Poetry...
On A Higher Level, We Meet
Bounded tight deeply within,
Bring on the Sermon, this congregation will sing.
Holding on with shaky tears,
Stinging emotions passed down through the years.
Making the best of what is provided,
Heart and soul as one, but the mind is divided.
Breaking the pain with a constant hope,
Heading on home, picking up the pieces and fragments of the family as we go.
Walking out and running,
Cease the fear and stop tremblin'.
Soon the gates will open and we'll be the chosen ones,
Shedding ragged clothes for "feathered arms",
Look how far we've come.
There's a silhouette that will visit us once in a while,
It's a new beginning when the thirst of serenity is being quenched with a drink from the Nile.
Look out yonder across this great everlasting sky,
Hands entwined in each other's, and watch as we begin to fly.
Flying amongst sugar coated blankets of clouds,
How fluffy and sweet,
Why it looks like I'm coming on home now…
On A Higher Level, We Meet…
- Amin Baibia (Spring '97)
REALITY
It was then that I finally knew
All the reasons why my heart was blue
I thought that I had let go
But with every day I seem to love you more
What joy does my sadness bring?
How many times must I heal my broken wing?
Could it be that I refuse to see
That our love will never be
I don't know why I hold on
I am inclined to believe that you are wrong
I have tried to refuse the passion I feel
But without your love I am just not real
You couldn't possibly be good for me
But you seem to be all that I need
My hear t still remains in little pieces
And my life is filled with meaningless faces
But today I make my decision to leave
I know you might not believe
In things that I say to you today
But to be happy I must go my own way.
- Solana Paloma (Fall '98)
UNDERSTAND ME PLEASE
There are certain things I just cannot understand
Like why you want to mess with my mind
The way I fell about your love
Can be changed only by the one above
Your love is like my water
With everything else I just don't bother
The thought of being without you
Makes my world turn blue
So many things I can't give
But it's important that you believe
That I love you no less
Just because I cannot give you sex
I refuse to accept lust
Just because I trust
That your love is STRONG
And will last L O N G
For now can you accept my mouth?
Or is that not enough
I cannot give you my innocence
Will you accept my presence?
Or are you not the man
That I thought would understand.
- Solana Paloma (Fall '98)