From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #36 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, January 29 2000 Volume 03 : Number 036 * 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 V3 #xxx or the like gives readers no clue * as to what your message is about. Today's Subjects: ----------------- ET: my poetry site. [KTLUVSJOE@aol.com] ET: poem ["Claudia" ] ET: something else that just popped out.. (poem:) ["marty" ] ET: Love in the time of science (lyrics) ["marty" ] ET: Perfectly Still [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com] ET: memory [genben@usa.net] ET: wisdom from the man [genben@usa.net] ET: poem [courtney gordon ] ET: Enough For Her [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: next! :) [RJonthego@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 00:26:06 EST From: KTLUVSJOE@aol.com Subject: ET: my poetry site. how is everyone on this fine evening? me and my best friend started a poetry site. any poems that you would like to add are welcome. we just started but if you'd like to see the site so far, the url is: www.angelfire.com/ny3/thepoetrycorner and once again, if anyone has anything they want to put up, click the link on the site to email us! Katherine ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 10:23:44 +0100 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: poem You gave my soul a new shape. Surrounded in the beauty of your spirit a secret passion is setting me free. Your sweet peace is healing my wounds, the grace of your love is falling like dew-drops on my thirsty lips, the harmony of your voice feels like a silky glove on my naked skin. Flowers moist with tears, golden petals kissed by the morning light ....all my fears are slowly becoming a distant memory scattering like threatening heavy clouds in the sky. In the church of your heart i found my peace, in the purity of your soul i found my treasure. If you were the moon i would only wish for one everlasting night and if you were a lethal poison i would make myself the most desirable prey to death. An eternal promise i heard in your breath, all i want to hear is the sound of your steps. A kiss will seal our rebirth and that moment won't end till our death. I love you Steve. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 12:20:17 +0100 From: "marty" Subject: ET: something else that just popped out.. (poem:) (lunchbreaks has it's golden minutes. ;) ¤ the most gorgeous; sun rises as my morning glowing golden afternoon sun sets western horizon star-studded and moonie nights dreams spoonie they all lull me to sleep in you beauty so deep the voices i hear shivers my dear i feel you near* ¤ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 12:22:52 +0100 From: "marty" Subject: ET: ~ salt for water, harmony ~ (lil poem-thing i wrote on this lunchbrreak, inspired by sophie zelmani's lyrics to ~happier man~ thanKs for listening. /marty ;) ¤ it has never been this dreamlike to love life a new day adore you your poetry seeps deep greet my life from that day there's no voices of this kind in this world and love between us leeds to affinity as salt for water harmony it has never been this heavenly to wake up from dreaming a new day beside you my best choices was made in god's hands there's this one star so bright who has light on its own i was happy for a long time but in you i've become the happiest man ¤ ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 14:18:38 +0100 From: "marty" Subject: ET: Love in the time of science (lyrics) hey all! :) thought i'd share those lyrics i transcribed yesterday (seems my first messagie didn't get through, hm? :), from a most recent & wonderful album *i'd like to recommend* to all of you guys who rave about björk, portishead, furslide, alanis morissette, and many many more kewl musicas-chicas! :) lovely lovelies to all& d i m o a h ´ s le plus profond ¤ tara* marty Emiliana Torrini - album: *Love in the time of science* info: http://www.emiliana.net - ----------------- [7. Fingertips] Before I can open my all too eager eyes Everything changes from the oceans to the skies Perpetual motion set a place by mean Everything's breathing my hair an olive tree Yet my fingertips Have a special sound Yet my fingertips They go round and round His comical wisdom Creeps into my brain A wave of my nerve-end Oh so free of pain Yet my fingertips Have a special sound Yet my fingertips They go round and round Electrical current Hallowed be thy name Live my emotions And banish all my shame Yet my fingertips Have a special sound Yet my fingertips Smell of sodden ground Before I can open my all too eager eyes Everything changes from the oceans to the skies Yet my fingertips Have a special sound my fingertips They go round and round - ----------------- [8. Telepathy] Think of me very scientificly Share your thoughts with me Send them over land and sea They seep through walls Echo down abundant holes Let me see your joy and fear How can it be we never see What we have until it's gone Why is it so, we never know What we have until it's gone The more I try, oh the faster you'll slip by So vapourized Slide to me like liquid ice I can see into your eyes Why is it so, we never know What we have until it's gone Until we mourn we never learn What we have until it's gone I can see into your eyes Deepest blue of winter skies! Why is it so, we never know What we have until it's gone Until we mourn we never learn What we have until it's gone! - ------------------ [10. Summerbreeze] It