From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #246 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, August 26 1999 Volume 02 : Number 246 * 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: web rings [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: poems ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: poemless [Naomi Vaughn ] ET: Poetry ["~* cymbaline *~" ] [none] [Mandabear Four ] ET: Re: get off the road? ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: thoughts randomly thrown about ["kat winters" Subject: ET: poems "Hush" Hush, my dear, be silent Listen to the silence Look into the blackness Feel the numbness of my soul Stretch your arms the distance- the long distance- thats set between us Touch me like you've done before so many times, so long ago Dance with me, my love, Dance with me to my grave. 7/98 "Autumnal" It has been long since those peaceful autumn nights when I'd lay in your arms watching the leaves fall as I slowly drifted off beside you hoping our love would be a story forever told and our passion would unfold into the heat of summer. 8/25/99 cymbaline _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: 25 Aug 99 10:42:40 CDT From: Naomi Vaughn Subject: ET: poemless Well, I don't really have any poetry for you all...but, if you want something to look at, here : http://www.angelfire.com/ok/naomisplace/dink.html -- it's not much...but, it's something. Anyway, I hope you all are well. I haven't actually talked on this list in quite awhile. It's almost 2 months now, that I've been back here. Feels like so much longer. Oh! Not that any of you will care, :) but my grandparents (the ones I stayed w/ this summer) are coming to visit for Thanksgiving. My mom is sadly unexcited (long story), but I can't wait. I miss them so much. I have about as much desire to get into my problems as you all do to hear them...so, I'll just find something else to ramble about. I was at the grocery store yesterday...and was watching the people to offset the boredom of hanging on the cart while my mom spends an eternity scrutinizing the shelfs. There was this little angel of a girl that I passed several times. She had a Yellow polka dot dress on, butterflies in her white-blonde hair, and she ballet danced/tip toed around the store. Just so innocent and careless and beautiful. I have a thing about little kids. I don't want to have kids myself (I'd just screw them up), but I can't help but appreciate their simplicity, their joy....ya know? And there was this girl...young-but-old...maybe 12 or so. She walked past me...shoulders rolled back, head held high...such importance and determination. I smiled at her, she just kept going...and looked back at me 5 or so times on her way through produce -- "and i think 'i've been there, god have i been there.'" And this guy pouring over the flowers...finally picking out a pot of Irises...then Mickey and Minnie Mouse "I Love You" balloon. That just killed me. I wonder if he made her dinner. I watched all the lone women walking around the store...housewifes, working mom's. I guessed about them from what was in their carts...and wondered if they were happy. What dreams they'd abandoned...if they even still remembered. I know I'm strange. People just facinate me, that's all. I'll stop now. :) Have a beautiful day... Love, Naomi The Angel w/ Butterfly Wings "Anything less then mad passionate extraordinary love, is a waste of time. There are too many mediocre things to deal with in life, love shouldn't be one of them" ~Frankie, "Dream For An Insomniac" ____________________________________________________________________ Get your own FREE, personal Netscape WebMail account today at http://webmail.netscape.com. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 25 Aug 1999 20:31:17 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: Poetry Hi, They're alot of good writers here, and I was wondeirng if anyone had any poetry or anything of the sort (songs/prose/short stories) they'd like to put on the EDA section of my website. It's kinda bare right now, just has a few of my poems, and I'd like to add other people's stuff. I might even add a section for artwork for anyone who's an artist, rather than a writer, if there's any kind of demand for it. Anyways, my site is http://listen.to/sounds-of-freedom According to Mike Carmona of the EODA list... it's a "jewel church" LOL. But yeah, so if you want to submit any kind of writing or something for the EDA section please E-mail me. Peace, Love and Happiness, cymbaline _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 24 Aug 1999 17:02:29 -0400 From: Mandabear Four Subject: [none] GET OF THE ROAD!!!! MY SISTER AND I JUST GOT OUR LICENSES!!!!! ~Mandabear~ The Forever Seeking Teen Angel ________________________________________________________________ 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: Wed, 25 Aug 1999 22:58:40 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: Re: get off the road? Umm... don't ya mean "get off the sidewalk"?? Kelly:) _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 25 Aug 1999 22:51:11 EDT From: "kat winters" Subject: ET: thoughts randomly thrown about angels i was at work today. bored out of my mind. i had to work two shifts, from morning to night. no one goes to the mall in middle of the week, a lesson learned. i just sat there waiting for customers at the creole fast food place that i have called home for the past 6 months or so. here's what i wrote. Thoughts that come about when thrown into the rat race the level of boredness that i feel inside this turquiose shirt with clashing purple... exceeds and before. and i sit here with my scripted lines of "can i help you?" and "would you like anything else with that".. (please don't forget the sarcastic "have a nice day") those lines have carried into my vocabulary and taken away any depth that i perhaps might have surfaced by the tender age of 19, yet somehow i highly doubt that i even gained anything. and if, i did, it will never come now. and i AM STUCK inside of this rectangle prison that i now affectionatly call home with a mexican sweatshop behind me only spoken in spanish by two men wiht the cliche names of jose and pedro. somehow i don't believe that's really their names IS THIS ME? a fragile child behind the heat of the kitchen watching my life slip through my hands for money. or is this merely some bad dream, of being stuck in air conditioned concrete having neon signs randomly thrown about I see the corousal from my booth. the childhood endless circle of fun, endearment, honesty. purety. boucning horses, unicorns, lions. bright lights. laughter. up and down, up and down. spinning. but then i recall my hatred for that spinning beast, the music that made my stomach turn at such a young age. how i never once enjoed a ride on one of those things. so i sit and wait. i wait patiantly for it to reach closing time for the people with their new bags of clothing to get bored of the place that spawns my negative emotions. i wait for pedro to entertain me with his juggling of the food that our manager holds sacred. i wait for something. anything. i want to leave this capatilist rectangle and go back into society without scripted lines. without the clashing clothes, the memories of never ending circles, i want to go back into the world with out counting each hour for mim. wage. yet inside of me, there is an ounce of insight left that not even these neon lights can steal...i know that i can never go back, no not after the first paycheck. for i have fallen in love with wendesdays, with my ATM card, with the independence and dependence that this place has to offer me. thanks for reading this if you did. if you work, you might understand. i'm seeing jewel this weekend!!! although the hurricane might cause some problems ugh!! i REALLY hope it doesn't get cancelled (me the cynic) kat imperfect angel _______________________________________________________________ Get Free Email and Do More On The Web. Visit http://www.msn.com ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #246 **********************************