From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #291 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 Tuesday, August 8 2000 Volume 03 : Number 291 * 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: A TransAngellic Dreamworld(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: something burning [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: more argument [RJonthego@aol.com] ET: the people (among others) [RJonthego@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Mon, 07 Aug 2000 00:24:54 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: A TransAngellic Dreamworld(poem) Hey all, Just thinking about stuff tonight...As Steph and most of you know, I'm quite wierd and my thoughts can go literally any direction at any time. I should go to bed now. Any questions can be directed to me, myself, or I...and if you don't wish to receive my poems, just lemme know and I won't send them to you anymore. I hope you all have a very Excellent Day tomorow and I'll talk to ya later :) -Seth ======================================================== A TransAngellic Dreamworld by Seth D. Fulmer 8-7-00 There's a city where the horizon meets the sunrise in a harmony Where I see an angel when I awake and an angel kisses me to sleep where little babies come from a beautiful mommy and that beautiful mommy is my baby Where people sit and stare at the sunset from their balcony late at night making out to the rhythm of their heartbeats as the fire crackles dimly in the distant camp circle roasting marshmellows and lighting kids firecrackers Lifting spirits, Eating up fears, making paranoias seem like a tease Giving me the courage to ask her to marry me not that I didn't have it but I love her so much That angel, that woman, that beautiful future mommy gives me every gift that heaven even can't foretell appearing in every dream, every time I close my eyes kissing me on my hand whenever I need her love Tonight in this dream though, she's not showing up I think I tired her out, She really needs a vacation now But where could one vacation than a world such as this? where angels fly through the skies with honor and true demons with horns and sin don't exist even in here I wish I could see a glimpse of what her dream world is like Do dragons fly through the sky, and do wizards cast love spells? Do gods and goddesses exist and do little unicorns graze? How many kisses and hugs do I give you when you sleep? Are they empty? Are they hollow? or Are they full of passion? When you kiss me, I feel no pain; I feel only life, your love, and free free to be myself, free to live; free to give you every gift that could ever be given I love you little angel, and I want to never part from you From most humans this would scare the daylights and wits You're but an angel though, and this doesn't seem to scare you though From myself and everyone in Heaven and Earth, I thank you so very much! and from myself I love you to no end; Forever and Ever I love you Stephany ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 01:29:09 EDT From: Tudegirl08@aol.com Subject: ET: Just some tid bit information Hey everyone..I also went to Jewel's concert this past Friday and it was awesome. She is looking better then ever and definately in shape I might add. I was right up in front snappin away pictures (that I got back today and are so incredible). Poltzies pic hit me in the forehead when he threw it out in the audience and I found it on the ground next to my foot once I realized what hit me! He was laughin at me..After the show I snuck backstage (just call me the dare devil angel) and I told him that I did keep it and he signed a cd cover I had of Spirit. Overall it was such a fun evening and I couldn't have asked for a better performance by the one and only. P.S. I got some great shots of Jewel on her cell to Ty...they're so cute. When she came on stage she was talking on her cell phone and asked for us all to yell hi to Ty then she asked him to hang on while she sang the first song. She then put her cell in her cleavage and sang Near You Always to open the show. :) Shelley ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 17:11:34 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: no substance and wet feet He is standing in the doorway with backlight he is black all silhouette I am no substance either and he has discovered it with a barb like a shooting cactus straight into the vulnerable truth I bleed red all over my face he can see it even though he has no eyes. ~~ I am spending too much time on the edge of the bathtub the water is like everything not hot not cold like my face my heart the air outside is dark and should be cooling I'm freezing and burning but still your words can't penetrate I can't hear you over the running water I have dreams of slipping and soothing behind the curtain so I can't see my reflection. ~~~ roya the inside out girl (curtis - for writing club) ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 07 Aug 2000 11:37:09 MDT From: "* armisia *" Subject: ET: Sex on the Beach =0) HeyLo AngeLs I saw a question about drinks...welllll...since I drink more than I should I happen to know the answer (at lest my interpitaion of such because some people mix the same things differently.) I mix it tequilla peach schnopps orange juice fruit punch you gotta get your own down because everyone likes them different strangths. I gotta nuther good drink for yah If you like to take shots (No one get offended by the name PLEEZE) Screaming Nazis half jager half peppermint 101 Youll love me for it =0) *hee hee hee* My personal fav is still a bottle of southern comfort and a bottle of apple pucker for a chaser =0) ANd a good gin and tonic THas me Have a day KerrY*bear The drunken fool of an angel grrl ________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 21:15:00 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: something burning the smell of something burning i think the tips of my hair will catch fire or at least the thin wings of those flies buzzing around knowing nothing will burn the light slants a two way highway onto the posterboard and i am staring at a screen fire up the back of my neck but i've been promising no more flames and i won't cough at smoke i won't dance around the ring i will stay back in the crowd avert my eyes i will not be captivated but i feel like any old warm day can burn me up now. ~~~ roya written in all of 30 seconds... (for writing club, curtis) ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 21:18:22 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: more argument more argument my sandals do nothing against the grass spiking my feet i think i can feel an allergy coming on maybe a reaction to the voices in the background underneath a street light a bat flies and there is a moment of unity i watch and wish and want i wish the air was cooler here at 9 oclock at night ~~~ sorry folks, i'd send them all in one email..except i didnt' think i was going to write another one till after i sent the last.... oh well :) roya ------------------------------ Date: Mon, 7 Aug 2000 21:34:03 EDT From: RJonthego@aol.com Subject: ET: the people (among others) the professionals must have long arms and armor because still, after this long, i can't hold myself away and she is quick to remind me of how little experience i have so maybe it comes later. with time. and practice. maybe you will grab on and i won't let go and my arms will stretch or maybe there is a machine i can rent that will scar my heart over and over till it is hard maybe someone could help me maybe i should ask a professional. ~~ the young man on the bus stop bench his back pack next to him - -it is black. i think it holds his walkman- is staring as his large feet in scuffed shoes i don't think he is thinking the deep thoughts he looks like he is pondering. but i could be wrong. ~~ nobody home except the crowd of people in the other room but they don't matter because i can't seem to matter as hard as i try their laughter fades into the lonely light of a computer screen and they disappear i am waiting for myself to fade into a blue white shadow i've got mail but there's nobody home. ~~ my friends down at the corner i can see her there i saw here up here, where i didn't think i'd see her i thought she was home or off camping, something but then i saw her and her friends, down at the corner cigarettes, backpacks, and then they turned around and i realized she was gone, still, somewhere and that i didn't know her from them. ~~ too soon i have to hear the news from her i'm not sure how malicious she would show if she was cut open but it stings just enough piling fire upon heat and tinder upon coals sharp little sticks that hurt, and grow heavy i cry - yet there is not enough water to put that fire out. ~~ the people there were two girls there you could tell they'd been to the beach the day before in light blue and green tank tops braids, with Sunin they played their guitars with crocheted straps and didn't turn around i wished i was a people like them they reminded me of sam and me, and singing, and i wondered which had the more dominant voice. they were both dressed in brown and they had the same cute bodies his was like he had been a small child and worked hard till he grew hers was petite and nurtured like she'd never seen a commercial both in brown and tan two people i saw the brown beams of light from his eyes to hers and then i saw her look away but he still watched and smiled i was glad i had a camera to try and capture two people ~~~ roya feeling inspired by Charles Bukowski (read "what matters most is how well you walk through the fire") (curtis - for writing club) ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #291 **********************************