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eda-thoughts-digest    Saturday, February 12 2000    Volume 03 : Number 052




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                               Today's Subjects:
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  ET: Wide Shut                                           [RJonthego@aol.com]
  ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~          ["marty" <mrw@swipnet.se>]
  ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~  [kara garbe <lakini@virginia.edu>]
  Re: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~              [JADED022@aol.com]
  Re: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~  [kara garbe <lakini@virginia.]
  Re: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~  [Seth Fulmer <kaosking@voicen]
  ET: A Survey on Valentine's Day                           [DPS8315@aol.com]
  ET: Hello                               ["Sam Plant" <cotl_gl@hotmail.com>]
  Re: ET: Hello                                          [BRONCOBAND@aol.com]
  Fwd: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~              [DPS8315@aol.com]
  ET: while trying to do lit. hmwrk. :)  [Naomi Vaughn <electricdream@netsca]
  ET: Boy Arms                                            [RJonthego@aol.com]
  ET: dum de dum                                          [RJonthego@aol.com]
  ET: Little Queen/My Valentine(poem)  ["Seth D. Fulmer" <kaosking@voicenet.]
  ET: superhero poem                                      [KTLUVSJOE@aol.com]

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 02:19:21 EST
From: RJonthego@aol.com
Subject: ET: Wide Shut

Is this bit of lace
wrapped around her flexing arm,
squeezing lovingly or
painfully?
Walking that thin line as her veins dance,
I feel faint,
Because of the blood, not the addiction
It's odd that I don't feel compassion
I just want her to put the needle away.

I think once, a sharp object must have dug out my eyes
So I couldn't see the pain
And no one could see mine.
And I lived in a blind euphoria
In a dark place with red lights
Happiness isn't the right word,
But I couldn't see the bad.
Then I realized, I could hear.
Babies cries and empty rooms
Never hurt so much before.
I tasted the metallic in my mouth
before I saw the wound.;

But I saw again,
Maybe it was the fairie's tears that shouldn't have been there
Or the junkie's needles,
Shooting her eyes wide shut.
But I still closed my eyes,
I needed to hear them talk
Guarding that window
So my soul couldn't be raped.

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 13:55:40 +0100
From: "marty" <mrw@swipnet.se>
Subject: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~

   sorry angels.. me hopeless! ;)

<disregard>
~
ne pas vous, bonbon! ;)  je desire seulement dire encore une fois..  ~je vous aime tara~  (pour ce que j'ai oublie, indulgent? ;) s'il vous plaaait? ;o)  mon vocabulaire etre le petite.. ugh! ;)
mais je viens de suede, tu vois? :) indulgent encore une fois? :) 
et avoir faim!! *krr krr* oui oui oui, excuses marty! fi! ;)
j'aime votre le poem tres tres charmant (et mmh sexy..) mon cherie.. min bästa favorit, älskling.. puss puss.. et chatouiller votre petite fossingar, tu souviens? bonjour de m-m.¤ :)
~
<regard>

wishin ya'll have a beautiful day! :)

marty

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 08:46:55 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time)
From: kara garbe <lakini@virginia.edu>
Subject: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~

marty a ecrit:

>  ~je vous aime tara~  

oh, vous deux etes si mignons!!!!!!
awwwwwwwww!!!
je peux me sentir l'amour!

(je ne pouvait pas resister! je vous aime aussi tara et marty!!!)

~kara :)


~    ~    ~    ~    ~    ~    ~    ~    ~    ~    ~   
"Laisse-moi mourir en essayant de te dire
un mot qui peut faire la difference
dans une vie des mots qui blessent"

               -Cathryn Hankla

(traduise mal par moi, mais je ne peux pas avoir l'anglais dans 
cette lettre. excusez-moi parce que je n'avais pas parle francais 
dans plus qu'un an)

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 15:36:06 EST
From: JADED022@aol.com
Subject: Re: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~

Ummm yeah! Engles por favor!!!   Me gusta mucho Tara!!!  Yo no comprendo como 
ellos hablan....Yo hablo espanol...No hablo frances...
Hay un problema con ellos!!!!  = )
    Tara, Tu poema es muy bonita...Me gusta mucho!!!  Hasta luego ellos, y 
buenas noches....

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 15:54:21 -0500 (Eastern Standard Time)
From: kara garbe <lakini@virginia.edu>
Subject: Re: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~

Lo siento mucho, jade! Necesites aprender el frances, es una lengua 
muy bonita. No tienes un problema con mi o Tara, por favor!! Somos 
las personas simpaticas!

no more foreign languages! sorry!
:)
k


> Ummm yeah! Engles por favor!!!   Me gusta mucho Tara!!!  Yo no comprendo como 
> ellos hablan....Yo hablo espanol...No hablo frances...
> Hay un problema con ellos!!!!  = )
>     Tara, Tu poema es muy bonita...Me gusta mucho!!!  Hasta luego ellos, y 
> buenas noches....


