From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #53 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, February 13 2000 Volume 03 : Number 053 * 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: Et: Poem (Circles of Pain (Avenging Angel)) [Chris ] Re: [ET: Hello] [genben@usa.net] ET: EDA poets [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: saturday morning thoughts [genben@usa.net] ET: 3am journal entry rambles [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: my webpage [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: Let us know... [JADED022@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2000 01:07:39 -0500 From: Chris Subject: ET: Et: Poem (Circles of Pain (Avenging Angel)) All comments welcome. Circles of Pain (Avenging Angel) Circles of loneness, circles of pain They bind and mold and drive us insane. The truth isn't always a pretty thing, It doesn't always make our hearts sing. Yet, if we live a lie, and wear a mask, What is the point--that I ask? Though you wear the make-up of deception, The truth does not escape my perception. I see the true you, who you really are- A bright and brilliant, shinning star. You are loved more than you can ever know, You can end your misery, end your woe. Break the circle, break the chain, Take the chance to end your pain! I shall do my best to be your avenging angel, I shall do my best to end your hell. - ----------------------------------------------------- Click here for Free Video!! http://www.gohip.com/freevideo/ ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2000 01:11:29 -0500 From: Chris Subject: ET: Poem (Birth of Angels) * Birth of Angels * I used to think long ago in distance times, that the birth of angels occurred only in rhythms, and when the righteous would fall and die, and for each wish upon a star in the night sky, but as I grown and met each and every new friend, I have learned that the birth of angels does transcend Space and Time, Heaven and Earth, Right and Wrong, And I have learned what I should have known all along, that everyone within them has the potential to be reborn as a seraph, a real angel. So to one and all, great and small, I humbly ask? that you take that a chance, remove your mask, and let the world see, what is so obvious to me, your true self, your angelic spirit, your inner beauty. - ----------------------------------------------------- Click here for Free Video!! http://www.gohip.com/freevideo/ ------------------------------ Date: 12 Feb 00 09:57:49 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: Re: [ET: Hello] "Sam Plant" wrote: > Hello, I am new to the list. Just thought I might send out a few of my own > poems to the world. well, hello there. welcome. and, i must say, i like your use of language in your poems; very classic, thank you for sharing them with us ;) ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2000 10:16:23 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: EDA poets Hello Angels (i use this term losely....), I'm working on the new version of my website, and if you write and want to put some up on my EDA poetry section, email me with your poetry and name. Also include a link to your site, if you have one. I'm looking for new good links too. (I'm still looking for a feature artist for this month) Rebecca http://www.angelfire.com/yt/rebecca ------------------------------ Date: 12 Feb 00 10:31:19 EST From: genben@usa.net Subject: ET: saturday morning thoughts i can't see my eyes wander as i search to reclaim the image that your beauty has left deep in my mind hopelessly lost forever from sight further and further i spelunk my own personal cave seeking out what i can't remember ever having wondering if the blinders will ever fall away and leave me in awe ____________________________________________________________________ Get free email and a permanent address at http://www.netaddress.com/?N=1 ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2000 17:27:48 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: 3am journal entry rambles You're always going to be cold If there's someone around who's warmer than you are. ~ Sometimes I think it's the idea of him I like But there wouldn't be any idea if there was no him I'm scared to make that call Because of the reality I hate it that dreams are so much safter. Should I call? Should I call... Maybe it's better this way What if I called and it was just silences Or he was in bed (the cutie) And at least I could pretend he's dreaming of me. Girl's plight immortal Waiting for the phone. I wish it would ring under my hand So I would jump - better than this shaking. It's ridiculous you know he won't call at midnight But you stay awake anyway To give him more changes To screw up. ~ I need combat boots So I can go crashing through worlds And stomp on them before they stomp on me. ~ Is that the wind? I don't believe it It sounds so angry - not the wind I knew. The soap opera of My Life proof: the weather fits my moods. ~ The thing that would make me happiest right now, is just a cold drink....... in the hand of somone who cares. Oh well, It won't hurt me to walk