might have been a while Since you've been loved Like you should be loved It might have been a while Since you've been kissed Like you should be kissed And tender loving arms Might be something you've missed Well summerbreeze is blowing through your window And summerbreeze is blowing through your hair And something in your eyes that you can not disguise Don't tell me it ain't there It might have been a while Since you've been loved By one who really loves you It might have been a while Since you could trust That someone really cares When people like guards Meant to go 'round in pairs And summerbreeze is blowing through your window And summerbreeze is blowing through your hair And something in your eyes that took me by surprise Don't tell me that it ain't there - --------------------- ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 09:47:55 EST From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: Perfectly Still It's our call It always stalls I need a little extra time alone Maybe take the long way home Just enough to get it wrong Nothing like a bad decision Says who you are Fools rush in For the perfect life Can't you see When you're perfectly still One big route Sold pull out ramps If nothing's off limits we'll pay Price tags on every other day We're bankrupt here for now But they can't take my anger And it can't be touched Fools rush in For the perfect life Can't you see When you're perfectly still Outdated maps Slow walks through town I won't contribute to our own demise Pass up the consilation prize We're already here for now Nothing like a bad decision Says who you are Fools rush in For the perfect life Can't you see When you're perfectly still ~*Joe I took your urgent whisper Stole the arc of a white wing http://www.chickpages. com/musicmania/joepages ------------------------------ Date: 28 Jan 00 10:04:25 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: memory endless soothing touches me in the form of your slender fingers gliding over my body feeding me bathing me covering me with your passion as my lips long and my heart aches i am reminded that the body has a longer memory than the mind could ever imagine ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: 28 Jan 00 10:27:19 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: wisdom from the man you know, i don't have a lot of heroes (other than you, sam ;)) but if i were to say i did have a hero, it would be the man whose words i am about to share with you. so here are some nice words: 'the big picture is insane the whole country is on cocaine and the idiots still ask why it's come to this as they lean on there missles and polish their little pistols; give me one more goodnight kiss ' these words are from greg brown, who is the most amazing songwriter i have ever heard in my life. he has shaped me in ways that i don't think even i fully understand. if you ever get a chance, check him out. i recommend either of his live albums ('the live one' and 'one night') and pretty much anything he's ever recorded (which is a lot). you will not be disappointed. ben ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 20:40:17 -0500 (EST) From: courtney gordon Subject: ET: poem Little fit of rage, i guess ~~~~~~ "Yes, I know what you think of me; you never shut up" You know, I didn't want any of this. I didn't need any of this. Every single day for five years is not something a nine year old can handle that tends to wear on a person I don't clearly remember asking for you to violate me like this. I'm lying here dying on the inside, trying so hard not to let you see me. Deliver me from evil. Abashed the devil stood/ And now, not only am i dying, but i'm completely unaware that you are literally tearing apart my insides. And you say you are giving me an advantage; knowledge. I lay lifeless, trying to hide my face you take away everything i hold secret and dear. I pretend I'm sleeping; foolish me. It doesn't work, just like it didn't work last night. I pray the next night. Deliver me from evil. And yet still, abashed the devil stands. Not again! I no longer expect or hope for anything of God, and he never dissapoints. Leave me alone, please. I will carry this forever, but you will yield to me. You will remember every encounter. And you will beg me to spare your life. I'd rather die standing than live on my knees, but you will die on yours; begging and apologizing. NO MORE. I unfold my wings God has finally granted me to fly from hell, and defeated, the devil falls. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ If you didn't like it, don't say so, it's too personal, so I won't care. Courtney ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 23:07:07 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: Enough For Her Hi everyone, well it's been a while since i joined, I've been lurking, reading all of your amazing poetry and simply just being in absolute AWE. You people are incredible. I feel bad that i haven't written more to the list... so here's a little something i wrote not too long ago. Enough For Her She walked to the smudged edge of the ocean, and stood on the very last bit of dry sand made out of crushed beauty. She stood, her daytime green eyes glowing and slowly changing with the light, so they sent out beams of silver gray across the water, illuminated by the moon whispering softly, right above her. Or was she illuminating the moon? She was that connected to it, so much that all of the hard lines grew soft and smeared, so that there were