some of you guys.....and just to say so....I've been writting a lot just not sending any in b/c I'm too lazy I guess the reason is..... Here's a poem......kinda self explaintory.... ****************************************************************************** ******************** I'm writtng you this poem to tell you how I feel: I was happy before you made me feel wonderful with the sweet things you would say then one day your river of words built a damn to keep me out Your love is like a faucht to me hot one moment and then cold the next what really gets me is when you go back to lukewarm When I asked you today what happened to us you said 'Was there ever an us?' I have to tell you that really hurt At the point where I almost thought I loved you you strayed away from me so my love for you could not grow You told me today you did it to cool things off you didn't want to let it get too serious You said it was better that way Then you come with your I'm sorry's but that small word can not take things back (I guess you just have to live with the faults in life) Then you tell me you still have feelings for me my insucrity doesn't want me to believe it but inside I hope it's true Why do you feel you have to control your feelings? I'm just a little hurt but the pain will fade and trust will have to be gained Do you think it can be the samae Or have we both moved on too much? And one last thing my dear, are tears such a bad thing? ****************************************************************************** ******************** Comments, thrashings, yelling at me, questions and everything else inbetween... Later all, Rebecca the Fake Angel Keep strong and have faith always "Dance like no one is watching and love like you've never been hurt." ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 14:32:21 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Lilith Fair Just wondering... Is anyone going to Lilith Fair July 31 and Hershey Park Stadium...if you are please email me......maybe we could meet up there....have some fun with an eda or eoda even though Jewel isn't on Lilith Fair anymore......Oh well......talk to you later all.... ~Rebecca the Fake Angel ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 10:12:09 -0700 From: "C. C. & S." Subject: ET: 1-"falling" (stealing your title jamie) This room is filled with tears but it seems that I'm still falling. And everything'll be ok my dear you will go on, survive this rain. you feel it is unbending pain that has come to you, an arc too big to dissipate and drown with your tears, let life kill your fears, they say, your boat will be pulled on. They've told you that you're strong, and then you go down in fight. You don't feel, don't want it, the toughness placed on you. and you feel your wings are battered, your choices hard to see. And what can you do when you've no room to be let free This room is filled with tears, my dear, and it seems that you're still falling. This room is filled with tears, and it seems that I'm still falling. Sam the ? angel ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 13:16:23 -0700 From: "C. C. & S." Subject: ET: the sky the sky 7/12/99 fury crushes me like powdered sand in a huge and powerful hand there's no refuge in a barren land the sky is the only way out the winds of time hand me a cup it's bitter, they say, so drink it up what to do when i can't let up the sky is the only way out my fingers claw at the edge of time dripping from them salty red wine in a manifest blow, the crazed will shine and the sky is the only way out barbed wire arms close an embrace sunflower nails crawl down my face fire stings my hair in a hot trace the sky is the only way out maybe a star will become a sun and in that peace i'll be all done but until then i continue to run and the sky is the only way out sam the ? angel ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 15:55:16 -0500 From: "Scott S." Subject: ET: *please read* It is suspected that someone on this list has sent me an unmarked envelope from Santa Ana CA, with harsh contents. The matter is currently being investigated and a certain suspect has been found via fingerprins! If you did this, you will be punished! Thanks! "Scott S." -Big Sexy Angel "FEAR IS NOTHING MORE THAN AN ADVENTURE TO BE BROKEN!" P.E.A.C.C.Eİ President/Founder and Proud EDA! http://homestead.com/rocksolid ICQ#9685289 ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 17:34:18 EDT From: Angeljlr98@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: 1-"falling" (stealing your title jamie) oddly enough, it seems that Jewel wrote a song in New Orleans that may or may not be (they think so) called Falling. Bitch stole my title! =), Jamie ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 16:27:27 PDT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: poems "Jay" I used to love