From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V3 #368 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, November 1 2000 Volume 03 : Number 368 * 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: Battle in the Midst of Pain(poem) ["Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: Battle in the Midst of Pain(poem) Hey there everyone, Last night I had a headache that just kept getting worse and well when I have a headache(particularly in the frontal region), my thought process gets messed up. Plus, listening to Sarah McLachlan doesn't help. So here's a note for me..when I have a headache don't listen to Sarah McLachlan, Fiona Apple, or Natalie Imbruglia because it'll make messed up lol :) But anyhow, I got up and wrote with pen and paper this poem. I was just feeling like a complete failure last night and doubting myself. I am quite better this morning though. The title might be bad but I dunno. If you don't want my poems, let me know and I won't send them to you anymore. Also any comments, questions, etc. are welcome but not required. Take care and Have a Great Day! :o) -Seth ======================================================== Battle in the Midst of Pain by Seth D. Fulmer 10-30-00 I wish to cry but why should I do so for what reason than none other than I feel so damn inclined The feelings rush forth and the emotions come from nowhere I feel so damn pathetic tonight the low feeling in my heart is strong But what can I do but sit here The stars in the sky don't do much I listen to music happy as day but what can music bring me that my own conscience can't bring me Perhaps it's the pain in my head Perhaps it's just demons waging war A single couple walks on by my house I see her yell something with a gesture He throws a bag down at her feet then as all hell breaks loose; then they walk free I hate to see fighting, and I hate to feel it The war within my heart fires the cannon but nothing comes out but empty smoke and scars I feel sick and my head is pounding away I want to cry but maybe I should just shout so loud that the aliens orbiting the moon can clearly make out to the sound of my scream But they call it music, what is wrong with them I change my voice to sound like a siren shrill then people around here grow weary of my being Love and Hate, Fear and Volition; Emotions coming from nowhere at all I bring forth now this circle of power The energy from the earth is now in me Help me Venus, and now help me Bast Help me Pluto, my shield is quite strong Take me on a tour of the possibilities Will she make me hurt, Will I to her? Does this Crystal 8 ball really tell the truth? I sit here waiting with my tarot cards in one hand and long red candle in the other flaming away waiting for an answer, to whether pain is a good thing wanting to know how to interpret the future when in a way all I know is that I know nothing Am I destined for failure dear God Will I find myself a lonely little businessman programming away as a nerd at Microsoft drinking martinis at a bar and waiting for the devil going to school forever, failing my many courses kissing away a dream life of ecstasy and joyous feelings with a mansion and a wife, kids and more money than life I feel the exhaustion though but I fight it so bravely I grab my broad sword and shield myself from it The eye lids close, the muscles start to decline Will I wake in the morning with an answer or two Will there be gifts from you waiting for me when I wake What did I do wrong and when do I prosper God Something tells me I've had a good life but I just don't see it ------------------------------ Date: Tue, 31 Oct 2000 10:08:04 -0500 From: "Seth D. Fulmer" Subject: ET: The Poet Beggar in the Sand(poem) Hey all, I'm just going through some poems I found in my bookbag when looking for stuff this morning. I didn't think I sent this out. It's about nobody in particular...at least I don't think it was. Anyhow, there's a 2nd one coming shortly too. I hope you all enjoy it but if you don't that's fine. If you don't want my poems, let me know and I won't send them anymore :) -Seth ================================================================ The Poet Beggar in the Sand By Seth D. Fulmer August 4th, 2000 In the middle of the sands Of a desert far from here There lived a young poet beggar He begged for his food And he begged for his shelter And he begged most of all For someone to love him The young man lived every day Writing in the sand dunes All of his hopes and his dreams The desert did provide him More land than one could dream of And on that he did publish his poetry One day he did dream about A woman more beautiful than the gods She was an angel in every sense of the word So he wrote about her beauty For miles in the sand Until soon he found no more land but water "Welcome to heaven, my prince," a sign said and he heard; He asked who it was that spoke to him A woman spoke again and said, "Please don't fear me I'm an angel and would never hurt you." He said to her "Yeah right! You'll leave" As soon as the winds come as always They always take away my poems and dreams I have to start over each time and again If you're truly you, a kiss will tell me so And when she kissed him, he fainted to the ground The couple did marry And they lived many years In a house on the beach where they met One day however, a huge wave came by Washed her away from him forever Then the winds came to blow his dreams away He said he did know that This always would happen The gods up in the sky They hate him with a passion He yelled to the sky "Just leave me alone! I'm just a poet beggar; I'm not trying to hurt you ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V3 #368 **********************************