At every venture God is alive
Wanting to be found, to be felt,
There is no thinking, only feeling,
God says “follow my path, not you own.”
I ask God what should I do when I feel insecure
“keep feeling insecure, in fact feel more insecure!”
And for school?
“don’t worry it’s all in my hands
“Laugh more than you think!”
Forget what you want do what fills my needs
Your destiny is in me, no where else
Keep talking to me, everywhere, how ever possible
I am awakening
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Saturday, January 23, 2010
Golden Plated Buddha
Gold plated Buddha chipping fading once vibrant, now turning back to red
bronze beneath blood color, no viens seen beneath Bodhisattva Guanyins
Satin Robe, Leg double lotus, feet to Heavens, toes aligned with stars
that sky can show at 3:32 Pm
Bathing in Artifical light of musea de Montreal, behind glass box
protection, can he breath in there
He wears a Lotus flower on his red heart charka and green solar plexus and
a red sapphire on his 3rd eye, his mind eye.
His eye liods hide his vivbrating eyes what a western doctor calls REM he
knows as Satsori Dhayani, his black hair combed, not a loose strand falls,
only waves of crow feathers, growing from his flat scalp above his
incandescent, chipping eyelids. His ears stretch. After years of wearing
red Diamond encrusted shimmering jewellery. He wears peace in his smile,
Quivering light red bottom lip, Calm rosy pink top lip.
There are scratches on his face, howèd they get thereÉ Did they drop him
on his journey from Ming China 1368 to this moments canda 2007 time zone
Buddha
Peace two red skinned thumbs barely grazing, palms flat a top each otheré
Every breath tangents to enlightened state,
Like petals on a wet black bough.
His meditation
Bronze body, bornze breath
Gold chipping skin, impermance
Fading like my misty breath on glass case,
Hes been breathing four 639 years, mudra hands
Still chest
Gods eyes
As marten Gianka, Asdvadz einch shunz ne,
This manes life, is gods breath.
bronze beneath blood color, no viens seen beneath Bodhisattva Guanyins
Satin Robe, Leg double lotus, feet to Heavens, toes aligned with stars
that sky can show at 3:32 Pm
Bathing in Artifical light of musea de Montreal, behind glass box
protection, can he breath in there
He wears a Lotus flower on his red heart charka and green solar plexus and
a red sapphire on his 3rd eye, his mind eye.
His eye liods hide his vivbrating eyes what a western doctor calls REM he
knows as Satsori Dhayani, his black hair combed, not a loose strand falls,
only waves of crow feathers, growing from his flat scalp above his
incandescent, chipping eyelids. His ears stretch. After years of wearing
red Diamond encrusted shimmering jewellery. He wears peace in his smile,
Quivering light red bottom lip, Calm rosy pink top lip.
There are scratches on his face, howèd they get thereÉ Did they drop him
on his journey from Ming China 1368 to this moments canda 2007 time zone
Buddha
Peace two red skinned thumbs barely grazing, palms flat a top each otheré
Every breath tangents to enlightened state,
Like petals on a wet black bough.
His meditation
Bronze body, bornze breath
Gold chipping skin, impermance
Fading like my misty breath on glass case,
Hes been breathing four 639 years, mudra hands
Still chest
Gods eyes
As marten Gianka, Asdvadz einch shunz ne,
This manes life, is gods breath.
Tuesday, January 19, 2010
Free right Haiti and Affirmations
Free write
Gag bang gang bang thangs and earrings and steering these new wheels to new ways to feel out the shouts and I cry and crimes are repeating on the Haitian streets, as my Worcester heart beats feel wooden floor beneath feet, and the river of a shower roads in store for the future none knows if the who world may one day become like Haiti, mother nature attacking back the human hands that it feeds it seep that the tides of sunken quite low on Santo Domingo, and none know to where
we shall flow in the universal bursting thirsting atmosphere of greenhouse gases that appear on the global map that’s here, and my tears drip into tainted rivers where once millions of species lived in, but know near to instinct ion in the Amazon forest, the chorus of birds sign, flying o broken wings that hunter think is delicious but, how would a human feel if they had their two legs broken, unspoken injustice!
In my world I can eat my cow burger, as long as I don’t have to be the murder and no guilt seems to appear in this ear and out the next, magical hex infects that which rejects this insurance of insecurity repeating in my, lost in this not know how fuck cows, and the whole worlds eye brows.