~    ~    ~    ~    ~    ~    ~    ~  
"Let me die trying to tell you
one word that might matter
in a life of words that wound"
               -Cathryn Hankla

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 16:17:23 -0500 (EST)
From: Seth Fulmer <kaosking@voicenet.com>
Subject: Re: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~

On Fri, 11 Feb 2000 JADED022@aol.com wrote:

> Ummm yeah! Engles por favor!!!   Me gusta mucho Tara!!!  Yo no comprendo
> como ellos hablan....Yo hablo espanol...No hablo frances...
> Hay un problema con ellos!!!!  = )
>     Tara, Tu poema es muy bonita...Me gusta mucho!!!  Hasta luego ellos,
> y buenas noches....

Hola,
	Lo Siento si no te gusta lo que digo pero no puedo dejarla.
Tambien, lo siento pero mi espanol no es como excelente que el tio.
Muchas personas quienes son suscrito a este listo hablan ingles.  Hay un
pocos personas quien pueden hablar frances tambien y le gustan
practicarlo.  Ellos no lo hablan mucho asi es todo macho.  Asi, por favor,
Calmense :)  Espero que tienes un muy buen fin de semana!  Hasta luego :)

Seth D. Fulmer
mailto:kaosking@voicenet.com

P.S. Everybody, I decided to give him the benefit of the doubt that he
spoke 100% spanish as I haven't had spanish in well over 3-4 yrs and my
comprehension..well sucks!  I won't beat this dead horse any longer hehe
:)

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 16:59:14 EST
From: DPS8315@aol.com
Subject: ET: A Survey on Valentine's Day

Alright, I spent a few minutes making a little form for anybody interested.   
It's a survey, because we've had some heated discussions about Valentine's 
Day. <A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/mhsccc/vday.html">vday</A> 

I'm going to put some <A HREF="http://www.geocities.com/mhsccc/vdayquote.htm">
quotes here</A>, too

I dont think I'll do critiques until way late in the morning, but we'll see :)

James
 <A HREF="http://www.hometown.aol.com/dps8315/">indexed me</A> 

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 14:07:27 PST
From: "Sam Plant" <cotl_gl@hotmail.com>
Subject: ET: Hello

Hello, I am new to the list.  Just thought I might send out a few of my own 
poems to the world.



Like a ship at sea I sail my moods from crest to trough and back.
I hit the bottom and scrape the top my soul begins to crack.
But what about
My shades of doubt
I travel in a trough.
The looming hope still crests nearby
Yet hope is not enough.




Forty ways to spin a tune
To sing a song or play.
A melody about the moon
To keep all fear at bay.
Sweetness to my tastebuds
A smell so rich and clean.
Taste the mixture of our bloods
A pain so dull its keen.




What comes will go and come again
Cycling through the ages.
What goes will come and go again
Returning towards its native land.
What recedes will exceed and recede again
Trying to find a fit.
What lands will fly and land again
To kiss the ground with the sky.




Dullness, boredom
Poison of the mind.
Traps of ignorance
Making people blind.
I hear no sound but drunken speech,
Tales of tales beyond our reach.
Gilded men leave thought behind,
Priceless skin without a mind.



Eyes of a question dig into my mind.
He asks in a question through eyes of a kind.
Into my mind he questions my eart.
Searching for difference that sets us apart.
An eternity it seemed, though a moment had passed.
Quiet questions and answers in eyes have amassed.
The language of sight, the tongue of the skin.
Tells of a journey for both to begin.




What is it like to love unalowed.
While society deems such love unendowed.
I'm evil they say and fit for a fall.
Sinister in spirit, deaf to the lovebird's call.




Not everything flows like water
Hidden thoughts and hidden hopes.
Flowing like nothing.
Everything hides from fear.
Deep within yet standing out.
Hidden by your soul.
Time erodes fear.
Flowing freely, touching nothing.
Bringing forth hope.
New paths appear upon the trail of adversity.
Opening doors to new realities.




Dropping hints and subtleties
Letting myself free
One strap at a time I release my soul
I pull down my mask
So others may see who I am
A bare face at a masquerade
I am amazed by reactions
Not always what I fear
The world doesn't shun me
They close in and accept me.
Clean wounds heal nicely when they are never even made.




Running through the field
I smell the new day's aproach
Sweet new sunlight
Radiant and grand in a scene of peace
Short green grasses and their colorfull companions
The shore of the field homes the forest of thought
For now though, dance in the rays of the sun.




Here is a late night written poem (sometime around third period at school 
really) but that is all sleeping time to me.
Laugh if you want, it's not supposed to make tooooo much sense.


