où sont les Arméniens ?
à la guerre ou sur le front
je les aime, les Arméniens
mais ils y laissent leur vie
et leur pays
et mon cœur aussi

ils sont où, les Arméniens ?
jamais je ne me lasserai de leur lavash
de leur gata et de leur kilikia
je les aime, les Arméniens
avec leur gilets militaire
je ressens de la profonde peine
ça me prend à l'intérieur des tripes
et le moindre bruit me fait sursauter

ils fuient, les Arméniens ?
me laissant seul à l'abandon
dans les villages et les ladas à l'abandon
même aznavour est parti
rejoignant les soldats perdus

le sourire des Arméniens
il me fait chaud à l'intérieur du cœur
mais mal.
mes Arméniens, ils le perdent, l'espoir
j'ai mal.
et pourtant, je tiendrai bon. jusqu'au bout
avec Vous

il y a ceux qui cuisinent
ceux qui font du jardinage
ceux qui se tuent à la tâche
ceux qui ne font rien et se plaignent pourtant
la plupart se plaint de toute manière
il y a ceux qui survivent simplement
et ceux qui vivent impunément
tous veulent laisser une trace
—
et puis il y a moi,
qui ne recherche aucune reconnaissance
j'explore et c'est tout
je déplace mon corps et j'apprends
j'apprends constamment
et je vois que la vie peut vite être banale
ils se lèvent tous les jours à la même heure et dorment,
le week-end
boivent pour s'évader
et il y a ceux qui prennent soin de leur santé,
au quotidien
je les admire.
puis il y a ceux qui se cherchent et ne se trouvent pas
et les autres qui s'échappent
dans les films, la musique
et le retour à la vraie vie est une,
claque.
une grosse claque.
alors j'ai réfléchi dans le train
en regardant les montagnes qui s'effacent dans la brume de février
que vais-je laisser derrière ?
si même les histoires que je raconte partiront avec moi
—
mais surtout, et maintenant ?

wrestlemania

traveled cross country,
wrestling with extended
celebration and an
unexpected death;
the body maladjusts,
only to be disrupted
when time zones reset,
hard a-heels upon return,
packing up again for a
sacred pilgrimage
to a summer place
of sheltering, where poems
grow and dangle like participles
from local fruit farms, one
need only pluck and taste,
attach your moniker
and then feed them to the
joggers & walkers running past

send them all on their voyages,
hopefully protected from
travel disorientation and the
cycle of rebirth

with luck, bits and pieces of me
will accompany said word whispers,
them shreds and shards
requiring healing,
or just pruning,  
exiting old words,
fresh fruit berries,
roadside acquisitions  to b
carry me stained & strained
& happy new travels o‘er
this fruited plain

When I met you, it felt like a dream come true,
Finally met the coffee that’s my kind of brew,
The type of someone who’s my style,
In tea, you’re my chamomile.

Entering your ship was the best,
I can feel my heart finally at rest,
Watching the sea looked serene and still,
See with you, that’s how my soul feels.

The waves became unpredictable,
Accurate leeward was impossible,
Some parts of you were locked in the fo’c’sle,
Hence, I must learn how to drive this vessel.

Captain, without you the ship isn’t stable,
You’re safe inside while me outside, struggle,
You have your priorities, I don’t want to interfere,
But hope you’ll be with me ‘til the storm clears.

Maybe it’s not safe being with you,
Entering your ship wasn’t the right thing to do,
My decision is still clouded with fear,
Should I just jump or stay with you here?

Sometimes the journey feels too long, too hard or too risky, but in our toughest moments we find impossible, incredible and unimaginable strength!  Trust that you will make it through! Always remember that light can only shine its brightest in the darkest of nights. Storms are temporary but strength can last forever 🤍.

Accomplishment
Milestones
Completion...of a step

What does it mean to be done
Is there such a thing?

Sometimes the moment of doneness passes by
                 Invisible
Revealed only in hindsight

Savor the moments
Of completion
Accomplishment
Being done

Even if only of this step

The best laid plans can always go awry
So celebrate along the way

Celebrate the effort
The intention
The support you receive

Doneness as you expected may never come to pass
If it does
You will more concretely see
                                                    all the steps it took to get there

Either way
We all benefit
From celebrating milestones
All the steps along the way

Whether that means dreaming an idea
Or completing a voyage
Across a sea
Intact

"LEANING ON YOUR SHOULDER."

I don't mind how
many times I'm
going to bid you
goodnight tonight.
But no matter
how many time,
I'd still keep
saying it, telling
you goodnight.
Because you'll
always have a
good night.
Darky starry
night leaning
on her
shoulder, singing
sweet songs
through the back
of thee ear
along with
the bird night.
Lullaby for
a princess. It's
me and you
tonight locked
in affection,
exodus
(departure) is
evil, wish it's
a lifetime
Pathos. In mine
heart I hold
you close. Thy love
grew a shield-tree
upon the surface
of mine heart,
under which I
abide and its
fruit indemnity
and gratify me.
Sometimes I
wonder how
beauty heaven
is having bestowed
His angel
unto the earth and
that angel I have found, and is
you my girl.
#C9_fm

Existence is an ocean."



The body is a vessel, this life is a sea.

God brings the winds that fill its sails,

But it's captain is only me.

Other ships may come and fire against us

My crew may plot a mutiny,

If succeed they do, and if I lose

My ship goes down with me.



No one else will tell me how,

Or why, or what, or when.

Till the sea swallows us up,

And it's waters birth us anew.

Till I say good bye, the final time,

And sail those seas again.