From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #83 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 Thursday, March 9 2000 Volume 03 : Number 083 * 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: Sing No More [Annie ] ET: You are low(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] Re: ET: i am everything you want... [DPS8315@aol.com] ET: it all started when i was listening to tori.... [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: Poem ["Claudia" ] ET: ~a candle burning in every room~ [shivergirl ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000 08:15:11 -0500 From: Annie Subject: ET: Sing No More Why is it so hard to write something worthwhile when everything seems to be running smoothly? ^^ I wrote this and translated it to Spanish. I only took one year of French, so that wasn't an option. I hope you enjoy my remedial Spanish and my words inspired by peace. ~~~ Cantan No Más Cantan no más de amor, hermana Eres no Rapunzel Amor es por pez Solapaba vuestros labios con torpeza Esperando Casanova y Inundar en lugar de Cantan no más de violencia o odio Se ofrecen se por paz Amabilidad sea tú arbusto quemando Y estuvo acostado tuyas armas pelusa Cantan no más de las embustes Cuál como una plaga descende ena nuestras almas Pensamientos contaminaron y Manos ensuciado Cantan no más de intolerancia, ángel amable Y lo saben único de la pureza cual puedo ha sido de humanidad Nunca olvidan tuya inocencia Nunca olvidan tuya espera Nunca permieten tuya mente pasar hambre Cantan de belleza Cantan de fe Cantan con una voz rehacer angelical por creyenda ~~~ Sing No More Sing no more of love, sister You are not Rapunzel Love is for fish Flapping their lips awkwardly Expecting Casanova and Drowning instead Sing no more of violence or hatred Offer yourself for peace Let kindness be your burning bush And lay your weapons down Sing no more of the hypocrasy Which as a plague descends on our souls Thoughts tainted and Hands made dirty Sing no more of bigotry, sweet angel And know only of the purity which may become of humanity Never forget your innocence Never shun your hope Never let your mind starve Sing of beauty Sing of faith Sing with a voice made angelic through believing - -Annie ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000 11:40:41 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: You are low(poem) I wrote this poem this morning thinking about a friend and what happened to her. This is not about me in any way, shape, or form fortunately, but I do pity the guy(I won't name anyone in public here)'s soul. He truly is low. If you have questions, comments, flames, suggestions, feel free to say them to me in private. I may or may not answer but ask anyhow :) Also, if you don't wish to receive my poetry, let me know and I'll take you off my list. Take cares and Have a Great Day :o) -Seth ========================================================= You are low by Seth D. Fulmer 3-8-00 You really are low You don't deserve to live If you'd do this to me I don't know what to say Don't talk to me unless you can explain without lying out your ass like you do so skillfully You tell me sweet things You kiss me and then I find out from a friend that you're back with the bitch I first don't really like it when I get my news from friends I'd rather get it from you but now it don't matter I sit here now crying wondering where to go what to do, what to say and what the hell to feel I trusted you once! but now I don't know How can I trust someone who doesn't tell me the truth? ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000 15:31:09 EST From: DPS8315@aol.com Subject: Re: ET: i am everything you want... In a message dated 3/6/00 2:23:13 PM US Eastern Standard Time, electricdream@netscape.net writes: > i take my transperancy marker to my big framed > photo mosaic of van gogh, my mirror, my window, my desk... you name it. > dunno > what it is about it that makes it so much easier for me to get my thoughts > out. Wow, this so gets a big WOOHOO! from me :) A transparency marker..that's just excellent stuff! I will surely keep that in mind, I could use a little change up. btw, if you have a ceiling fan, put glow in the dark stars on it! rock! :) ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000 16:34:36 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: it all started when i was listening to tori.... I sit huddled in the middle of my room, pictures of all of you stare, a churning in my stomach, shaking in my skin I'm not sure who I'm writing this to, not sure who I'm screaming at Just waiting till a trained lifeguard on the beach does a double take at my huddled figure in the middle of the ocean ~~*~~ Gullible? Damn straight! And if you die today I won't believe the papers + I won't cry because you really think I'm beautiful, you really think I'm worth the teaching. I think you're the gullible one - I'm just good at fooling But when I'm with you I won't cry, just promise me that you won't die + keep thinking that I'm gullible. ~~*~~ One more casualty in the butterfly- wings department. One more request to exchange flying for fins But I have to say I never thought it'd be you running to his arms Never thought you'd get over your fear of swimming that kept you so safe on the shore. ~~*~~ around you the air smiles. I don't think I need to say more. ~~*~~ Stepped inside my dream and forgot to wake up pretend I'm gullible like sleeping beauty but I know that you're the witch and snow white was gullible too - but taller than the crone and in my dream I'm as tall as I want stop knocking on my door, I'm asleep in the bed that's just right. ~~*~~ It caught me here Between burning and life, you ever notice how precious things bleed more and your songs have been wailing