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To Remember We survived those days, it seems by floating high ~suz~
Memini Dies iam ut videtur exsuperavimus hosce, ~susana~
Song of Exile
I've been wand'rin round this land
Oh how I long to bow before the King
I'm weak and heavy laden,
Could it be that I might bow before the King?
I was afraid to catch his eye
And so I bowed before my King
I'm out of Babylon...
God bless Babylon.
~suz~
After a while, you learn the subtle difference
And you learn that love doesn't mean leaning
And you begin to learn that kisses aren't contracts
And you begin to accept your defeats
With the grace of a woman, not the grief of a child.
Because tomorrow's ground is too uncertain for plans,
And after a while, you learn
So you plant your own garden and decorate your own soul,
And you learn that you really can endure...
Veronica A. Shoffstall
My small and frail body, exhausted from the flight,
He left me there, on the bed to rest,
I stirred at his absence, and summoned my body to wake
He stood at the rail, looking out into the darkness.
"Daddy--" I said, "the wind is warm."
He looked at me with a charming grin and gallant eyes
"Daughter--" said he, "that's how the wind blows in Hawaii."
~suz~
I gave you my warmest kisses
I told you all my secrets
I held you in my arms
I remember hot summer days
I sang to you and read to you
so where is my song
I think of all the sweetness
now who do I go to
why do you watch me cry
I miss him so very much
Where did you go
Hold my hand
~~Semra Gunning
My bemoaned spirit wails and clouds with gray
All men have purpose to fulfill, they say
The darkness presses on me as I lay
I despise those who've brought me to this way
I once had dreams and Love, and life was gay
Death's a blasphemous thing for which to pray --
~suz~
On vagabond love that wanders unsecured--
Too free to be defined--and fostered by
Phantom kisses spoken in a simple word.
A love so real yet fueled by fantasy
And haunted by the scars of past heartache
Left us wondering which way to run from destiny--
But still you abide in my dreams by no mistake.
Such beauty! We're blessed our paths ever crossed.
Now the sand runs low and flows like bitter wine:
Choking on its grains, pretending nothing's lost,
Our emblazoned hearts revealed as genuine.
Remember this, dear friend--for forever shall you be--
You are nothing less than a scared soul to me.
July 2001
vago qui passim palatur volitantes amore
umbraceis et alito suavibus una sicuti voce,
nimium etiam quin explicetur liberiore.
Hic tam candidus amor qui somnis fovetur
est autem et praeteriti doloris plagis inquietatus
admirantes tandem reliquit quo nobis fato profugitetur
meis huc usque in somniis restas inviolatus.
Qualis proinde decor: nos qui obviam iverimus beamur:
sed nunc vastae effluent arenae; acre effluet merum:
quarum particulis stangulamur qui nihil perditum arbitramur
nostrum quoad corculum revelabitur verum.
Quod autem omne, carissime, tantum memento:
Nihil tua aliud mihi amatius quam anima esto.
mensis Iulius
for oh so long a time.
Don't member what it's like to breathe fresh air.
Feet scourged upon the bitter sand,
I'm prayin for a sign.
Don't know what it's like to belong somewhere.
and kiss the golden shore of Zion.
I long to lift my voice and sing
but I'm bound to this place by a ball and chain...
here in Babylon.
can't carry on no more,
and fallin to my knees I lament my strife.
But then my cries were fadin
and that sea began to roar...
lookin up I saw him there, the Way the Truth and the Life.
Could I kiss the golden shore of Zion?
Could I lift my voice and sing
praise as all my stains wash clean?
Could this be the end of Babylon?
but he wasn't scared of me.
And reachin out his arms he pulled me near.
I started askin why,
didn't know how this could be.
He shhed me and said softly, "Have no fear."
and I kissed the golden shore of Zion!
I lifted my voice to sing
as the tears washed away in a warm spring rain...
far away from Babylon.
Easter 2001
Between holding a hand and chaining a soul,
And company doesn't mean security,
And presents aren't promises,
With your head up and your eyes open,
And learn to build all your roads on today
And futures have a way of falling down in midflight.
That even sunshine burns if you get to much.
Instead of waiting for someone to bring you flowers.
That you really are strong
And you really do have worth
And you learn...
With every goodbye, you learn.
draped across his suitcase
as he pulled me to our room on the eighth floor.
and quietly slipped outside.
as I stumbled out the door after him.
It was a mysterious place to me, and
I could only imagine what it looked like.
I could hear the crashing of waves and the rustling of palms
and I smelled the salty sea air
and felt a mighty but unfamiliar wind
blowing my hair and tugging at my clothes.
and slowly turned his eyes back toward the noisy blackness.
and shared my most cherished thoughts
I gave up my heart
and trusted that you would never make it stop
and gave you those sacred words
I forgave you endless times
even when it really hurt
as you cried into my lap
I tryed to dry your tears
and kiss then all away
after a long days work
I would give you a free snocone
and listen to your day
I wrote to you and listened too
and once when you were sick
I even made you chicken soup
and my hot bowl of soup
were is my book and
those arms I need so much
but all I see is the unkind words
was it all just a sugar coded
fantasie that you wanted to rip away
when you broke my heart in two
what is this sad and lonely
girl going to do
why is my mascara running down
from my sad and lonely eyes
where is that boy that use to dry my tears
I miss his soft and kind touch
I miss his gentle words
I miss my Josh
Why did you leave
Why can't you just love me still
Why can't you grant my one and simple wish
Pick up my heart
Dry my tears
and let me love you again
I've now lost all the goodness and the light.
I hope never to wake this coming day.
Oh, how it seemed so clear when all was bright!
My bemoaned spirit wails, and clouds with gray.
Waiting for suffocation by the night --
I hope never to wake this coming day.
I cannot help but lurch at them in spite.
My bemoaned spirit wails, and clouds with gray.
But dreams, Loves passed away before my sight --
I hope never to wake this coming day.
What matter is it since my love's ta'en flight?
My bemoaned spirit wails and clouds with gray,
I hope never to wake this coming day.