From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V2 #368 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 Wednesday, December 29 1999 Volume 02 : Number 368 * 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: Attitude [Jeremy Hodgins ] ET: ...seth, others [DPS8315@aol.com] ET: help [zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki)] ET: Still alive and kickin'... barely... ["Dr. RomeAntic" ] ET: feature website, reviews, links, quotes, poems [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: black [KTLUVSJOE@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sun, 26 Dec 1999 21:05:26 -0800 (PST) From: Jeremy Hodgins Subject: ET: Attitude > Attitude > > These days I find it easy > To slip away > Into the past, into despair > To dwell upon those things > That hurt me > Make me feel weak, bring me down > There is always something left > After the pain > It could rule me, could defeat me > But I stopped myself this time > For a minute > I looked again, another way > I realized my own strength > Not it's lack > My own choice, my own path > I decided that being haunted > Was a choice > A train of thought, a state of mind > All the while my attitude > How I act > Was the chain, was the prison > When I had only to break free > Shake it off > To get over it, to move on again > Then I found that this life > Is not bad > Not full of pain, not full of regret > I found the joy in saying > I made it > Came through it all, fought it and won > So I stand before you now > No more tears > Pride in surviving, in setting it right > Just by changing my attitude > Let it go > Dwell on it not, fear of it not > But accept it as part of who I was > Not I am > At last I'm free, at last I'm whole. > > -A. Judge _______________________________________________________ Visit Excite Shopping at http://shopping.excite.com The fastest way to find your Holiday gift this season ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1999 00:14:58 EST From: DPS8315@aol.com Subject: ET: ...seth, others In a message dated 12/22/99 12:02:17 AM US Eastern Standard Time, owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org writes: > ------------------------------ > > Date: Tue, 21 Dec 1999 13:06:36 -0500 (EST) > From: Seth Fulmer > Subject: ET: I kissed dating good bye(poem) > > Hi everyone, > I guess this is my general sentiment. This Christmas I "did" have > the spirit...I really am sorta in blah land. I have all these cool gifts > to give everyone but like Christmas is about being with family and > friends, not like totally about giving gifts. I just feel really "alone" > lately. Um..I don't know why I just told you that. I got this poem idea > from someone's profile on the internet...They had a quote where it said > something about kissing dating good bye and something else and I just > perverted the idea a little. Anyhow, If you don't want to receive these > poems, let me know and I won't send them to you anymore. I hope you all > have a very Merry Christmas, Channukah, Yule, or whatever your heart feels > like celebrating this holiday season :o) -Seth > ================================ > I kissed dating good bye > by Seth D. Fulmer > 12/21/99 > > I kissed dating good bye > She said to me with a smile > She only wished me as a friend > no more, no less, that's final. > That was when I kissed my life > for once in a long time farewell > My heart was so built up on her > I could not survive the pitfall. > Once in a dream I was told this much > a girl will never be unto you truthful > Until you surrender yourself to death > You'll be always and forever in heartache > I will not admit it however > I'll be damned before I give up > But alas every girl I do like > treats me like I'm a walk in the park > > I gave up my whole social life > a long, long time ago > I made myself a loner > a pirate of romantic boredom > I sailed the seas of hopelessness > I ran my ship on shore > I thought I found a girl worth loving > and nearly got myself killed > With hardly any money in my pocket > and very little faith in my heart > this little captive of love and loss > was stranded far from home > My ship of safety, "Old faithful" > broken and crashed upon the rocks > I shot a flare skyward > and I missed and killed myself. > > ----------------------------- Forgive me if this is late, and seems all to irresponsibly sentimental, i just love all you guys.. :-) Seth- great poem, they all have been recently..I have to applaud your accomplishments.... and remember, no matter what, it's good poetry :) I noticed you've had a lot of filler tho...words that are there, but dont need to be. might learn something about that from shivergirl ..she seems to have a handle on that only essential thing.. a little too strong for me, but you could still pick some stuff up. it's officially 24 hours...and several minutes late, but merry christmas everyone... -the best moments........ and poetry to you :-) James (kara, if you remember me..you'd better write soon) (Naomi- card never made it to the mail.it will.) ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 27 Dec 1999 18:32:46 -0500 From: zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki) Subject: ET: help In the movie Patch Adams, what poem did Patch read to that girl?? - -Niki ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 02:37:14 +0100 From: "Dr. RomeAntic" Subject: ET: Still alive and kickin'... barely... No this is not about EDA mUsic awArds 2000... that thing seems to be doomed to failure... But a poem if you will... it's been awhile... Hey Sam, Naomi, Jaime... uhmmm... Seth... you are the one that has made the biggest progress in their writing on this list I have seen... way to go... your early work was very harsh, rough and emotively plain... your writing now caries a rhythm, juggles with feelings and flows... still having that "Seth Edge"™ and keeps the "making a point" quality! Of course it's stricktly my opinion but if you keep it up, I have a feeling you could do amazing work... By the way... you posted a poem... what thursday--- just in case you're still looking for a title... my choice would be: Perfect For Gut-Spill uhmmm... Hi everybody else... uhmm where did Kevin go? Anyways... a "missing you sorta poem" from me for a change: Tjasa's Lullaby I love to watch you sleep You fall into harmony with the earth And the mysterious expression on your face Makes me wonder what your dreams are made of This time, will you laugh when you wake up Will your eyes sparkle Or was everything so weird and scary You'll start searching for the meaning And resemblance to your life in time For unnecessary torture you pay the fine I love to lie beside you when you sleep Have a naughty go at directing your dreams Caress your head with long slow strokes And shower your face with butterfly kisses Until you smile or wake up Just for a moment Then continue your journey through the vast world Of imagination on the loose Simply gliding, simply sliding from scene to scene Of everything that's you that no one has met or seen. Tonight you sleep in lonely bed While I'm thinking of you from a distance I wonder if you know that right now My kisses are being sent on the wind They will be there just you wait As the soft breeze will brush your face You will feel my presence in the air around you If you just don't let your eye lids part Cause then the faintest light can scare the fairy That makes sure that delivery gets carried out Again you sleep in peace Embraced by the rosy sheets, so soft It's like they match your cheeks When the scent of excitement fills your nostrils And I wanna be there somehow, to watch over you But there's a lucky angel happy to have won The most loving soul to tuck in whenever in need And guard her dreams from the evil and noise So you have no reason for tears or fright Cause I send out a dozen kisses every night A piece of me even when I'm out of touch and sight My love somehow will be with you... every single night So when you close your eyes, search the gentle blue light You'll find me at one point deep inside your heart. Sweet dreams baby... - -- Have fun and stay beautiful Dr. RomeAntic, an angel with the worst stroke of luck and a flash of silver lining "Slow motion see me let go...." 3Eb Catch Dr. RomeAntic's outdated cyber image @ http://www.geocities.com/Paris/Metro/2009 ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 00:28:16 EST From: DPS8315@aol.com Subject: ET: a cry for help dont you just love subjects like that? I'm not having a breakdowns...not traditional ones anyway :) It being christmas break, and I having all of this extra time, (although it is dwindling significantly..) I'm asking something of all you........it's a brainchild that I've had my mind on, I want to know whatchall think of it :) ..its already got a name too! lol ProjectPoems.. start with a poem. written by anyone, but original. Everyone in a group offers something, anything, and the end result is something fun.....a group climax lol, yeah nice idea right? I thought it'd be fun to write almost anything like that! :-) I started this as a little idea for a website....something I thought I'd have localized, set up a little forum for discussion.. lots of topics, one of those utopian places where everyone says stimulating things.. this group, is a great group, and I'm kinda hoping that I can convince some of you to help me get a site off the ground - -- I need writers! web designers would be nice too, because I'm way down there on the basic-html ladder....... lol so i just came up with the idea! :) I sincerely would like to do something..... like I said, create a forum for discussion, kinda like this is..like most mailing lists are, but I want it to be a home page... a really colorful bulliten board if you will comments, please :) James (who doesn't remember his angel name) ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 12:16:06 -0500 From: "Kevin B. Pease" Subject: ET: Re: Still alive and kickin'... barely... > "Dr. RomeAntic" writes: > uhmmm... Hi everybody else... uhmm where did Kevin go? What, you thought you'd be rid of me that easy? :) I'm still here, and enjoying reading everybody's posts, but I'm just really busy with work right now. I'm working in Boston now, which makes for a super long commute (about an hour and a half each way, total...). And with the end of the world -- I mean "The Y2K Non-Event" :) -- coming... we've been planning & working on contingencies, and I've been getting ready to be at work from 9 