you. Maybe, I still do. It doesn't matter anymore. You don't call. You've forgotten me, by now... But I can't forget. - --- If love is a river Heartache is a desert. - --- "Two Faces" It was springtime when my prince came to me, riding his Arabian horse. He wore his armour proudly. It glimmered in the brightness of the sun. But when nightfall came, there was no glimmer. No prince. Only a villan on a black stallion who rode in the dark. He was not my prince. He was not the man who came to me, and kissed me, amoungst the spring flowers in bloom. - --- "Angel" (*I wrote this in the point of view of a guy who broke up w/ me, because he liked me too much and knew I needed to see the world on my own for a while, instead of being tied down to him at a young age.) She's an angel of violet eyes. Soft spoken, Youthful, Innocent. Unknowing of her true beauty, In and out, but a beautiful sight in my eyes. She's an angel, and her violet eyes call out to me. My heart calls out to her. But Angel needs to test her wings. Angel, spread your wings and fly. - --- _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 16:34:24 PDT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: more poems "A Thousand Times" a thousand times I say "I love you" to ears that can not hear it. a thousand times I kiss with passion on lips that can not feel it. a thousand times I show my splendor to eyes that can not see it. a thousand nights I lay holding on to a body that does not know it. a thousand times my warmness outdone by his cold. - --- "The Crown" He took the jewels from the crown I proudly wore for so many nights. He robbed me of my riches. And the golden crown that rest on my head is now merely a tarnished peice of metal. It's shine destroyed by the touch of his hand. - --- "Fallen Princess" I was a princess who men bowed down to, on their knees offering their finest gifts. I've fallen to my knees, My riches gone, to find myself, a peasant, ridiculed a slandered "Alas! The princess has slipped!" Will I ever rise above myself? - --- His words brought forth to winter, Icy cold snow falling upon the dying earth. _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 16:41:45 PDT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: one more I wrote this after the murder of a little girl near where I live. I never knew her, but for some reason, her death really touched me... more than any other story I hear about a child being killed. "Maddie" a little angel that has yet to recieve her wings, Glorified by the innocence of her youth. a new flower of springtime just beginning to emerge from it's bud. a star of the night flickering it's last before falling into oblivion. Though she has, her memory will not perish. Lullabies go on playing in the still air, The world is silent except for the sound of the angels' tears raining down on a wilted rose that has barely begun to bloom. and we cry. The light. The beauty. The angelic smile. Now gone without so much as a goodbye. - -cymbaline- _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 20:32:14 -0500 From: Courtney M Gordon Subject: ET: poem <> don't even think about it. don't rip my heart out again and show me that i love you. don't show me that maybe i can depend on someone. or that i might need someone in my life to love. don't make me understand that i love you more than anything else on earth and that i would give my life my soul for you. don't make me see that i love you more than life itself. don't do that to me. ~~~~~~~~~ questions and comments welcome with open arms! love and luck always Courtney the §weet angel ___________________________________________________________________ Get the Internet just the way you want it. Free software, free e-mail, and free Internet access for a month! Try Juno Web: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagj. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 08:38:07 -0400 From: Mandabear Four Subject: ET: words to live by >TODAY'S LESSON... > >A turkey was chatting with a bull: > >"I would love to be able to get to the top of that tree;" sighed >the turkey,"but I haven't got the energy." > >"Well, why don't you nibble on some of my droppings?" replied >the bull. "They're packed with nutrients." > >The turkey pecked at a lump of dung and found that it actually >gave him enough strength to reach the first branch of the tree. The >next >day,after >eating some more dung, he reached the second branch. Finally after a >fourth >night, >there he was proudly perched at the top of the tree. > >He was spotted promptly by a farmer; who shot the turkey out of >the tree. > >Moral of the story: > >Bullshit might get you to the top, but it won't keep you there! I thought some of you might like this, it has the right flavor. ________________________________________________________________ Get free e-mail you don't need Web access to