to the kitchen. The water's not cold. He would have cared enough to put in ice cubes. ~ She's so funny in those oversized clothes I wish she would never grow up to fit them. ~ I am so happy you love me. I write you love poems in the margins. But if you don't call tomorrow Remind me what forgivenss is. ~ You stole my scissors When I went to cut out my heart But I lost the glue When I wanted to keep you with me. ~ I read stories of missing children and wonder - did they like that photo of themselves? Or did they run away to hide from the flash and buy a new camera ~ I felt beautiful tonight, for the first time in a long time. Amazing what eyeshadow and blue sunglasses can do If only He was here to see it. (nevermind - it was the skirt) ~ I'm looking good When all the mirrors in my house Smile at me. ~ I will let my children write at 3am Because I know What a lonely time that is. And I will let them turn on their lights because I know how exasperating it is not to be able to read your writing the next day. ~ Wait wait wait for something to write. Nothing doesn't cut it anymore because there's always something. ~ I wonder if anyone recognizes when I smile with my eyes or if they just see that I'm not smiling with my mouth. ~ It feels like poetry to me - mirrors on one side ocean-beauty on the other. A gift out of nowhere. And a poem out of almost-nothing. ~ I make collages to piece myself together I cut magazines because i like taking them apart. ~ You might think I'm just pretending with the glitter and the coat-hangers and the stretch-gauze material But it's just a little help for people who don't see the way I sparkle, and how high I really fly. ~ Now I'll sleep - -or try to But who can sleep When it's raining and you're so warm inside and tomorrow you'll know how it will smell and everything will start over. And the mud puddles and the highschool guys who laugh as their cars careen and splash the ped's and how you laugh Because you can't help it. And yow you'd love to go outside right now Soak to the bone Start yourself over. But it's so warm... and you're so dry... maybe it's easier to sleep than..you... thought. ~ Ok, turn off the light turn off my mind. That's enough po-ems for one night. I'm tired! I'm sorry I ever railed against writer's block. ~ A long ago memory of a cousin and a picnic bench skipping rocks teasing that makes me smile now. I wonder if you remember that day and why I remembered it tonight an all-of-a-sudden memory or long-ago laughter. ~ Shaking trembling shivering That's what I do when I'm cold. (But more importantly - when you are not here to hold me.) ~ Music like they are hitting someone angry pounding who hit them first? My songs turn to tears usually. I guess it all depends on the way you've been hurt. ~ Laughing yellow woman with teh large skirts and lipstick pushing her breasts over the top of the bodice making sure everyone could see (Don't worry - no one could miss them) The life of our little party sitting around the mismatched tankards. I would have done that too - borrowed a bodice and a necklace to draw attention Except for a watchful older brother. Who I should have thanked after the spell of the blonde hair had melted. But he would have told me to shove it - Unspoken agreement, our sibling contract. He wouldn't have gotten what i was thanking him for anyway. ~ After a night of hard, hitting music. I wonder Is there really that much anger? Is the world really bereft of that much hope? ~ I dont' remember when she stopped singing us to sleep. But I do remember the songs. ~ I think southern california is all about the sunglasses. Picking the right ones to flirt with large eyes over the rim. (I own 5 pairs myself) ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2000 18:49:38 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: my webpage hey people, I decided to destroy my old webpage, and start up a new one. So here it is: http://www.angelfire.com/stars/neonskye/index.html not everything's up or working yet, but save it in your fave-places! :) Talk to you all later, Royaboya "writing isn't difficult. You just stare at a blank page of paper until drops of blood appear on your forehead." Gene Fowler ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 12 Feb 2000 22:58:42 EST From: JADED022@aol.com Subject: ET: Let us know... This one came from out of the blue for me...I was REALLY tired, and decided to write whatever came out...You know...Like those 3 A.M. excursions... (Gotta love those!) ~Forever, Jade~ Let us know... Sad boy... You try so hard to live in a world That couldn't possibly understand you. Yet you face that world, that continues to prove you wrong And somehow you stay on your feet Aimlessly wandering to find What can't be found for you Acceptance..... The vivid dream you seek is worthless to you It will only get your hopes up, and drop them down again You should have realized that long ago Yet something inside forces that belief on you Don't ever give up And if you find it.... Let us know ('Cause we had dreams once too) ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #53 *********************************