POETIC REVIVAL

Mothers,  don't tell your sons to be soldiers when they grow, Fathers,  don't ask your sons to pick up your gun, To fight your wars, They don't want to inherit your enemies. Stop the cycle End the killing Much blood has been shed by now. Teach your children that we are one Teach them to share this Earth, Be tolerant and compassionate  So they learn to do the same For their fellow human beings, Teach them respect for life. Love them so they can love themselves And others. We don't need more martyrs There is no glory in martyrdom anymore. Armine Amirian Zohrabian March 03, 2013 There is no glory in martyrdom anymore

Could I be a tree? To stand silently, My roots drinking life, In the dark damp earth. Just an eyewitness? Showing no passion? Swaying in the wind Bending to and fro in assent or dissent? Would I be happy just to look majestic? Bare my branches and soul every autumn? Could I be a swallow flying high? Making a new nest each spring? To leave it empty and broken each fall? Teaching my offspring to fly To never see them again? Could I be a river, twisting and turning? Around each rock, each mountain? Rushing to the sea to become whole And loose myself? I am a tree, A swallow, A river. I bare my soul in the winter of life Rushing to the abyss Losing love, losing myself To become one with nature… Armine Amirian Zohrabian February 21, 2013

You came back again, what shall I do? I’ve loved your spirit so, You've bound me with your endless gaze And enchanted me with your allure. I loved you for so very long, And secretly cried for you, Love you? Love you to what end? My eyes are misty even now. You don’t know what to do, who to love You’re wild, a wild heavenly girl I loved you like a crazy fool But I never had love from you You’re crazy, a crazy girl, but now You’ve come back again, what shall I do? I’ve become an unwilling crazy too. I'll love you again, what else can I do? My eyes are still drowned in tears. Lyrics by: Dev Music by: Nicole Galanderian Translated from Armenian by: Armine Amirian Zohrabian February 20, 2013

Kiss me, Kiss me for one last time. God keep you unharmed I’m going to my destiny.  Our spring has passed, What‘s past is past. I’m going in search of fate Into the storms Risking life Through the tempest I’ll go. I have a tryst At midnight With my lover To set ablaze the mountain tops. I will journey this dark night Will pass many dark roads. Look my blossom Don’t mourn for me. Beautiful girl, I will be your guest tonight I’ll be with you So you can put your lips on mine.   bewitching  girl, The spark in your eyes, The tears in your eyes Will light my way tonight. Kiss me Kiss me one last time. Translated from Farsi By Armine Amirian Zohrabian

Be fearful of black eyes They are an endless night,  Dark is terror, full of demons, Don’t love black eyes. Look, my heart is a sea of blood, Demons struck a blow, From then on, I have no peace, Don’t love black eyes.  Poem by: Av. Isahakian Translated from Armenian By: Armine Amirian Zohrabian January 29, 2013

To forget to forget everything,  To forget everyone,  Not to love, not to think, no regrets  get away... This tormenting, oppressive pain  In such unlit night  Is there a dusk of oblivion?  A golden ray of light?  Leave everyone one moment,  And forget all of them  In darkness, in pain,  paralyzed All alone...  To forget  to forget everything  And forget everyone  Not to love, to hunger, nor to dream And just leave... Poem by Vahan Derian 1908 Translated from Armenian  by Armine Amirian Zohrabian January 27, 2013

I love your guilty profound eyes Mysterious like the night, Your guilty, secretive dark eyes Like an enchanting dusk. Sin quivers in that endless sea Like a springtime night, In your eyes a tender memory Intoxication’s golden dust. A silent beacon to the lost Your soul torturing eyes, Your vampy savage eyes I love Like a spring twilight. Poem by Vahan Derian 1904-1905 Translated by: Armine Amirian Zohrabian January 21, 2013

I don’t know where the distant Ribbons of myriad roads will take me, I sit by the path every day And pray, and grieve for you. And in my wonderings, who knows, Perhaps one day you’ll appear luminous, Perhaps you’ll smile with silvery words And shine a light of joy on my darkness. The snakelike twisted far away The multitude of roads call me. Where are you mystical sunrise, When we meet again one brilliant day. Written by Vahan Derian 1908 Translated from Armenian By: Armine Amirian Zohrabian January 18, 2013

We stand, quivering Facing the winds Our defense Our branches Flexible, spreading Raised to the heavens. Our hard trunks Gnarled with age Scarred, bent. We bow to life's Relentless lashing Swiping the ground Like Weeping Willows Begging the gods For mercy. We endure We break We lose limbs Yet we stand  Come rain Hurricane Lightening We stand facing the winds 

A new planet was discovered It's not close, they never are I wish I could go there Make it my new home Just by myself All alone  In a planet like Earth No other human beings No other beings No countries No wars Just me No worries No to do lists Just me Just to breathe Just to exist I wounder How would it feel    

You wanted me to believe in God You told me you love me Told me I've been punished For not believing You told me you love me  Yet you broke my heart. Would you come back to tell me What it's like?  Are you in heaven? Did you gaze upon your lost loves? Did they remember you? Do you think of me sometimes? Would you come back in a dream? As a spirit A phantom As a breeze A gust of wind? Come back and tell me Make me a believer Give me the light If you can, if you would, If there is God. 