use -- Or get full, reliable Internet access from Juno Web! Download your free software today: http://dl.www.juno.com/dynoget/tagh. ------------------------------ Date: 12 Jul 99 21:22:25 CDT From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: s'more.. hey angels ~ here's some poems..basically just from today...i feel pretty good about them for the most part, though some of them *are* a tiny bit stranger than usual. anyway, comments and other such things are appreciated. i'm slowly but surely working my way through all the digests from while I was gone...so, for the time being i'm pretty behind on everyone's writing. i'm going to the vans warped (?) tour tomorrow in st. louis...and we're leaving around midnight tonight (joy)...so, guess i'm gonna stop for now. hope you all are well...later Ever me, Naomi - -- flight 861, St. Louis An old woman next to me pours over her crossword, studying each black & white box & throwing a suspicious glare my way every few minutes. I keep my eyes on my book till I feel her stare and look up, smiling kindly. She darts her eyes back to the puzzle, possesively blocking it from view as if the answer to some amazing secret lay within those tiny cubes. - -- shocked out of my silence, by the knowledge that *I* have discontented someone so dear, to me... all problems & seemingly earth shattering "issues" fall away at the thought of grief, in those sea green eyes. - -- in "deciding" unhappiness... I hurt myself and in hurting myself... I hurt you - therefor, what right have I to sadness? - -- we speak long... silence stretching, pulling us nearer, inch by inch minute by minute. knotted grass & firefly: silly distractions when we embaress ourselves by staring at eachother just a moment longer then "allowed." - -- time ticks slow, when awaiting you... yet speeds to an unholy pace when you're near, cutting our moments together down to the barest of lengths. - -- the sweet child, oblivious to the sufferings around her bed, smiles & coos at the images she finds floating in the air. - -- my arms fall limp against my sides as words race to the tips of my toes, stealing from me any chance of finding the right thing to say in this moment of such need. - -- you tell me of gifts and forgotten names... such things given but never wanted. I deliberate, then smile tagging you w/ another title for only me to see... my sweet little "nothing" angel. - -- the absent promise smiles at the forgotten vow: a communion of loss. - -- the clouds dance stories all around my head as off-duty fireflies come to rest on my thigh. the grass draws me in and the sky, seeing this act, brings her blueness to the tip of my nose, sneaking me a peek at my midnight stars. - -- ((not sure if i should mesh these next two together or not...they're maybe not a whole lot seperatley)) it's not about rules, it's about freedom it's not about darkness, it's about day - - i'm not saying yesterday's pain no longer holds meaning but simply that the holder, isn't you. - -- ((I don't *what* this is...some goofy thing...)) would you like to see my poemstry? it's where I put worlds on skyscraper - or maybe it's just how I blink. ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 12 Jul 1999 23:31:45 EDT From: ShadieBlu@aol.com Subject: ET: The Wall (poem) The wall Reality in a fantasy is what I was looking for Foolish, foolish girl! For now alone am I as before with only the sounds of my fists as the hit the wall. Why, oh why did I even dare to dream For something more beyond the wall that I had built? Behind the wall I was safe Behind the wall I could I was secure Behind the wall no one could see me. But you dared to climb the wall You thought you knew me so well through vines and thorns you made your way Ignoring the crimson stains along the path. Into my garden you did descend And gladly I took you in. I basked in the light that shone from you Letting it surround me until I saw and felt nothing more. Day in and day out your light became my light and slowly began to fade. Not noticing it at first For your light was all I needed. It made me whole. Made me believe in the fantasy I had created. But by and by your light began to fade I felt the cold shadows falling but desperately clung to what light was left. How very foolish was I! And then you were gone. The light went out And I began to fade away. Slipping into the shadows of my wall. Crying and screaming out your name! Damn you! You told me nothing lasts forever....except love I believed you I let you in And now I sit alone day after Building another layer upon my wall. Shelia ** Any and all comments are welcomed, but be careful. I'm sensative. :) I know the title leaves something to be desired, but it's all I could com up with. Let me know what ya think. Thanks ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #204 **********************************