From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #351 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 Saturday, October 14 2000 Volume 03 : Number 351 * 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: Leaves in the wind (poem) ["*~*~ Claudia ~*~*" ] ET: ~nightwalk, slight quivering but still~ ["marty" ] [none] ["John Turner" ] [none] ["John Turner" ] ET: still needs a title..err [DrkShadws85@aol.com] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 22:56:36 +0200 From: "*~*~ Claudia ~*~*" Subject: ET: Leaves in the wind (poem) Faded faces, fragments of memories behind me on the dusty way. They are all essential pieces of something i still need to comprehend. We live clinging to twinkles and hopes pretending not to see the darkness that surrounds us. We realize how heavy our chains are only when our dreams aren't strong enough to hide all the shadows we live with every day. Depression is awareness, blindness is protection. Everything around us tells us we are only leaves in the wind but i want to feel it, i want to let it blow through my hair, i want its breeze to stroke my skin and make me feel alive. So i let my life flow breathing pure hopes, feeding my soul with the secret poetry of this existence, finding relief in the arms of a cosmic consolation. *~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~* ~ Every day we starve while we eat white bread and beer instead of a handshake or hug ~ *Little sister* - Jewel ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 22:24:39 BST From: "John Turner" Subject: ET: Nothing Much Nothing Much Through the cold winters mornings empty streets and forgotten dreams two doves on the horizon, side by side celebrating each others company along this lonely path Houses slowly surrendering to trees country lanes giving way to landscaped lawns the pine, the maple, and the solitary willow standing alone waiting for a return, for some never to be An old building set in absolute isolation the remnants of a forgotten past secrets and mellow birds the melody of the blues a constant companion An emblem being sacrificed on the high alter her promise there for all to see prays duly answered as the emblem droops into the abyss the eerie quiet engulfing all To each there own small world a room with a view filled with trees and light the air so fresh and clean television the constant intrusion Armchairs filled with motionless people as they are severed with what they want and some times what they need by the usual suspects of irony and mirth © John D. Turner 2000 _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 23:32:03 +0200 From: "marty" Subject: ET: ~nightwalk, slight quivering but still~ * there was this one star oh, and an almost full moon pushed lightly his covers covered her upon these cosmic sheets shrouded in mysteries as she fell asleep there all the while moon kept vigil over this beauty dearest child his love the threes whispered in tune, your name all the while leaves all silent slight quivering but still attentively listening then a soughing agreement arise in cool breath of air silence revisits you really couldn't hear but an airplane maybe carrying a lover to his cherished dream just like me daydreaming moon across to her across farest distance oh beautiest of stars and of all the brightes.. t* ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 22:53:45 BST From: "John Turner" Subject: [none] The First Family of Melancholy The omnipresence of the blues sweeping through the generations our family and the emblem forever entwinded as Romeo and Juliet enshrined together for ever When did we join to the blues, that is a mystery did they come calling on us and did we answer was there a joining fee and a fancy ceremony answers all lost in the mystery of time but the fact that we joined the blues is there for all to see O for the joy of bad luck without which we would have none the stories from the past, the family of misfortune comedy and tragedy a way of life Distant people distant lives remembered as half truths and memories from both the distance and resent past The young man crushed to death between two railway cars, the women who dropped dead in church on a Sunday morning, the women who killed herself unable to face the future, on a cold January morning her future ending as her blood ran like the sands of time and the old women who died peacefully in her sleep The list of broken relationship, the many ex husbands and wives, the lost children, the lost childhoods and broken dreamspresent and future forever connected to the past in a way few could understand _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 23:07:22 BST From: "John Turner" Subject: [none] just a short one i wrote yesterday Promise of Afternoon How I love the afternoon so full of promise sitting and just being The short period when life seems to be real between the morning and the evening Where dreams live in the light and the open air of the city _________________________________________________________________________ Get Your Private, Free E-mail from MSN Hotmail at http://www.hotmail.com. Share information about yourself, create your own public profile at http://profiles.msn.com. ------------------------------ Date: Fri, 13 Oct 2000 20:47:42 EDT From: DrkShadws85@aol.com Subject: ET: still needs a title..err i lost my mind somewhere along point A and B and im losing my brain its falling apart and im ready to lay me down to sleep and cry the eternal tears that are more powerful in my mind than they are on the pillow pulling through isnt the option any more its a matter of getting up once im down im sorry that i caused you grief and i didnt want you to worry but i didnt know who else to tell no one else listens most of all no one else cares ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #351 **********************************