Staring deep into the river of life of unknown, wind blown on my forehead I, I forgot head rots snots out the shouts about feeling the not real feeling in my skin of a lovers touch and visualizing the rush of heart that is beating blood to feet to walk, but to wherever none would dare ask pass the pass, and crash this crash test, as life unfolds in every breath, no death just rebirth is every moments worth!
Affirmations (while listening to bossa nova on ITunes international radio)
I’m successful I'm successful I’m successful im wonderful I’m wonderful I’m wonderful, I’m worth it, I’m worth it I’m worth it, I’m worthy of all the success in the world I’m worthy of all the success in the world I’m worth of all the success in the world.
I make lost of money I make lots of money I make lots of money I make lots of money, I make lots of money I make lots of money I make lots of money I make lots of money I make lots of money, I follow believe and achieve my goals deeds, I follow and believe my goal and follow my dreams to the even I follow my dreams,
Today is a good day, I can feel today it a good day I can feel it, today is a good day, I can feel it today is a good day, I can feel it today is a good day I can feel it!
All I do manifests to greatness al I do manifests to greatness all I do manifests to great all I do manifests to greatness, I trust the universe I trust the universe I trust the universe I trust the universe I trust the universe I trust what the universe chose me to do on earth I trust what the universe chose me to do. I trust universe!
Gag bang gang bang thangs and earrings and steering these new wheels to new ways to feel out the shouts and I cry and crimes are repeating on the Haitian streets, as my Worcester heart beats feel wooden floor beneath feet, and the river of a shower roads in store for the future none knows if the who world may one day become like Haiti, mother nature attacking back the human hands that it feeds it seep that the tides of sunken quite low on Santo Domingo, and none know to where
we shall flow in the universal bursting thirsting atmosphere of greenhouse gases that appear on the global map that’s here, and my tears drip into tainted rivers where once millions of species lived in, but know near to instinct ion in the Amazon forest, the chorus of birds sign, flying o broken wings that hunter think is delicious but, how would a human feel if they had their two legs broken, unspoken injustice!
In my world I can eat my cow burger, as long as I don’t have to be the murder and no guilt seems to appear in this ear and out the next, magical hex infects that which rejects this insurance of insecurity repeating in my, lost in this not know how fuck cows, and the whole worlds eye brows.
Staring deep into the river of life of unknown, wind blown on my forehead I, I forgot head rots snots out the shouts about feeling the not real feeling in my skin of a lovers touch and visualizing the rush of heart that is beating blood to feet to walk, but to wherever none would dare ask pass the pass, and crash this crash test, as life unfolds in every breath, no death just rebirth is every moments worth!
Affirmations (while listening to bossa nova on ITunes international radio)
I’m successful I'm successful I’m successful im wonderful I’m wonderful I’m wonderful, I’m worth it, I’m worth it I’m worth it, I’m worthy of all the success in the world I’m worthy of all the success in the world I’m worth of all the success in the world.
I make lost of money I make lots of money I make lots of money I make lots of money, I make lots of money I make lots of money I make lots of money I make lots of money I make lots of money, I follow believe and achieve my goals deeds, I follow and believe my goal and follow my dreams to the even I follow my dreams,
Today is a good day, I can feel today it a good day I can feel it, today is a good day, I can feel it today is a good day, I can feel it today is a good day I can feel it!
All I do manifests to greatness al I do manifests to greatness all I do manifests to great all I do manifests to greatness, I trust the universe I trust the universe I trust the universe I trust the universe I trust the universe I trust what the universe chose me to do on earth I trust what the universe chose me to do. I trust universe!
Sunday, January 17, 2010
Haiti's Hades
Haiti's Hades
When I stare at the news,
It gives me the blues,
Who had to choose
Haiti to loose?
Maybe 100,000
people's bodies
rest peaceful,
Brownish purple
White dust full,
blackened skin imbues
concrete spews
on pews,
Who thought nature
could do
War on the
poor too?
7.0 heartbeats beat,
Earthquakes unequal
beneath rumbling feet,
To others before, more
bones tore, amputees pour
into street graveyards sore,
Tremors trembling signs for
Port-au-Prince fault lines tour.
Shines in rubble of bodies snore,
Oddly mothers, brothers finds
Fathers, uncles, aunt's body minds.
