Wiersze - Serj Tankian strona 3

Compliment

Ostriches murmur in the sand,
Rhinos whine at night,
Owls growl at the nights' tragic mood,
Spitting into the crevices of
The damned bastard moon.
And you baby,
you suck a good dick.

Day or Night

Day or night,
To mock a killing bird,
In Racoon's Cabin, away, mi boys.
The infant waves of the serene lake,
Are like the crevices of my mind,
Splashing against the banks of my skull.
A hypnosis, of a sort,
Induced by the transcendental powers of nature.
And for one minute, she is still,
And refreshed anew.
The opposing currents of her tai chi like motions
Compel my eyes to where her surface.
Is the surface of my eyes,
Her waves, my tears,
Tears not shed for sorrow
But in realization of her awesome beauty.
The boats that sail by intesify her flow,
While still maintaining an ever so powerful stillness.
The rolling hills of her surface,
With armies of men on board,
Wheeling through time, going nowhere,
Remaining everywhere.
The keys of the piano were shaped in her salute,
Playing the waltz with her slow-quick, quick-slow motion.
Those that have forgotten how to breathe are her only
enemies,
Though she loves them alike,
In her true timeless nature.
My time here is sacred, pure.
And I am here to remain in the presence of her charm,
The present.

Days Inn

Days Inn, days out,
Success at the art of not competing,
But just being here !
The smoke of flowers
Disinfect our haunted spaces.
Aroma, amore.
Bring us more of that life we asekd for.
The phone rings in the ether,
And the responce is silence.
Our swift feet are dragged by
The wheels of modern man's
Self-justified industrial overload.
Our minds are distracted from living,
Making our lives unmemorable and stale.
Opportune appointments,
The shaman and his ointments,
Discovering that primal instincts
Cannot be traded with modern parapsychology
Or any other of man's new,
Scientific, dulled tools of backward progress.
The frozen lakes resembling celtic knots
Maze their way into our unrecovering consciousness.
When at peace, we war with our oars
At friendly beavers
Driving off our boats, at play.
Man is the self-centered,
Dull-perceptioned creature of existence.
It's time to balance our science
And minds, logic, with
The spirit-that-moves-through-all-things.

DEATH

You will live death, in your life,
If all you do with your life, is avoid death.
My goal is to stop reacting in life,
While reacting more in sports.
It is great work to strip man from his home,
Clothes, education, social cicle, and job,
In order to preserve his freedom and individuality,
Giving him his own dreams,
Rather than those of society.
Life's cruelty is in its forced forfeit
of all worldly possessions
In trade for one's life.
Death should only be the reward,
The aftermath, not the focus of life.
The world lives according to death,
Rather than in accordance to life.

Duty free fear

Duty free fear is all I am.
Darkened by the sun's magic hand.
The moon appear trivial, in disguise,
Above the sea, translucent to your eyes.
Death smile upon her face,
The river overflows,
City of love, a flooded vase,
No one ever knows.
Duty free fear,
you live,
Pleasurable beauties,
you kill,
Don't torture me, the river will arise,
Encompassing the earth, evil, demise.
Death smiles upon her face,
The river overflows,
City of love, a flooded vase,
No one ever knows.
Take this pill and live with me.
No struggle for the eand,
Live the dream, the dream of sleep,
Again, again, and again.

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