From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #292 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, August 9 2000 Volume 03 : Number 292 * 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: new poem ["Claudia" ] ET: Wishing on a Star(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: ~You Called ["Sara" ] ET: ~an open letter to an ex-lover~ [shivergirl ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Tue, 8 Aug 2000 13:15:57 +0200 From: "Claudia" Subject: ET: new poem This a poem i wrote the other day during my short trip to Paris. It is written in french but after the original version you'll find a translation in english...let me know if you like it! A big hug to everybody and a kiss to my sweetie. Claudia *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* Lourds nuages dans un ciel étranger gonflé par le vent, fier et detaché. Dans la foule je ne suis qu'un ame incompris, une fleur à la merci d'un fleuve des sentiments. Yeux inconnus me regardent sans comprendre mes peines sans jouir de mon espoir. Ni les étoiles d'ivoire ni la lune d'argent peuvent remplir le vide dans mon coeur et en écoutant la secrete poésie que ce ciel misterieux chante chaque nuit pour les amantes qui ont la pluie dans leur coeurs je reve le sourire de mom ange. J'ai besoin de sa douce lumière pour retrouver le bonheur, j'ai besoin de la chaleur de ses bras pour me sentir vive et oublier le froid de ma solitude, j'ai besoin de sentir le paradis dans sa voix pour abandoner l'enfer qui m'appelle et m'attende chaque nuit dans la douleur de ma tristesse. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* English version Heavy clouds in a stranger sky blown up by the wind, proud and distant. In the crowd i'm nothing but a misunderstood soul, a flower at the mercy of a river of feelings. Unknown eyes look at me without understanding my pain without delighting in my hope. Neither the ivory stars nor the silver moon can fill the emptiness in my heart and listening to the secret poetry this mysterious sky sings every night for the lovers who have the rain in their hearts i dream of my angel's smile. I need his sweet light to find happiness again, i need the warmth of his arms to feel alive and forget the cold of my loneliness, i need to feel paradise in his voice to leave the hell that calls me and waits for me every night in the pain of my sadness. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~Love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking together in the same direction.~ - - Antoine de Saint-Exupéry ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2000 09:51:20 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Wishing on a Star(poem) Hey everyone, I wrote this last evening quite early but didn't wanna send it...sorta feel bad about imburdening people with my feelings and dreams. If you don't wanna hear it, let me know and simple as that I won't send it to you. Please though, I guess I'm also asking that if you still want to hear my thoughts, dreams, feelings(i.e..my poetry), please tell me also to reassure me :) Also, I wanted to ask...those of you who know me...Do you consider me a loyal, honest, kind, sweet person...or would you say I'm rash, rude, possessive, and dishonest?(or a combination) Please be honest :) Thank you very much! Here's the poem and as always comments and all that are welcome too, even if you don't know me too well...Take cares and Have a Great Day!! :o) -Seth ============================================ Wishing on a Star by Seth D. Fulmer 8/7/00 Can you wish upon a star, kind sir? or is it just a foolish loveprank? if so, would you wish upon one for me? My heart has fallen deep in love When we last spoke, I never really parted even though she may have in her mind The distance is troublesome, like from here to the sky I love her more than one can imagine I'd really do anything for her so can you help me kind sir? We need to wish on this star together for her to hear me, and see me, and feel me and then perhaps we can talk dreams like tomorrow or next year or several years from now in the future when Cherubs and Seraphim dance in the stars and She and I can swim with the mermaids Love is better than marmelaide jam sweeter than honey, sugar, even peanut butter Missing her is sour like lemons or grapefruit Its juices sting deep down into my soul It makes me see images, and hallucinate so vividly I saw her last night in my dream I swear She kissed me but then she did all but disappear all I could do was focus on her sweet voice Kind miss, in the red dress, and the little blue hairtie would you help me please search for my honey She went off alone and I have yet to find her She's so beautiful if you saw her you'd know it Her voice is so lovely, her face like a chinadoll My baby could make anyone nice just from smiling I love her so much, I'd do anything to find her I'd wish on a star, I'd even run up there quickly with a flashlight and search from it for her and ask the constellations and the whole Milky Way What can I do for you? I'd travel the world just to see my darling, for but a second or a heartbeat The writing on the wall says she's not coming back to me The laughter in the sea shells tell me I'm a fool for the gods Prove me wrong miss, please help me find her Please don't let me turn into a love fool I await for the day that she kisses me sweetly and makes me feel like I've been to her nothing but a gentleman ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 08 Aug 2000 07:52:03 -0700 From: "Sara" Subject: ET: ~You Called Brand New poem! Just writen. All advice is welcome, as usual ~smile~ ~You Called~ I saw the light. My heart caught in my throat and would not resend because it feels more wants more and over powers the brain. it over powers the brain? why does it risk the pain? Would the joy be that great? Yes, It would. It would be, and it was. it was. You called. You finally called. and oh how I love the sound of your voice. though your message is brief I felt your presance your very presance and I was warmed immediately The blood began to flow again my blood Through my vains and I felt joy again real joy! Life! I felt my life, the very essance of my life and my hope for the future is renewed. I have hope I have Joy more than ever before as a brick of my fall hits the floor I have just stepped in too deep. My brain has glimpced the pain of tomorrow but my heart wants the joy of today. and over powers the brain? yes over powers the brain why does it risk the pain? Would the joy be that great? Yes, It would. It would be, and it will. I hope and I must call you back Immediately. - --- "Jesus what would you do? 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