From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #203 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 Friday, May 19 2000 Volume 03 : Number 203 * 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: ~emotional, landscapes & warmth~ ["marty" ] ET: A whole new person(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: Futility of Life(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: inbetween dances [Naomi ] ET: Favorite ANWA Poems ["32 flavors \(and then some\)" ] ET: and i go on... [Katherine Alexandra ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 14:20:52 +0200 From: "marty" Subject: ET: ~emotional, landscapes & warmth~ ¤ emotions, my girl, makes me oh-so peaceful - that i could - at any time of the day; lay down for a moment of devotion, and get so drowsy thereof, of love, that i later found myself falling -- soft -- asleep... to a dream. oh yes; it goes far, far beyond all forms and messages and phonecalls and physical touch, cause in everything that we do; we are being two -- but still -- still as one. whenever my mind comes in lovely curls and purr in thoughts of Her, my woman; i am thinking, living, in a world of poetry. whenever i talk to God; i thank Him for Tara. everytime i think; i feel; it is as thought it was the first time, when we fell in love... Forever. ¤ may god be with you &blessed be your wings this saturday... some of us here pray for you, my lil tee* :) ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 09:09:53 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: A whole new person(poem) Hey there...another 2 poems...I'll send them separately though...Here's the first one. If you don't want my poems, just lemme know. Take cares and Have a Great Day!! :o) -Seth ======================================== A whole new person by Seth D. Fulmer 5-18-00 The car is lovely Why don't you just drive that beautiful set of wheels over my head while I sleep I loved you every second in my pathetic state of mind I thought of you as my heroine as my princess, my future wife Now I take a running jump into a sea of piranha fish I kiss, I hug, I try to lick an high voltage electric line Lots of love to you too as you move into your new apartment giving me that death glare when I'm going off to get a job You say that you weren't scowling that it was a look of concern You wanted to come say hello but your cousin's boyfriend turned you on Well spit in my face then, for I really won't care It's done and over with and I'm a whole new person ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 09:11:33 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Futility of Life(poem) Hey again, 2nd of the poems...again lemme know any changes you wish with regards to my poetry. Take cares and Have a Good Weekend -Seth ======================================== Futility of Life by Seth D. Fulmer 5-18-00 Why can't I leave? This world is so annoying lots of people crying to me saying I need some money when really they need some love Students failing classes Professors laughing horribly I try a few times to get the girl and she takes a few hits at me A little blue elf stands on one shoulder and says You're never gonna quit, yet the world will not either I sit through abuse, one time after the next failing quizzes and tests, making out with posters instead of girls Hell looks so appealing, Heaven is too arrogant They think they're goody two shoes What about me, who doesn't wear them I'd give anything to be abducted by aliens from another galaxy or even to have my own island where a forcefield separates me from the rest ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 15:59:40 -0700 (PDT) From: Naomi Subject: ET: inbetween dances just a few small things i messed around w/ last week, and a venting poem. nothing incredible. it's just all i have... haven't been writing much as of late :) hope you all are well, much love ~ nai - --- the smiling dude grins for me a moment and then he is gone. 5.7.00 - -- my arms hang limp beside always in the way, they hang wanting for a purpose 5.7.00 - -- I write a haiku because I like boxer shorts; tonight I hugged them all 5.7.00 - -- the man smiles blue she laughs at the thought of it; I always loved blue 5.7.00 - -- I think she likes the power I think she likes the control holding me in her posession- captive audiences help her breath- knowing I must remain before her she tells herself instead that I wish to hear her every woe-and believe you me, she has woes. i'm sorry i'm such a failure, she says. sorry I never do anything right. i'm sorry i'm such a miserable mother. and me... I sit here, sighing, unstirred cause you see, i've heard this song before and it fails to move me to any feeling no sympathy, no sadness except for when I rest, briefly, on the realization that I am numb- I feel nothing but disgust for her, her that birthed me... I wish it weren't so. ===== "What is Desire? Desire is... complicated. One person always wants the other person more." -VS __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send instant messages & get email alerts with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 20:53:27 -0400 From: "32 flavors \(and then some\)" Subject: ET: Favorite ANWA Poems I'm just bored and thought I'd share my favorites from ANWA.. And, as a side mental note, if Jewel hates being called by one name and only was Jewel in the record business because it would only fit on the POY cover, why didn't she put Jewel Kilcher on the cover of ANWA? Miracle - -- Listen! Do you hear it? I do. I can *feel* it. I expect a miracle is coming. It has set loose this restlessness inside of me. Expect it. Dream about it. Give birth to it in your being. Know! Something good is coming down the line. Finding its way to you like all things find their ways to god's children. Listen! God Exists Quietly - -- God exists quietly. When I sit still and contemplate the breeze that moves upon me I can hear Him. For hours I would lay flat upon the meadows stare at the endless field of blue sky and revel in the divine placement of all things. I would walk alone in the woods and let my mind wander freely, stumble across theories on the origins of myself and all things. In nature I knew all things had their place. None supreme, none insignificant and so great peace would come to me as I fit neatly in the folds between dawn and twilight. Living in sync with the rhythm of the earth, eating what we grew, warming ourselves by the coal fire, creating myself in the vast silence that existed between the wild mountains of