From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #192 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 Wednesday, May 10 2000 Volume 03 : Number 192 * 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: ----------------- FWD: ET: another poem [mobilemaRty ] ET: Re: strat [RedWoodenBeads@aol.com] ET: Re: [Mango Ara ] ET: play ball [Summer Burton ] ET: stop it joe [zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki)] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 9 May 2000 6:05 +0100 From: mobilemaRty Subject: FWD: ET: another poem hey, thought i'd share...some kinda love-poh-emm or what ever it is,,, wrote it wif my eyes half-open, half-awake have patience.. ;) comments welcomed&dear. :) maRtY¤ (to the one i love) just wanted to give you that claudia-one, since it gave so much peace to read, beautiful... and to say; it has begun to lighten up in this room, morning arrives softly here as the greyzone slowly karess our planet, forward, forward is the direction, as the sun takes another round trip round the world, perhaps to say hi to you and me and, always, always there's a message from you to me, as father sun takes his stroll down ol here, and oh- it is of bliss, yes it is, how its rays of light pour in in this early hour of the day, cause i pry my eyes open, and it is of the beautiest sights for this human eye to see, i see you, yes i see you that's all i see, for there's an aura, a northern light, aurora around you, surrounds you, my love... oh come lay down, for this morning is still young and innocent, snuggle a little closer my cherry blossom tree, full of spring, the morning is just newly born again, let's raise the child of it, let's make it one to be remembered. - --------Vidarebefordrat meddelande--------- Datum: Mon, 8 May 2000 22:40:25 +0200 Från: Claudia Till: Eda- thoughts Ämne: ET: another poem You and the night Like a nocturnal butterfly i escape daylight wandering in the dark, trying to find a place to rest my wings and enjoy the sweet peace of silence. The air is soft on my skin, the stillness of the night surrounds me like an old friend's hug and all the madness of the day is just so far away. I close my eyes and there you are: my bright angel. Everything is still. Everything is peaceful. This is my time, this is my reward, this is all i've been waiting for. No time, no space. Just you and the night.- (Bara du och natten.- ) (jag älskar dig, tarA* :) ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 9 May 2000 00:28:58 EDT From: RedWoodenBeads@aol.com Subject: ET: Re: strat In a message dated 5/8/00 9:02:39 PM Pacific Daylight Time, owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org writes: << No, it's not. Any angel here will tell you that what I typed up was so very *obviously* a $2,000 Fender Stratocaster. What else did it look like? Certainly not a poem. A poem is words. That was not. That was a 6 string electric guitar, as anyone else here could tell. I guess I could see if you had mistaken it for a Fernandez or maybe an Ibanez, but come on people, a *poem*? love and lollipops to all Court >> Haha, funny. anyways, I didn't care for the stratocaster. Probably a thousand lines of verse have been written called "Me" with passages like "I am strong" and "I am amazing". It's just boring. no longer cradled in gravity's memory still in and spinning in spiral drifts of endlessness spinning in torment into the garden of light - -Pale Saints "A Thousand Stars Burst Open" http://www.chickpages.com/musicmania/joepages ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 08 May 2000 22:53:17 -0700 From: Mango Ara Subject: ET: Re: > > > << I am beautiful. > I am a good person. > I have saved a life, I am intellectual >> > > that's a poem? that was mean ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 9 May 2000 14:59:20 -0700 From: Summer Burton Subject: ET: play ball i could curl myself into a ball and bounce i could be your basketball bouncing pouncing jumping all over the court feeling your hand slap rap rhythms onto my cold hard skin i could curl myself into a ball and roll i could be your bowling ball rolling going knocking down all your pins your fingers in and letting out inside my cold dark skin i could curl myself into a ball and sail i could be your baseball sailing flying being caught in your glove resting inside your leather bed feeling it on my scuffed white skin i could curl myself into a ball and cruise i could be your soccer ball cruising dropping kicked all over your field letting your feet send me bruise my cool contrasting skin slap me, go inside me, throw me, kick me we can win if you pick me, if you choose me you will lose if you try without me - -- "there's a river of people that runs past my eyes and it's beautiful enough just to watch it go by" - -ani difranco ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 9 May 2000 19:46:14 -0500 From: zerocool@sunlink.net (Niki) Subject: ET: stop it joe okay, in case you didn't read all of court's poem...yes POEM...you would realize that it was more than just those three lines... maybe the first three lines-by themselves-wasn't a poem...but if you put them all together it's a POOOOOOEEEEEEEEMMMM. Umm I'm getting pretty tired of you bashing everyone on the list... And what Court said about her b/f treating her different because of how she's dressing-she didn't ask for your opinion or a smart comment for that matter... I'd be pretty upset if my boyfriend started treating me different based on some superficial minor detail... it wasn't about her dressing goth.. it was about him treating her different... GROW UP Niki ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #192 **********************************