p.m. on Dec. 31 to 6 a.m. on Jan 1. Yep, that's right... working an overnight shift new year's eve. That's what us technical folks call "the shaft". :) I don't expect anything to happen, but since I'm in the financial industry, they're taking it very seriously, and expect 24-hour coverage for the whole weekend. Since I'm single, and young, and everybody else in my group has a wife (or husband) and kids, I got the short straw and ended up with New Year's Eve. (Because, as we all know, young single people wouldn't bother doing anything on New Year's Eve, anyway. :) "It's the end of the world as we know it, and I feel fine..." :) So, if you have accounts at Fidelity Investments, I'll be there making sure your money doesn't go anywhere when midnight rolls around. :) And if you don't have accounts with them, then your money isn't my concern. :) Kevin - ---------- Kevin Pease kbpease@concentric.net ICQ UIN: 3106063 AOL IM: kbpease "May you dream you are dreaming in a warm soft bed / And may the voices inside you that fill you with dread / Make the sound of thousands of angels instead / tonight where you might be laying your head..." -----{Patty Griffin, "Nobody's Crying"}----- ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 12:25:16 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: feature poet.. Hi, I'm working on the new version of my website right now. I need a feature poet for the month on my website. If you would like to be the feature poet send me a few of your poems to me. Also if you have a website, send me the URL, because I also need a feature website of the month. Also if you like to have your poetry in my poetry section send me your poetry in! If you have a website send me your URL and I'll put it in my links. Thanks for listening to all that shit, lol. Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 19:41:08 -0500 From: Annie Subject: ET: The Last Tree The Last Tree The sun rose on the steel hill and no one watched its glory. The clouds rolled by ominously cold, grey, and ashy No rain in their lungs Car sirens wail Streets are packed Everything is an emergency Everything is important Everything except love There is no time nor room for love. No one lets it in. Children cough daily Women suck cigarettes as though releasing fear while Their high heels snap and they try to patch the runs in their stockings. What about the holes in their hearts? Men laugh loudly Much too loudly As though nervous that Tomorrow they'll neither laugh nor breathe. A flower grows An old man dies A poor man screams But no one hears Crippled and gnarled The tree stands alone In an apartment complex on 7th Avenue. A plaque beneath it strewn of black and gold. The last tree. The janitor locks up for the night Only he knows the importance of the cherry tree He has seen decay. He is dying, too. He goes home to his bed And prays to God (is he still there?) That he may die peacefully. A single mother tucks her illegitimate son in bed leaving her cigarette lighter on the nightstand She leaves, going to work. She needs two jobs to support her addictions And her problem. Exhausted and cold, tiny fingers grasp the shiny lighter. Mommy's pet... A life goes down. A prayer is answered. The last leaf falls, The last tree falls, And a house falls. Ashes to ashes, Dust to dust. ~~~~ - -Annie ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "'The time has come,' the walrus said, 'To speak of many things- Of shoes, of ships, of sealing wax, Of cabbages and kings; Of why the sea is boiling hot and Whether pigs have wings.'" - -Lewis Carroll ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 22:59:42 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: feature website, reviews, links, quotes, poems Hi Angels, I feel swamped by the people who want to be feature poet and who want the Interchange tapes, but now I'm doing something stupid again. I know I'm going to be swamped. Atleast, I hope. I need your help with some content on my website again. I still am looking for people to have there website be the feature website. I also need: reviews(music, books, movies, ect.) poetry(your own) links(to your websites) quotes I'll also take things you think would fit! Thanks for the help! Rebecca "Friends help you move. Real friends help you move dead bodies." ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 28 Dec 1999 23:57:30 EST From: KTLUVSJOE@aol.com Subject: ET: black Black A heavy black shadow is cast overhead. The darkness is overshadowing me. In the distance there is a mirror. in this mirror flows a bloody fountain. the other side of this mirror holds my garden of escape. I wish I could get to the other side, where the blackness isnt so black. where everything grey is pure. Nothing would be what it seems. I'd be with him, that prince charming, instead of with someone else. someone I hate. My heart bleeds black blood with the darkened angst of envy. and the firey pit of hurt. you know you hurt me. yet my soul must bleed. and my thoughts must cry. my spirit has fleed. now my tears must dry. Your sky is now bluer than ever for you have drained the blue from my sky. comments are welcome. Katherine. ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V2 #368 **********************************