Alaska and our front porch. I grew to love the Nature of god. I knew Him best not in churches, but alone with the sun shining on me through the trees It birthed a space in me that would continue to crave the sacred and demand sanctity as my life took flight and lit out to travel the world. It has grounded me and held me steady in the strong winds that have carried me so far from where I have been. Prayer is the greatest swiftest ship my heart could sail upon. Someone to Know Me - -- At first it seemed shocking but now the idea tickles my tongue. and intrigues my curiosity beyond the ability to rationalize or resist: I want to live with you! I want to wake each morning in your arms comforted by your oddness seduced by your knowledge of my ways. I want to care for you brush your hair put lotion on your scars and pet you at bedtime, watching your eyes close slow like a child's heavy with the thousand things that filled your day. I Keep Expecting You To - -- I keep expecting you to fade to wake up one morning and not care so I keep myself one carefully measured step away in anticipation of your love's decline so when your cheek turns and your attention wanders elsewhere my heart will not be left all awkward hanging from an elastic thread you forgot to pull off your old pair of socks for it's your nature to lose interest suddenly we are both artists who suck the marrow out of each lovely bone It just happens to be my lovely bones this time How Bare I'm Writing To Tell You - -- I'm writing this letter to tell you I don't love you anymore. I don't miss you. I never have. The truth is, I tried, but never found your adoration anything other than arduous, your niceties clichéd, your praise thoughtless, and it has become unbearably obvious that you love me with all the originality of romance novels; the manly man weakening the luscious flower. But do not be sad, nothing is lost, neither of us even loved the other truly-- you only thought you did and I only wanted to. I Am Patient - -- I am patient but do not push for it is silently my heart will break one night and with no words you will find me gone come morning Insecurity - -- you don't call I check again I become uneasy-- is this a frame? Suddenly I'm not so sure I check my sources each conversation becomes a crumb how easily I'm led how stupid I've been to believe you could be loving me you who can not be seduced by anything other than the temperance of need each one facilitating the next and suddenly I see my place the phone rings you say hello but I don't believe you I Guess What I Wanted Was - -- I guess what I wanted was to hear you'd stay with me always. I guess what I wanted was to see those hands vowing never to leave my own. I guess what I wanted was to know I am not loving in vain. Sometimes - -- Sometimes I feel my heart fall to vague depths between words there are such spaces that I can't help but feel my Heart fall between the pregnant pause of all you will not say and all I can not ask We Talk - -- We talk slowly about nothing about movies we stick to surface streets and find no meaning in café windows no substance in hotel rooms I used to unwrap you! tender layers unfolding like eager gold but now we are a cool and recount our daily bores as though the sum of our uses equaled something (more) substantial while softer things shrivel and dry roots go unfed strangled by the phone line and all that is not said Okay, I'm only half way through but I'm getting tired of typing.. I love this book dearly, I should read it more often.. I get that comfortable worn Jewel feeling I used to get all the time.. Scott [[maybe i'll be discovered, maybe i'll be colonized]] AOL IM - JewelDSL ... ICQ #63589535 Let Me Fly - A Jewel Fansite [http://altern.org/jewellmf] Little Plastic Pages [my personal page ... coming soon] ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 20:58:04 -0400 (EDT) From: courtney gordon Subject: ET: this is odd Okay, for the most part today was the exact opposite of what yesterday was. Serene and i are back on speaking terms, which is good i guess, and KEITH WRIGHT talked to me. :) And i actually got the balls to wave at him after school (surprising enough as it is) and then he waved back and said "see ya girl". :) And in Band, my teacher Miss Egan told me she's really happy i'm staying in band next year because i'm "turning into one hell of a snare player". :) Downside is Shelly wants to play snare on Pomp & Circumstance at Graduation. I wanted to play that though... But I'll get to play it next year, because I'll be a junior and so it will be my last year to be able to play at graduation. just thought i'd share that with yall. Court the angel who's still not going to the 311 concert, thus making her rip her hair out. "Life is a punchbowl, go ahead and spike it" Nick Hexum ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 18 May 2000 18:08:02 -0700 (PDT) From: Katherine Alexandra Subject: ET: and i go on... *yes i am meeting someone that i got a little things for from the net tomorrow. i'm surprising him actualy. he lives in canada. ugh. i'm nervous. wish me luck. THE HOURS IN BETWEEN the hours before meeting him are anxious ones and i can't believe that i am feeling this way towards a man that has never touched my hand i can't believe that i am naive enough to believe that i have seen into his soul, although his eyes are blind to me. and so i wait these hours in between wires and reality. and i wait to find if i had been mistaken *my little nephew was born on my birthday. my sister hasn't really been allowed back in my family for over 10 years now. i have been the one to push at her being accepted again. MAY 17 things turned around. everything went sour and then sweet and now i know that an angel was born. the choas of our problems, of our commitments never made, of the shining moments that we could have had...yet didn't. for some reason or another. bc of some battle never able to be won. we never held hands like a family should and now he has been born, on my birthday. somehow this makes me believe in some sort of miracle, that perhaps there is an order with things. this beautiful little newborn baby born the day i was, this bundle of joy and new opprotunities, bringing this mess of a family together. after all of my pushing for us to be one, he has been born. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Send instant messages & get email alerts with Yahoo! Messenger. http://im.yahoo.com/ ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #203 **********************************