Hear it, nightmare visions
Haunting ghost spirits pigeons,
make me question religion,
wondering why again, Haiti's pangs reigns,
as natural disaster pain rains
Global warming our brains.
Kids want to not mind,
All those they know
now left behind,
Who they knew who
Now lay below dirt skin blue
Once black, above, or
Beneath, concrete homes,
Churches, hospitals, babies alone,
clenched teeth, orphans cringing feet
cries bore to no one at home.
Who will hug orphan bugs?
While prison thugs bring
Knives violent muggings.
In the US we send 10$ Texts
For Haiti Aid, Doctors Without
Borders, UNICEF,
501501-Yele foundation
90999-American Red Cross,
Patience, as we watch CNN, bodies
cross the roads, screaming when
“is the aid, food, water, hospitals,
or roads to be paved?” dollar paid,
but hunger stays, showering this tiny
Caribbean nation dismayed,
building more military road blockades.
Death from dehydration
Death from starvation
Death from open wounds
alive in my contemplations,
of patient prayers sensations,
for the Haitian Nation to be
saved from Hade's annihilation.
Wednesday, January 13, 2010
Wednesday, January 6, 2010
NEW Years 2010 in Montreal
New Years in Montreal with Kassabian Family
This new Years, I spent it with family in Montreal, Cananda, freezing my you know what off, but happily. Here are some photos of family members, giving gifts, new years, event, Armenian dancing and my girlfriend Olivia jumping over snow! I went to an AGBU event with 150 ARmenians, at a formal banquet, it was very classy! ENJOY
New Years
This new Years, I spent it with family in Montreal, Cananda, freezing my you know what off, but happily. Here are some photos of family members, giving gifts, new years, event, Armenian dancing and my girlfriend Olivia jumping over snow! I went to an AGBU event with 150 ARmenians, at a formal banquet, it was very classy! ENJOY
New Years
Poem- Forgotton Spirits!
Forgotton Spirit!
what rap, it aint no mishap, cause I drop lyrics into the hat, and
watch em flow into love or comabt, I do love it, the Armenian rapping
comedian persona, I grew with rap flows on ya! want to take a stab at
drooping a track to attract more high masses onto these mental
facebook grasses, taking passes at diligent militant murderous hideous
purposeless pissing dissed, visions missed, lost in holocaust mist,
forgotten pissed is the people we are, from where none could care to
dare ask or try an repair a Turkish Armenian relationship, Thanks for
not giving a shit England or France! My hips sway with heavy babies in
kurdish villages, at least a million in Turkey today, Armenian blood
dripping in the veins pillages my night mares disdain complain, rat
playing around dead corpses dug into force less pits Cambodian Khmer
rouge style, the vial violent silent remembrance tense in the
senseless murderous of bombs dropping on Afghanistan plans for
Democratic development, coughing, roughly singing with a voice that is
hoarse and ugly, hate me love, me rapping these melodies of
melancholy, with brocolli and cauliflower rain showers, frequencies
independently rising off of body, soul floating in etheric space, I
chase Armen Chase ARmen oddly, with raps he flows, so my lyrics
follows, I glow a smile and respond for this while, from the mystical
mythical dream land, asking in rhyme:how are you man?
what rap, it aint no mishap, cause I drop lyrics into the hat, and
watch em flow into love or comabt, I do love it, the Armenian rapping
comedian persona, I grew with rap flows on ya! want to take a stab at
drooping a track to attract more high masses onto these mental
facebook grasses, taking passes at diligent militant murderous hideous
purposeless pissing dissed, visions missed, lost in holocaust mist,
forgotten pissed is the people we are, from where none could care to
dare ask or try an repair a Turkish Armenian relationship, Thanks for
not giving a shit England or France! My hips sway with heavy babies in
kurdish villages, at least a million in Turkey today, Armenian blood
dripping in the veins pillages my night mares disdain complain, rat
playing around dead corpses dug into force less pits Cambodian Khmer
rouge style, the vial violent silent remembrance tense in the
senseless murderous of bombs dropping on Afghanistan plans for
Democratic development, coughing, roughly singing with a voice that is
hoarse and ugly, hate me love, me rapping these melodies of
melancholy, with brocolli and cauliflower rain showers, frequencies
independently rising off of body, soul floating in etheric space, I
chase Armen Chase ARmen oddly, with raps he flows, so my lyrics
follows, I glow a smile and respond for this while, from the mystical
mythical dream land, asking in rhyme:how are you man?
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