Need to cleanse my life, Mind, Spirit. It’s time to end This aimlessness Senseless being Drifting Weightless Ungrounded life. I need to cast away the shadows The doubts The anguish. I need to open the windows Let the light in Embrace love, life, And redemption.

A small cell Dark, cold, bare… A small vent that lets a faint light in. A rumbling sound coming from far far away… Getting closer and closer Suddenly, A crashing BOOM A big bolder chokes the small hole Leaving only a sliver of light. The battering sound is deafening Rocks fall tumbling down Utterly closing the vent.   And then There is total darkness… Dirt pours in filling every craves The air thick with dust. Suffocation is slow, numbing,  Clouding the mind… There is nothing to see, To breathe, To think. Death comes As a last peaceful blessing.           

Life If life throws punches at you, You spring back up if you are grounded   If the winds of fortune blow you off course You find your way if you have a goal   You find the truth amid the lies if you have never been lied to You forgive easily if you have known forgiveness You take the high road when people are petty When you know benevolence You love all people if you are loved. But sometimes you want to stay down and cry And sometimes you want to stay lost Sometimes you believe the lies because the truth hurts Often it’s hard to forgive evil When hurt by petty you sink down low to hurt back And some people just don’t deserve to be loved I’m tired of standing up Of choosing the righteous path I want to forget reality and escape to a fantasy world I want to strike back like a venomous snake To punch below the belt And show my hatred to those who deserve

SUPER NOVA You came on the wings of an angel Soft, pink, and lovely   Your big dark eyes wise Your innocent smile knowing. You filled our hearts with unimaginable Tenderness and love. Your little perfect hands reaching For our fingers to grasp. You slept on our breasts trusting We won’t move until you wake.   You came to bring us giggles That resonates like bells. You brought sunshine to all our days. You love with  abundance And we go wild with happiness. We orbit around you Like you are the Sun.             You are a blessing We dare we deserve. You have become the air We need to breathe. You are life You are light You are love…

I was falling falling in darkness falling in slow motion there was utter loneliness nothing but the darkest dark darkness and cold and I was falling  It may have been a nightmare I don't know there was no end to the fall to the darkness it could have been a few moments but I felt that I had been falling all my life blackness was all I could see There was nothing before that I felt that there would be nothing after Maybe this is what death is like Maybe.

Me a little girl of seven My little brother three and a half sitting on two small chairs by the window looking up to the sky It's snowing. we stare and stare until we feel we are going up up up into the white sky. the snow is falling we are rising we are on our way to a distant planet. we are giddy  holding hands  but we won't stop staring we must have known that if we stop our gaze we will fall down down to earth. holding hands happy staring at the snowing sky.      

I miss you mom. It's been too long  You don't even come to my dreams. Were you simply too tired? Are you happy now that you are gone? I want to remember you happy With your blue eyes smiling like when I came to visit When you had bought something pretty. Did I tell you that I loved you, enough? I hope you are with dad Is he making you laugh? Hope to see you again mom. I hope to see you again.

I ought to write something to express myself to write is to think thinking is what makes me feel human like I exist I should not ramble but that is all I have my mind, a jumble of incoherent thoughts I think of time, how fast it scape's I fear of dying with an unfinished life to die young is tragic but to die old, yet unlived is a catastrophe I measure life in accomplishments these days you can be nothing, short of brilliant in anything You cant just be good you have to be god even in madness you have to be spectacular you see, life is so difficult.

I don't want to be the person who is not happy unless she is miserable, don't want to feel like this at all, ever. Don't want to explain why I can't, I've done it too many times to me it's obvious to anyone who knows me it should be. I wonder how other people feel? normal people, do they think why they are here? what their purpose in life is? do they question their existence? do they constantly want to know if life is worth living? Or are they just enjoying the journey. Are their days filled with fun things to do places to go, people to see? How dose it feel not to think all the time not to question everything not to measure, to weigh, to compare try to find the good always careful not to hurt not to destroy, to pollute to alter try to create something beautiful, meaningful, lasting anything to breath deeply to breath and not smell despair how dose it feel?