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eda-thoughts-digest       Friday, June 30 2000       Volume 03 : Number 250




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  ET: another short spit-it-out                           [RJonthego@aol.com]
  ET: written a week ago...                               [RJonthego@aol.com]

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Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 00:02:08 EDT
From: RJonthego@aol.com
Subject: ET: another short spit-it-out

you know how a bite
a poisounous one
stings
at first
two sharp holes
in your skin your blood your being
like you are being stabbed
and then
it numbs
and you think
your arm might fall off
because you can't
feel anything
nothing
at all.

~~~
roya

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Date: Thu, 29 Jun 2000 22:20:18 EDT
From: RJonthego@aol.com
Subject: ET: written a week ago...

Emptiness
filled with paint
and ink
is still
emptiness
How does it feel
to have tears singe
your eyes
- -but i forgot-
nothing matters except
your humor
and how funny she
thinks you are
i fill myself with
rules and analyzations
and for once
i think
your reply will fill me too
but it is emptier than my pen
i crumple it like i crumple
with nothing of substance
to stop
the crackling of paper and fire
designs in my eyes
you have me crumpled
and thrown inside
an otherwise empty
trashcan.

~~
~Swirling~
There is talking
 all around me, swirling
like the soda that
used to be in those cans
lying stranded along the pool.
Swirling and swirling
my mind on you
stinging like chlorine
with that ecstasy of water.
and i love
averagely
which wasn't enough for you
why is it that we're 
together best
when we're apart?
the music is swirling
under teh surface
of our intrapersonal relationships
it hurt, you hurt me
i was stinging, swirling
with my mind on you
my arms around you
in that intimacy i am not allowed
with you
unless
i'm swirling.

~~~

magnetic personality #1
smell the summer feet
bare boy under a sky
i recall aches, we
shake
together the never falls
in            purple sleep
like she shadow woman
sits,
vision raw.

Magnetic personality #2
why we did & who
and parted
winter will produce
none but her eternity
rip her
rob his power
stare our picture away
shine some diamond moments
chained in one wax love.
behind most wind
soars a void.

~~~

You knocked me off my trajectory
into the street
where i was blind
stuck trying to hear
your voice from the
mouth of the cave
your shadows are my reality
and i'm shadowboxing
with the headlights
with all of the reality
i have ever known
it was late, i was tired
and grateful for the dark
if truth is in the sunlight
i would rather not get burnt
lying on the highway
knocked off course
i am trying to remmeber good
but the scratches on my arms
hurt, truth in pain
for those that care.

~~~~
roya

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