From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #228 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, August 7 1999 Volume 02 : Number 228 * 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: new poems [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: poem [Seth Fulmer ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 6 Aug 1999 15:04:27 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: new poems Hello all angels, Here are some new poems I wrote just yesterday. The first two are about this situation I'm going though. My um dad is in the hospital and I'm only 14, so I guess beacuse I'm younger it's harder beacuse I don't wanna lose him. I feel like in one day I've nad to grow up so fast. My dad is 55 and he has 4 blockages in his heart. He is going to be getting bypase sergery done. I just found this all out yesterday so it's still really hard. I've been doind just a lot of crying. But I guess all will go well, at least I hope. Well here are the poems I wrote yesterday. 1 Blank walls, wet tears, some false joy I should feel, but that I don't see to. Now silence seems to be my enemy, too much space in which my mind may travel. Hope, gotta keep hope they say, I try to be positive. Give me the strength now, for god nows I need it. 2 Tears, bule gray haze, driffting with some unseen purpose Betrayed in some odd way. Funny how the world is, funny weird that is. This one is about Jewel....I just saw her live and I wrote it the day after...so really I wrote this yeseterday too.... Her Bright lights from above, my view from a distance, knowing that is the closest I will ever get, my fun time was crahsed by that realisation, I am unknown to her, a name that would not bring even the slightest reconiztion, Knowing only I adore her. Well that's it.......Later all, Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 6 Aug 1999 16:09:25 -0400 (EDT) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: poem Ok..I don't know how this could be taken but I just wrote this poem now..I sorta was thinking of a poem during the last Jewel concert starting with "Heaven and Hell" and today I'm listening to my 3-CD changer with POY, Spirit, and One Left Shoe(Steve Poltz's CD for you people who don't know) in the 3 slots...and it's playing rather loudly and I couldn't hear my thoughts too well. Here's a poem I just came up with...I am thinking of calling it "Sin Materialized" so that's what I'll call it here :) Nicole, you can use this in Section 8 if you want :) - ---------------------------------------- Sin Materialized by Seth D. Fulmer 8/6/99 Halfway from Heaven and three fourths from hell a quarter of perfection has yeilded a gun an arm of imperfection a drug of desire the magic of sin with the power to heal Santa claus personified in the devil, a savior for little boys and girls all ages twelve and under Scampering all about with their mommies close to hand Their friends stealing jellybeans from the candy store cabinet Husbands, boyfriends, jocks and thieves watching sports at the local bar baseball, football, hockey, soccer horseracing and COPS all over from US to London to the orient coming home to their wives and girlfriends drunk and smelling of cigarettes making life really unpleasant for each of the children and neighbors P.S..Any comments are welcome hehe :) Seth D. Fulmer mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #228 **********************************