Title: Confusion, in my sense.

Where did I put it
What did I do
Knocking on air
Who are you.

Who am I
I ask again
Again I can not
For who is I.

Tip toe across your empty bed
Butterflies sprout upon your head
Gummy-bears dance and jelly-worms sing
Is anybody listening?

Time immeasurable...
Existance denied.







Thats all for now, thank you for reading my words.
                 --Sam.
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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 17:30:12 EST
From: BRONCOBAND@aol.com
Subject: Re: ET: Hello

Well everyone, that was my dear friend Sam  :o).  I (personally) love his 
stuff.  I know he is looking forward to reading the talent that flows through 
this list!  So, if you feel up to it, make my buddy feel at home :o)...and 
keep posting, all you wonderful poets!

Laura

Welcome Samuel!  ;)

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 17:43:33 EST
From: DPS8315@aol.com
Subject: Fwd: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 17:43:19 EST
Subject: Re: ET: Re: ~fastforwarding to the present~
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Date: 11 Feb 00 16:10:01 CST
From: Naomi Vaughn <electricdream@netscape.net>
Subject: ET: while trying to do lit. hmwrk. :)

come in the night,
steal from daylight
the courage
of deception,
and come to me
away from the half-truths
of blue
and into the void of darkness
this sliver of time
where secrets don't have to be
whispered
and kisses don't have to be
rushed

bring the wine
bring your scars

don't be afraid
of not knowing
what comes next

don't be afraid
of letting go.


"If I knew better... I wouldn't change a thing" ~Train, "Swaying"

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 20:58:44 EST
From: RJonthego@aol.com
Subject: ET: Boy Arms 

Warm boy arms
That take all of your heat
and make you forget your strength 
next to him.
Warm
boy arms
with the internal heating
we joked about.
All the boy arms
I've ever
held,
Where will I find
all the boy arms    ?
They took my
strength
Before I realized
They sapped my
warmth
So I thought it was them.
I can't depend on
boy arms
to keep me warm
Give me back (to?)
myself.

- --
Royaboya
"I got nobody by my side and surely that ain't right" - Portishead

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 21:02:57 EST
From: RJonthego@aol.com
Subject: ET: dum de dum

ok, sure, um...well
the worthless piece of shit i am
                      (just now)
Is ready to stand up
If it's ok with you.
Overstepped boundries
are steps that can't be taken
                                     backwards
after
you run.

- --
royaboya
"writing isn't difficult. You just stare at a blank piece of paper until 
drops of blood appear on your forehead." Gene Fowler

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 22:54:17 -0500
From: "Seth D. Fulmer" <kaosking@voicenet.com>
Subject: ET: Little Queen/My Valentine(poem)

     Hi everyone :o)  I was watching Sabrina the teenage Witch(my 2nd
favorite show on TV) and it was about Valentines Day(of course) and when
they summoned Cupid I was like "Ok..where's my gun?"  Anyhow, like I was
thinking about who I would like as my valentine...ignoring my hatred for a
split second while I thought...like who would be my perfect valentine.
This is my impression of an idea.  Comments, suggestions, flames, questions
are welcome but not necessary.  Also if you don't want to receive my poetry
just lemme know, okey? :)  Well take cares and Have a Fantastic Day! :o) 
- -Seth
==================================
Little Queen/My Valentine
by Seth D. Fulmer
2/11/00

Little queen; My Valentine
Running through the fields
Shooting all the honeybees
and making them love houseflies

She looks at me sideways
bats her eyes flirtingly
kisses me on the cheek
and disappears into the mist

I love you girl so longingly
You make my heart go flipflop
Running senselessly into insanity
and ending up in heartbreak

I wish I were pure emotion
I'd write myself into a poem
I'd play myself into a sonata
for all the world to hear!

Please come back; come dance with me
I love you darling for all time
I want to fly; with you I soar
You're an angel; with you, in heaven we are born

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Date: Fri, 11 Feb 2000 23:54:12 EST
From: KTLUVSJOE@aol.com
Subject: ET: superhero poem

SUPERHERO                                 2*10*00
I bet superman never had this pain.
I bet he'd never been swept away.
It's such a damn shame.
If love were like kryptonite, then I wouldn't be alive.
I bet superman could fly around with his big red cape.
I bet he got a different girl everynight.
But still, that exceeds the boundaries of a superhero.
I'm sure he'd be fired if his boss knew,
Another girl in his tights everynight.
But he's never felt love, Lois wasn't the one.
He'll die before enchantment can catch up to him.
What a shame.
Well, maybe I'm not a superhero.
Maybe I can't see through walls.
But that's just fine with me.
I have a man whose insides are stronger than any superhero.
And he's very proud to show them to me.
    


                                                             jKatherine

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