From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #37 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 Sunday, January 30 2000 Volume 03 : Number 037 * 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: Well..... [DPS8315@aol.com] ET: ~ten cent wings~ [shivergirl ] ET: My new webring [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Everyday Angel Haven Webring [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: My Name is Probably Not Imporant [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Raindrops [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Dreamless Sleep [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: Something I found and thought I would share... [Chris ] ET: workin my way back to you babe [genben@usa.net] ET: A new song I just wrote ["~* cymbaline *~" ] ET: Quickly, let us go [DPS8315@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 02:07:52 EST From: DPS8315@aol.com Subject: ET: Well..... I finally fell desperately behind. I'm only through digest 33...halfway through 34, but as 36 is already out, I'd be here for another long while and it's already 200AM...hence, I'm inviting you to check by Critqueness Land of Inhibition this..saturday morning. I'm going to pretend that by about 11AM or so I should be caught up through digest 36! :) I sincerely hope that everyone is having a wonderful weekend. I would like to remind everyone this weekend to be thankful for the things you have- I was laying on a couch at a friend's house with my wonderfully-significant-other tonight ..watching Jerry Magwire..how wonderful, but it seemed so commonplace. but it's early morning now, and here I am, ...playing whatever music is there and laying my head on the monitor- half in exhaustion admittedly, but there is a very big part of me, that only hours after having left her, which wants to find myself back in that very same spot- and I feel terrible for taking it for granted.. Just a semi-elegaic reminder that we live in a beautiful world- endulge; live it up; and know these things. - -James January.29.00 ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 07:47:07 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~ten cent wings~ bonjour mes anges. :) c'est une chanson pour vous... ~ten cent wings~ par jonatha brooke if i knew what i was after, i'd remember where i've been if i was sure of something better, i'd go, i'd go but i am just another picture and i watch myself like you i imagine what you're thinking i know, i know ten cent wings, i'll take two pin them to my sweater and i'll sail above the blue ten cent wings, tried and true orbiting like satellites i'll sail away with you i will love across the borders, i will wait until it's dark i will fly and you'll be with me, my wings, your heart then our memory will may fail us, and our language will go too but the shooting starts will catch our celestial view ten cent wings, i'll take two pin them to my sweater and i'll sail above the blue ten cent wings, i'll be true orbiting like satellites i'll sail away with you but i'll never tell i'll never say i'll never be that brave ten cent wings, i'll take two pin them to my sweater and i'll sail above the blue ten cent wings tried and true in another life you are with me, and i'm with you ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 12:15:29 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: My new webring Hello, I have a new webring. Only three people are a member so far. :( It's called "My Horns Keeps Up My Halo." It's a saying of mine. People tell me I'm an angel, or something of the likeness and I always say that my horns keeps up my halo. If you have an original website you should join this webring. I'm looking for something that's creative. May it be the layout, poetry, stories, art. You don't have to have a lot HTML knowledge to get into the webring. Find out more about it here: http://www.angelfire.com/horns Thanks! Rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 12:17:32 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Everyday Angel Haven Webring Hello Angels, I am yet again telling you about this webring. It is a webring for Jewel fans. If you have a website you should join the webring. Your website does NOT have to be about Jewel at all. For more information on the site and how to join go here: http://www.angelfire.com/yt/eda Thanks! Rebecca "We go to therapists or psychics to be understood, God to be forgiven, lovers to be liked. But when those responses don't come from within, we handicap ourselves." Jewel ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 12:29:48 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: My Name is Probably Not Imporant I wrote this poem about a story I heard Jewel say once. She talked about it on the JewelStock 2 tape. If you don't know the story and want to hear it, please let me know. Feedback wanted. My Name is Probably Not Important You sat locked in your bedroom, Locked in for seven days straight. From where I sat, I could hear you repeating, My flesh is not hell. My flesh is not hell. My flesh is not hell. At that moment my heart went out to you. I might never know your pain, But I knew my pain. I carried my pain around for months, Like a radio attached to my hip. My pain woke me up from a dream of innocence and peace. As I sat there, Thinking of you, Praying for you in my mind, My lips and heart trembled, As I heard from within: My flesh is not hell. My flesh is not hell. My flesh is not hell. My flesh is not hell. From behind that door; That door that kept me from you, I heard music playing. (the plaintive tunes that summon the melancholy. I know you played it to mask your chant and the sobs I knew that Were racking your body. I knew I should come in and help you, But you kept your door locked, Just as you did with your heart. I never knew that you went to the extremes of substance To heal your pain. I could have healed your pain, Instead of those narcotics, If you had let me get near your heart. My flesh is not hell. My flesh is not hell. My flesh is not hell. My flesh is not hell. Rebecca http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 12:32:55 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Raindrops * Raindrops The sun Will not show face, Sorrow floats in the air, You left me love, with the raindrops. Come back. * Rebecca http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 12:36:40 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: Dreamless Sleep Dreamless Sleep Eternal haze as just roused form a dreamless sleep, eyelids heavy from grief. Dreadful blue fills my soul. Today is a lake, before dawn it's thick fog rising up grabbing with it's fingers and tranguil peace. Sleepiness eats me whole, my limbs move with force, pain struggled through as I gasp for breath. A day, where wanting to crawl back in the warmth of sleep and hide for another day. ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 13:34:26 -0500 From: Chris Subject: ET: Something I found and thought I would share... If I can throw a single ray of light across the darkened pathway of another; if I can aid some soul to clearer sight of life and duty, and thus bless my brother; if I can wipe from any human cheek a tear, I shall not have lived my life in vain while here. * If I can guide some erring one to truth, inspire within his heart a sense of duty; if I can plant within my soul of rosy youth a sense of right, a love of truth and beauty; if I can teach one man that God and heaven are near, I shall not then have lived in vain while here. * If from my mind I banish doubt and fear, and keep my life attuned to love and kindness; if I can scatter light and hope and cheer, and help remove the curse of mental blindness; if I can make more joy, more hope, less pain, I shall not have lived and loved in vain. * If by life's roadside I can plant a tree, beneath whose shade some wearied head may rest, though I may never share its beauty, I shall yet be truly blest - though no one knows my name, nor drops a flower upon my grave, I shall not have lived in vain while here. * - - Anonymous, God's Little Devotional Book, p. 67 - ----------------------------------------------------- Click here for Free Video!! http://www.gohip.com/freevideo/ ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 17:43:06 EST From: BRONCOBAND@aol.com Subject: ET: a couple more I don't really like these, but maybe I'll come up with something to fix them up later. Populations hang over me I urge to run and hide. None can heal the depth of skin where loneliness resides. In this space I brood in awe of sickness in the mind trapped within a world of laws by which sanity can't abide. ***************************** ~Apology~ "i'm sorry" doesn't heal my wounds apologies aren't band-aids only mandates to let you off easy and allow you to go on hurting people You plead insanity for your crime it's not your fault It's the world we live in a world of apologetic manipulators destroy them like Bleeding Kansas let us all suffer for your kind gesture. Thanks for reading!!! Laura ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 19:58:38 -0500 From: Annie Subject: ET: Without Without Night has come and I am Hollowed out some more Pumpkin seed of me Strewn on the cold, hard floor I was the jack-o-lantern A player of the game Admitting I was the best With a horrible reign of shame False lips curved in a toothy grin Laughing much too loudly Hope in a mourner's lasso Finding despair within S u p e r f i c i a l I painted the smile on my lips And soon, it was all I was left with And now I am without I have to laugh not to cry ------------------------------ Date: 29 Jan 00 22:08:25 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: workin my way back to you babe no reason for that subject line, it just came to me ;) unusual what a poetic thought unusual say it aloud unusual how i feel unusual can you be? aren't we all unusual? ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Sun, 30 Jan 2000 03:51:36 GMT From: "~* cymbaline *~" Subject: ET: A new song I just wrote I think this is actually a title of a Jewel song, but I never heard the song... but oh well. Its not exactly finalized yet... hafta work it out of my guitar again. "I Don't Wanna Be Loved By Anybody But You" I never thought I'd ever kiss your sweet lips I never dreamed I'd ever lay with you like this I never knew I could be so close I'd hear you breathing I don't wanna be loved by anybody but you So many times I wondered what it'd be like to feel your touch So many nights I would dream of your face, the face of love So many times I came so close to calling you to say that I don't wanna be loved by anybody but you. So take my hand and show me the way to your heart It's where I wanna stay Now at last I hold you and time just stands still Now I truly love you my hearts completely filled Now I have the nerve to say what I've kept inside so long I don't wanna be loved by anybody but you No I don't wanna be loved by anybody but you Nobody but you No one but you. ______________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free Email at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 29 Jan 2000 23:42:22 EST From: DPS8315@aol.com Subject: ET: Quickly, let us go Woohoo! I am all caught up, for about 25 minutes. I'll crit digest 37 at midnight EST..blah blah blah. Critqueness Land of Illumination I was actually caught up 12 hours ago but I've managed to procrastinate this post until now. I'd like to take this moment to welcome a certain someone [a new angel :)]- she knows who she is; she is now among us. I'm sure she'll lurk, but if and when she pops out, everyone'd better be nice to her because *if you're not*, your poetry will feel the rath of my unabridged criticism! With this said, welcome cassie. A post: _____ so there you were, having reduced every inch of me all.all.my.confidence, down to a bashful school boy, I saw you, take ahold of me, And it all went straight to my soul- With you standing at the edge of my heart, Calling to everything.I.am- So maybe that look you gave me Was a little more than skin deep, And maybe it shocked me, Just a little, sent me spinning, Reeling back, To the roots of who I was As a boy, a child, Stripped of my hopes And aspirations at your feet Jan.21/23.00 ______ Drawn away, I feel you coming to me, Floating along The same streams of conscienceless, That end in divine moments in time; Featuring e all twisted up inside of you, The way I know you like it, Isolated with love and yourself in my bed- And you're laying there with your eyes closed And I'm doing everything I can To taste your soul, And I'd follow you Between your thighs or your thoughts, Whichever way is deeper- The winds and resistance rise As I come closer and closer to salvation Inside of you, And then 4 hours later, There we are-again, Facing more questions than before; No closer to the truth Than when all this began Jan.23.00 ______ and I wanted to be there with you, side by side, as we crossed into the never-never world of answering all those questions and each other's bodies - -in face to face confrontation, that, for all intents and purposes, meant more and more every.second.we.were.there, I think I left all of my hidden agenda By the side of the bed, Dropped It there Halfway before getting to you, Laid back In the shimmering essence Of just how beautiful you are Jan.23.00 ______ James ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #37 *********************************