From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #300 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 Tuesday, October 19 1999 Volume 02 : Number 300 * 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: Poem (Boundless Gratitude) [Christopher Overholser ] ET: What I want for Christmas(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: A poem [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Perhaps ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: Poem (So I Spoke to Love) [Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: Poem (Boundless Gratitude) All comments are welcome. Last October, a few of my friends restored my faith in humanity and I wrote this to honor them for it. Boundless Gratitude Despite all my suffering, I still have faith; it is real-reality, not a translucent wraith. Humanity can be ever so cruel, but let us not forget the potential of kindness is just as great; Humanity determines its own fate. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 08:51:37 -0700 (PDT) From: Jennifer Subject: ET: "Train" (A Poem) I converge on a train that follows ambiguous rails lounging in a state of lost repetition - ------------ I look out the window, wanting past illusions to subside - ----------- As the trees blur in their color, I ponder the lost hours of contempt Seeking sanctuary from those that crowded around me - ----------- undecisive in manner, I conclude escape is my fortune - ----------- Reaching a state of solace and peace is a pradise I wish to rejoice in No longer grasping at edges that give way or walls that refuse to move - ---------- Delicate in balance, strong in contrast I continue towards what will be the beginning of my re-birth __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Bid and sell for free at http://auctions.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 14:38:20 -0400 (EDT) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: What I want for Christmas(poem) Ok...This poem I just wrote and I can't read it back. It just brings tears to my eyes whenever I get to a certain point. I was thinking of sending it to my mom over email but I would actually rather be there to explain what I mean so I am thinking of finding somewhere the courage to transcribe it onto a card for her for Xmas. Anyhow, here is the poem. Comments, flames, whatever are accepted, and Nicole if you want you can put it in Section 8 -Seth ============================== What I want for Christmas by Seth D. Fulmer 10/18/99 My mother asked me on the phone just the other day What would you like for Christmas, son I want to know what to get you I told her kindly there's nothing I want nothing that anybody in my family can give There's things she doesn't know Some things that just might scare her My religious beliefs for one or even to know my psychology She thinks that I am happy 24 hours 7 days a week 366 of them in a leap year times 10 if you want a decade What she doesn't know as much is that I'm very lonely I want my soulmate to come out to me running and screaming my name I want a family where siblings don't fight where father and daughter don't either Where monetary problems are never a dispute and there is a car for each driver It would be so nice to pay now for college all five years or 50 down the road or even to know Hakuna matata no worries for me or for you What joy I would have if I could walk up to a girl and say with the confidence of angels "My lady would you like to go out for a dance or even for a night watching stars?" I don't care about beauty; Compared to myself I'm god! I just would like others to see that my sins and my sorrow, my tears on my eyebrow won't ever take away the good things that I am. So Mom if you read this, don't fear, just accept that you raised the best son that you could There's nothing you might buy on this 3rd planet from the sun that could ever ever make me any happier. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 18:32:15 EDT From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: A poem Hi Angels, I thought this would be nice, and some of you might want to read it. The poem is byEdgar Lee Master. If you don't want to read it just DELETE it now. I hate all that bickering......... "George Gray" I have studied many times The marble which was chisled for me- A boat with a furled sail at rest in a harbor. In truth it pictures not my destination. But my life. For love was offered me, and I shrank from its disillusionment; Sorrow knoched at my door, but I was afraid; Ambition called to me, but I dreaded the chances. Yet all the while I hungered for meaning in my life And now I know taht we must lift the sail And catch the winds of destiny Wherever they drive the boat. To put meaning in one's life may end in madness, But life without meaning is the torture Of restlessness and vague desire- It is a boat longing for the sea and yet afraid. ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 23:32:49 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: Perhaps Perhaps Perhaps I'll never know fantasies like ones you dream of For my dreams are just vivid imaginations that died. Great insanity lures me and opens an uttery dismal realm where I sit, reminiscing of once gentle waters (now endlessly raging), never seeing an irredescent color. Knowledge marks another shadowed, oppressed night when I realize my insanity contributes to this harsh and absurd reality of despair, As i wander in this remotely isolated, grey, hostile tunnel we can "life", seeing my youthful days pass by me as I run this race, eagerly trying to catch up. 1/98 cymbaline ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 18 Oct 1999 23:41:10 -0400 From: Christopher Overholser Subject: ET: Poem (So I Spoke to Love) Well, I am almost out of poems. I wrote this last week after reading the quote "Love is the child of illusion and parent of disillusion. Anyway, all comments are welcome. So I Spoke to Love "Oh, child of illusion and parent of disillusion. Break these chains, set my free- Who are you to deny me liberty?" "I may have forged these shackles, but you put them on and only you can decide when they will be gone." ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #300 **********************************