From: owner-eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org (eda-thoughts-digest) To: eda-thoughts-digest@smoe.org Subject: eda-thoughts-digest V5 #2 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, January 25 2002 Volume 05 : Number 002 * 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: ----------------- Re: ET: A first poem since summer [shiverflicka ] ET: ^^st. gerard's ward^^ ["shivergirl" ] ---------------------------------------------------------------------- Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 07:13:30 -0800 (PST) From: shiverflicka Subject: Re: ET: A first poem since summer congrats to dr. romeantic for this poem. i liked it a lot, great rhythm. hope everyone is well out there. will share soon. tara - --- "Mr. Moon" wrote: > Hi sweeties it's been awhile. > This is a poem for all those who feel bad that you > need to get the life > experience by screwing up in situations, positions, > relationships... because you > have no idea what to do or how to do it... and only > after auto pilot or outside > insturcutions gets you crashed and you blame > everything else... is when you > slowly start seeing the real picture... and then > sometime later it really hits > you... but maybe it's just distorted past that you > remember. > Anyways here it is... love to all. > > DROWNING MAN > > Enourmous rapture > In my belly > What is this force > That lures the feeling > Of lonelines > Out of me > > Is it the past's sugarcoated lemons > That your tongue is reminiscing > In ways that are nothing but sweet > As time has taken care of bitter and sour > And there is a point of view > That you could use > When the time was right > > Regrets are many > The haunting rare > But those sure scream loud > Inside my head > > Maybe it could've been different > If I knew what the hell I was doing > Perhaps a hand for me > That once > Above water > Unappriciated > Felt > The need to move on > And released the drowning man > That did not appear > Helpless > > My sorrow > Your gain > It's how it goes > Who did who a favor? > > That life you dreamed > Is forming around you > In baby steps > A wish after wish > Fantasy after fantasy > Smile after smile > And thuogh with a fair share of tears and misses > You deserve it all > > A life... > Perhaps > A hand... > I miss. > > 1:37 21.1.02 > > -- > Have fun and stay beautiful > > Dr. RomeAntic, an angel with the worst stroke of > luck and a flash > of revelation > > "I couldn't stop you crying > Or stop myself from fighting back > I tried but never hard enough > Don't you remember, love? > All by myself I can see it like it's right before > my eyes > By myself time goes by" > Black Lab Great stuff seeking new owners in Yahoo! Auctions! http://auctions.yahoo.com ------------------------------ Date: Thu, 24 Jan 2002 17:21:14 -0000 From: "shivergirl" Subject: ET: ^^st. gerard's ward^^ who knew hospital food could be good entombed in the Coombe well, i can safely say IV loses its novelty fairly quickly when the nurse fails to notice it has dropped dry and visitors are like hourly needles sometimes deserving of intrustion sometimes totally not worth the jabbing fleeting momentary high puncturing the peace relief a purple patch on the little province between my stomach and my thigh so i can sleep for an hour at a time waking up to pump more morphine into my own hand even though it is regulated the corridors are finally quiet and i twitch mildly, blissfully, medicinally waiting for breakfast to come by ------------------------------ End of eda-thoughts-digest V5 #2 ********************************