no definites, no specific thoughts, no clear opinions or pictures. She glided forwards a step, just one step and shivered as the water washed over her foot like silver fire. In one second- one lifetime- she felt like she was going to throw herself in, letting the fire burn her whole body, her eyes losing the last remaining shades of gray, and turning completely silver. In one second - one lifetime -- the urge to throw herself into the water and swim forever was gone. She took a step back, knowing, even though she didn't look, that she was leaving footprints to be washed out by the glowing black water. That was enough drowning for her. ~ She stood back, away from the edge of the cliff, anticipating the feeling of giddiness and spinning before the actual experience. She took slow, halting steps as she walked towards the edge, that seemed to shine with bright yellow, so that it blinded her memories and increased her exhilaration. She knew that if she walked any faster than that, she would run, and if she ran, she'd fly. Or jump. Or fall. She didn't remember to breathe, she couldn't think as the glowing pierced through her brain, shattering her thoughts like mirrors reflecting the same scene over and over again. She neared the edge of the cliff, and the edge of the skye came rushing at her. It lifted her off of her feet, and she laughed without noise, just a breathless look of ecstasy on her face as she gazed upwards and outwards towards new life's and beginnings and yellow and white blinding ideas without speculation. There was no criticism here, no endless analyzing or arguing, and she was never going to touch the ground again. She looked down once, glittered into forgetfulness and was suddenly dropped from her high position. She sat hard, legs dangling, tanned orange and olive over the side of the cliff. Not able to swallow, she looked down at the unforgiving bottom, then up to the deceiving ethereal beauty. She stood up on her own legs, turned her back and walked away. That was enough falling for her. ~ She walked through large doors into a spinning, shouting, crowded room. She came from the silence and truthfulness of a thick blue velvet night, into a room full of people dancing, sweating, laughing and drinking. Crowds everywhere, twisting on the dance floor, draped against the thing walls, sliding down it's length to the floor, on top of other people, on top of bottles and heavy smells. She saw people asleep or unconscious, their heads on the tables, arms and legs and torsos clambering over them to get to the dance floor, or sitting next to them on sticky red plastic cushions, watching those so immersed in their flailing expression they close their eyes and see only bright shades of colors produced from spinning glittering disco balls and highs. She saw girls dressed to please, to catch attention and looks from the male population. In that room, with air so heavy it pressed into her ears making her head spin, she saw girls beckoning to guys knowing that everyone else was watching. Disappearing off into crushed velvet side rooms, just as crowded with another heavily scented immersion, while girls who's white hearts were turning mottled green and brown. She took a breathe and gasped, pushing her way back out to the cool wet-pavement scented night. That was enough lying for her. ~ She walked slowly towards the yellow glow of the window, slowly, but with a purpose, stalking the laughter overflowing from the brightly lit room where happiness and thoughtlessness held hands. The excluding yellow wall stopping her from entering the realm of smiles and inside jokes, it's warmth and glowing hugs stopping juts short of where she was standing, blue and purple velvet shadows slowly and deliberately wrapping around her nose and mouth and eyes, smothering her, making her breath short, eyes sting and throat sore. The treacherous deep blue working against the yellow, replaying the laughter cruelly into her ears, but holding her back, not letting her join in, enter the magical kingdom of strong, comforting shoulders and satisfied yawns. Instead, it stung, like tiny thorns pricking her as she tried to pick a beautiful rose. She blinked, and shook off the shadowy restraints. She leaned her curiously hot forehead against the cool glass and decided to forget. That was enough crying for her. ~~~ smile, Royaboya those that can't hear the music, think the dancers are mad - ------------------------------------------------------------------------------ - -- ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 28 Jan 2000 23:12:13 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: next! :) I found this in a journal I'd finished...it's a lot shorter than most of the things I write ;) Royaboya "I see you and I'm so perlexed. What was I thinking? What will I think of next? Where can I hide?" Ani DiFranco What happens when he calls you a fairy, but you know you don't have wings? When he's painted that shimmery, glittery picture of you, but asmuch as you try,the msot you can do is sometimes shine? What do you say after he's told you that your words are priceless? How do you tell him that you stammer? Is there someplace you can buy a halo? Because when he called you an agel, he must not have looked very closely. When he says you're so pure, is there someway to rid yourself of the memories? Or when he says you're a temptress, can you hide the child inside of you? ~~ ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #36 *********************************