longer? It caught me, the smoke was black so I guess I'm not pure enough to be the pope, but you were pure enough before. Too bad the lovelorn burn alive, after that every kiss is still like fire and it doesn't matter how many times I say "fly" you still say it's hot. I forgot the journey we were on but all that matters are the stories at the end. It had to happen, the excuse went something like that. But winds change and pleasure disapears like smoke and pretty soon you're a prisoner jumping through a hoop of fire. I told you that he'd die today but I think that maybe I'm the witch at the stake. Tear yourself away from your chains for just a minute - watch who it is that finally catches me, let me know what color the smoke was... ~~*~~ Sometimes I want to kiss the moon. Build a wall aorund me, feel the distance and the star-heat instead of rage-fire or betrayal- burning. Just me and the moon, we'll be alright, I'll be able to scream as loud as I want to or pretend that you love me but mostly I'd dance, I'd loose all of my fear. ~~*~~ I think this counts as not well ventilated. Anywhere where you are needs a constant supply of fresh air. Giddy and exhilarated like lighting, do you hear that ringing? I guess it's just me. I just realized what that means. If it's just me, then go, go, go.... ~~*~~ Royaboya "stepped inside your dream now i've forgotten how to dream my own dreams" tori amos ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 8 Mar 2000 22:51:26 +0100 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: Poem If i look back i see friends cheating i hear love lying i feel pain tearing up my heart. How many tears i cried how many nights i lay alone and helpless in my bed how many times i hated myself how many prayers i sent to heaven begging for someone to save me. Tears have fallen, days have passed me by and i am now a different person, a new soul. You saved my life when all my dreams and hopes were shattered you brought light to my eyes when i was wandering in the dark. And i would still be wandering in that endless darkness if i didn't have you, if you weren't holding my hand right now. Every day you hold me like a baby and with your tenderness and sweetness you show me what love is and what heaven is. Together, hand in hand we explore this new world we are living in, our world, our happiness, our rebirth. If i think of my future i see you my love, i see us loving and taking care of each other, i see our life together, i see my tears of joy. I love you Steve. ------------------------------ Date: Wed, 08 Mar 2000 23:46:55 -0500 From: shivergirl Subject: ET: ~a candle burning in every room~ hiya claudia, court, ben, kara-kara, james, nicole, nai, sam, samara, summer(!), laura, marty, annie&maggie&other nameless angels&others i would like to know better. :) does anyone know whatever happened to kat?? nikita, since yer handle/addy if bif naked, i wondered if you were a fellow crazy canuck...? and i guess that begs the whole why-don't-you-know-le-francais question???? ;) btw, you'll feel stupide many, many times in this life. at least here people won't laugh at you (i hope). KEVIN, thank you big muches for the beautiful translation. yer french is not rusty or broken; i think it's better than mine (not that that would be overly difficult! ;). i feel honoured that you took the time (and i gotsta admit it feels kewl to have someone take yer werds and make them so lovely; it was weird to read it in plain old anglais after the fact, but interesting. :) oh, and you can also get glow-in-the-dark moons too!! i've got one on my non-flat ceiling (or floor? ;). and when are those critiques gonna start up again, since nobody took advantage of kara's brilliant idear??? as sam would say, now on to the words... :) love&faerie sneakiness, ~sHiV + whatever you love you are the sickness that you made into an existence i sometimes feel like i haven't travelled far enough away from you and all those self-inflicted scars that the little happy dwarves in the forest couldn't recognize with their child-like eyes i wonder why you didn't like the feel of the interstice why you clung to the polarities instead of being non-perfectionist non-projectionist you had to give in to the shining waters emulate a greek god and be a star * grumpy&snarky&sorta dorky you were at your best when your ego rest for a minute and danced in your shorts in the motel room with the number nine on the door i think it was the talking heads or the smiths or some eighties band that rocked your teenage world but i can't recall it now i just remember i'd never heard it before ~ you always preferred the explicit version of words so sex sold you the world of girls even though you fought the great war of sexism i still felt like a walking cervix around you with perky breasts and fantastic femurs good teeth to boot * it's been a great long while (in reality only about yesterday) since i missed your never-smiles and our silence is rarely only broken now by my fleeting greying thoughts of us how i was so utterly drawn to saturn once upon a time how i told you your matter was too heavy a planet for me too bear so keep your rings i'm sure they'll come in handy for the sun someday when i am just the moon to you and you said yes i'm sure you'll find your own astronaut who won't tie you up in knots and it's true i'm on a mission to mars and i've just heard the good news: (so i thought i'd share it-- with you) a bunch of germans have decided to bring back the muppet show * i wish you closer spaces between the tines of a fork, when you spoon with your new soulmate, i hope the blueberry cake is infectious, and that you make your demons finally happy, - -30- ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #83 *********************************