From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #343 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, October 6 2000 Volume 03 : Number 343 * 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: Give me some time(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: Why me, Ophelia?(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" ] ET: Angellic apathy and Homelessness(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Give me some time(poem) Hey peoples, I wrote this poem this morning but things are sorta cool now. I wrote another one tonight after midnight about something totally unrelated too. If you have any questions, comments, etc., let me know and I'll have a most excellent Day!! :o) -Seth ======================================================== Give me some time by Seth D. Fulmer 10-4-00 Perfection exists for you and for me It's a dream You see through my shell But don't do a thing The guts of my being The methods to my insanity You know how I think girl Yet you don't fear a thing This is totally new for me Most others have been afraid of what knowing more might do and how to handle what I think I wonder what you know of me and how to best protect myself like a child to his parent when he's done pot and they don't know it Not that I deceive people but I prefer the ability of privacy And at the very same time I like the fact that you can see me Not many people can see me like that and those that can are scared of me They say I'm wierd and not for them like an angel in a sea of demons Give me some time please and let me have time I'm scared to death of getting hurt I'd like to believe that I can fall again But part of me still wants my blanket I rarely do run away from anything, but I really don't want to scare you The last time things went fast, they crashed to the ground I like to feel in control, even if I'm not, true to say and if you control how I think, please make it go slow or tell me Speed is not really so bad though, I think but if I don't have a speedometer to see I feel sometimes like I'm going too fast when all the snails around me are honking ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 05 Oct 2000 01:42:43 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Why me, Ophelia?(poem) Hey everyone, As most of you know, I have my dream woman, named Ophelia(used to be named Deana but changed names) that has come to visit me at night to like listen to me babble, and kiss me and tell me I'm "nothing less than beautiful"(Jewel, "Angel Standing By"). Well, I was laying in bed and imagined her show up again. She hardly ever shows up anymore, but when I need absolutely someone to talk to, she's there. I think she's just like my "feminine side" as some would say lol :) But this is about nobody in general..just a fictional creation that my mind created lol :) But anyhow, Here's the poem...Any questions, comments, etc are welcome and I'll take care of removing anyone that lets me know about it :) Take cares and Have a most fantastic day :):) -Seth ==================================================== Why me, Ophelia? by Seth D. Fulmer 10-5-00 You rise to the top while I'm sitting down playing with the rose petals, letting the butterflies frolick I kiss a picture frame with a picture of myself inside I take the photo out then and I proceed to eat the photo live I become sick to my stomach, for I feel like I've just hurt myself The angels with their fluffy wings all help me feel all better again They live so far away from me They're young, and yet so smart I love them all without withholding a single thought or emotion from them But then again I don't need to do so I just look at them and they know just what I feel and what is going on From the bottom of my heart and soul Then You Ophelia, show up again girl You say nothing at all, but you're fine You kiss my wounds and lay next to me just listening to me talk about my life I want to know what inspires you darling Why you are so fond of being with me You're a goddess, maybe just an angel, or just a big dream;Why me!? Oh Why me!? ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 05 Oct 2000 08:47:38 -0400 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Angellic apathy and Homelessness(poem) Hey there, I was thinking this morning and wrote this little poem. Comments and Questions can be directed to me as wanted. If you don't want my poems, let me know. Take cares and Have a Great Day!! :o) -Seth ============================================================ Angellic apathy and Homelessness by Seth D. Fulmer 10-5-00 Satan's glory mixed with a smile An angel's shredded wings on its lap Does he love you or Is he a fool Was he the Christ or just knew his stuff A little bit of loneliness filled with joy You say you're into the world of us princes Are you into us, or Are you just jealous? of the pleasure we empower, when we talk to you I won't deny it, You're heaven on hot wheels Little Gabriella, did you have to spill that milk? Your mommy said it's nothing to worry about but I say there's more to it than spilled milk Fire with a wand of power, a gemstone filled with luck I call you up to say I'm sorry that I didn't call earlier But you just called me yesterday, no twenty-four hours ago So what, I think I'm falling into a spell of many colors My shield is breaking, into a prism; The colors so organized are chaotic From Red and Blue and Green and Yellow they turn Marroon, Aquamarine, and Vertigo Vertigo you ask, but what is that? It's the kind of color that's simple but if you look at it another way than that It makes you think you're going dizzy. But what if I don't want that? What if I'm fine I'm just a little romantic girl with a mind of a child I've been beaten up, and abused; my soul's been destroyed I was once an adult, but then he made that choice The choice of a millenium, to love her or leave her Why can't he just be a friend like everyone else? The choice is yours, not his or anyone else For he has control, but he doesn't abuse it Little does one know though that angels don't really fall Those mortal men and mortal though descend until in hell For beating up an angel's heart and throwing it into the gutter Is worse than having your heart ripped out without removing love I don't care angel, and yet I do though if we go further yet, or stay as mere mortals That world still burns for me, so I'd rather stay here until the time that we're both ready to don our wings to fly ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #343 **********************************