From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #94 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, March 18 2000 Volume 03 : Number 094 * 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: new poems ["stephen" ] ET: Hate storm(poem) [Seth Fulmer ] ET: list/smoe.org down for a period Saturday [Mike Connell ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 16 Mar 2000 23:12:15 -0500 From: "stephen" Subject: ET: new poems 25 Cents... Spinning Spinning Spinning goes my little head Three more fourths of my life and I will certainly be dead Past a quarter century of life I have lived Is it worth all the pain in my heart that it gives? A New Life... As I wait for the day when I start a new book I skim through the pages of the last one I took There's nothing in this one that I need to keep I'll send it to the bookshelf where it can sleep A new life I'm writing with a diamond point pen On pages of stone and a spine made of tin I'll never look back on the old book I wrote It will all be faint memories jotted down as cliff notes I hardly ever write poetry I just think i suck at it.. but lately there are lots of changes going on with my life and sometimes when i sit down at my computer my thoughts come out I hope these are good enough to add to the group and not just take up cyber space Although I rarely reply I do read a good portion of the poems on here and I really like them allot.. Stephen p.s. I would have used a word other that tin but no other kin of strong metal rhymed with pen ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2000 14:21:21 -0500 (EST) From: Seth Fulmer Subject: ET: Hate storm(poem) Hey everyone :) Well I got some time here so I'm going to post this. I wrote this poem this morning and surprisingly I felt a WHOLE lot better...more calm than better...sorry about all the negative emotion. Take care and Have a most excellent Day! :o) -Seth ============================ Hate storm by Seth D. Fulmer 3-17-00 I've come to look out for the hatred in me The violent torrents of fire and wind The passionate power the rage divine A second part of me that doesn't run and hide I love it and back It doesn't make me shy It's better than a female for it never gets tired The flame within and the power throughout an explosive tendency to blow up all others A world of puny mortals and of gods who are cowards I could stomp all of them and even you I suppose But then where's the fun you couldn't play along a little torture-mania can really go a long way The power to boil oceans with a thought or a word and make cities nonexistant or evem make them burn The power to take solar systems and rearrange their atoms Turn them into benevolent dragons or even make them warbeasts I want to enact all my thoughts make them live as day I want to be able to take Manhatten and turn it into a submarine My thoughts divide, I dance and slide I run a risk of insanity Flames and Torrents rule the oceans Let Neptune try to stop me I turn the underworld into a moshpit They're dead, what the hell could happen? Heaven and Hell are nothing but fools living in their own denial Humans who are so quite gullible believing my every word Gods who let me make their creation squirm and cry in torture Tell me Gods and Goddesses too Who is the better one now? But alas the seas calm and I'm left with but a luke warm breeze The tornado that existed within my soul has broken apart on the rocks I leave you now into this world I go to sleep my friends ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2000 15:25:23 -0500 From: Mike Connell Subject: ET: list/smoe.org down for a period Saturday Hi peeps :-) I just wanted to inform you all that the joint that smoe.org is housed in will be without power for about 10 hours or more starting Saturday morning at about 6:00am eastern USA time. While it is alright to send mail to any list at smoe.org during that period, please be aware that it will be held/delayed until smoe.org is turned back on, which will apparently be sometime Saturday evening. Mike  : \    / :                    -- o -- :                      /    \ :                             .---.           .---. :                           /      \  @    /      \ :                         / / /     \(   ) /    \ \  \ :                       //////  /    '     `       --\\\\ :                     / /   /  / :         :   --\  \  \ \ :                    //  / /   /   /`     \     --\\ \   \\ :                  / /   /  /  / /  . .  . \ \  \    \   \ \                     We are everyday angels. :) ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 17 Mar 2000 21:50:58 -0500 From: Annie Subject: ET: Run-Ons Pt.1 The businessmen laugh too loudly a radio blares over the people of Russia are poverty-stricken by the plague fell upon the Isrealites and Moses parted the Red see how they run after the lemon merangue pie tastes best on Sundays I go to church for three whole hours ago I was at drama rehearsing how I made love to you without a negligees are so comfortable is a Lazy Boy. Naked pool frogs swim in underwear riding up my sasquatch likes big things in my pocket lint resides like a sagebrush between hairy toes. The meatball gave 20% more than what the umbrella went to the people of Macedonia's greatest ruler, Alexander and the terrible horrible no good very bad day was a classic cars are overrated as the people who drive them insane they like to be that groovy dude. Stupid is as stupid does not always mean special people get to ride cute buses and it's not fair-skinned people are prone to skin cancer of the lung is my best friend can speak Spanish in her sleep is something I don't get enough of your love is for fish are pretty I wish I could pet their scales are kind to my 100 lbs of sheer determination in my shoes. In the end only kindness matters most to those who lack it laughs at me from the shadows and I am wont to hide from your demons and your teeth are almost too white I can't see the sunshine feels so natural on my ivory skin has always been my least favorite subject is math was invented for those who cannot art. (Yes, there is a way that these make some kind of sense. Figure it out. ^^) - -Annie ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #94 *********************************