From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #95 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, March 19 2000 Volume 03 : Number 095 * 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: *~Guestbook Session~* [JewelAng@aol.com] ET: ~ please let me sleep in ~ ["marty" ] ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #93 [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com] ET: for you + you + you [RJonthego@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2000 00:23:27 EST From: JewelAng@aol.com Subject: ET: *~Guestbook Session~* These are some poems I wrote in a random guestbook (annoymsly) I started because I was bored a day ago. Now I realize how good these poems are. Better then the ones I've been writing lately. Feedback would be loved. If you don't want to read all of them try #7. That's my personal favorite. Rebecca http://nettrash.com/users/majesticramblings Guestbook Session #1 Sad things lift the voices of angels... and devils... Guestbook Session #2 Blue bites my tounge and makes me feel usless. It eats at those hallow little places, making them larger. It chews at my viens making the sun duller, the moon brighter. Blue bites my tounge... Guestbook Session #3 Never have I felt such pain, such loss, such joy, You are gone good bye. Guestbook Session #4 Where are you love? Come back Come back I'm not an angel. I need you back. Guestbook Session #5 You don't know my name. I'd like to keep it that way. You don't know my soul. I'd like to keep it that way. You don't know my heart, Now give it back. Guestbook Session #6 I never felt mucth like love. I've never felt too much love. I never felt much like hope. I've never felt too much hope. Only the time, you took me in your arms, and whispered... Everything will be alright. Well, now your gone and things aren't so right Guestbook Session #7 I can't say much. I can't talk much. My tounge is thick with all the words left unsaid. Should I say them? Should I let the thick bitterness roll of my tounge? Would you understand, love? Or would this also be too much depth for you? Guestbook Session #8 You said you wanted happiness. You wanted the little storybook ending. The kind where the women falls head first for an ignorent male who knows everything. Well, I'll tell you one thing baby, I aint no storybook ending. Guestbook Session #9 Blue haze pruprle sunset yellow heart orange blood You love, did this ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2000 13:16:54 +0100 From: "marty" Subject: ET: ~ please let me sleep in ~ ~ * ~ baby.. in a dream i was lulling you to sleep.. watching your beautiful eyelids and your face buried in a soft pillow surrounded by faeries with their wands set to glimmer and dreams.. i was kissing you quietly all the way to dreamland.. carried you in my arms over the bridge between reality and fantasy.. and in the same heartbeat i fell into fairytales with you, my love.. in a concurrent breathtake we drowsed away to a place beyond earth.. over land over seas, beyond oceans and soil.. that's where i come to meet you every night, every night together.. my love. ~ ¤ ~ t's-m.. :) ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2000 11:21:43 EST From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: Re: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #93 Scarlet This is blue This is blue Cascading drifts of dust Let you fingers slide into Your ever present lust You can walk into a whirlpool You can eat breakfast in your room This is another day in your life This is another field in bloom And so you run into the wall So you can taste the wood and paint It's the same wall that you felt As a child on weekdays It's a comfort in your madness It's a smell, a taste, a touch That somehow you remember Something like the way it was I woke up inside this old house The one where I used to live I ran into the morning streets To feel the cold blue wind I could swear your voice was blaring Everytime I turned around So I take in every earthquake As my feet touch the ground Din't make me read your bloody poetry It's a montonous blind breeze You waste paper with your sentences And claim you've cured the disease Let me show you a different way Follow me into my haze Let's close our eyes and run And dissolve into the sun This is blue This is blue Joe your mother recognizes all your desperate displays and she watches all her babies drift violently away http://www.chickpages. com/musicmania/joepages ------------------------------ Date: Sat, 18 Mar 2000 13:03:48 EST From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: for you + you + you Remember that I'm beautiful with you you + you + you remember how I shine with you when I remember you are mine and you laugh a steady yellow glow when I am with you you are beautiful you + you + you and I am beautiful too with you. ~~ lately I've been wearing down like an old pair of slippers that aren't warm and fuzzy anymore. I've been walking too much I've been talking too much My voice getting lower My brain getting slower like my batteries are dying The load was too much. And those warm fuzzies are getting thin and bare not enough cushion for a hug or even enough for one step. ~~ (this one's for those of you at the wild animal park on nov. 20, 1998) It's in her head it's all in her head when the bells ring (ding a ling) and the birds sing (ring a ding) and perch on her head so still, shh-- pretend you're dead you move they fly through the air stop pretending you gave me quite a scare blackened angels turning red. No wait - I'm sorry it was all in my head. ~~ I've resisted looking through old albums. I've managed to stay away from the musty lure of nostalgic remembering and half smiles. I've blocked my ears against the old laughter that floats up through the pictures and I've ignored the smell of salt and wind, the sight of friends and old times. I have trained myself away from the past. But I can't stop taking pictures. ~~ Wait I didn't say that Please that wasn't the right reply Come back, come back That's not what I meant It just came out wrong But now you've gone With a click and a dial tone And I didn't have a chance to say What really mattered. ~~ She's afraid she'll drown without warm arms always around One two three four that's all it takes to be a whore He's afraid she'll fly away from him and his alien green eyes. I'm afraid she'll fall he paints her name on a graffitti covered wall. Glowing hair, black star tatoo, Big lips and what have they been doing to you? She's afraid she'll drown In pools in eyes of green and brown All she wants is a pair of arms All I want is to keep her from harm. ~~ make them go away when every body's waves are too strong when you can't stand up in the shallow water and I can't jump in to save you. In the mists she writes with a deep voice echoing everything she says. Everybody else's girl the ocean's her own but it's too cold to swim. ~~ (sparked from last night's dream) It would be worth the cuts on my hands the stinging in my wrists and tears As long as you would hold them gently Wash away my tears and the blood and the stinging As long as you loved and helped and held As long as I wasn't left alone on my knees scraped and scratched stinging and scared. Glass shards in my knees, my hands, my heart. But it would be worth the roaring in my ears if I knew you were there to hold me. ~~~ that's that... royaboya who just got Boys from Pele!!!!!! ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #95 *********************************