I belong
to invisible
to forgotten
I belong
in conversations
in love letters
in poems
I belong
in sunsets
in moonlight
under the stars
I belong
in sighs
in lips
in your arms
I belong
in love
I miss you
under the light of this moon
decrease the silence of
this flowers
they weep
the forgetfulness of
yr lips, the pain of yr imprints
I confess that my desire
to have you endless
I would ask the moon
to embrace you w/ its light, &
allow me to love
you in a dream
Mihran Kalaydjian his Musical Band Playing Noritz Karoun – Spin Your Cotton in Boston, Massachusetts
The Lyrics:
Once spring comes spring unmatched.
Again I saw my lovely yar.
Were wearing red, rose like a varnam.
Cheyrani like mountains come and passed;
I give you one, it’s forgotten.
Tan mazerd you unroll your back yar.
I smile to your lips shine yar,
Times vain of blows, upper lips.
Cheyrani like mountains come and passed;
I give you one, it’s forgotten.
You are beautiful in the world who makes you smile.
I did not datarkun, in conversation,
I think you’re the ones crying, and you do not look yar.
Cheyrani like mountains come and passed;
I give you one, it’s forgotten.
April Love
We have walked in Love’s land a little way,
We have learnt his lesson a little while,
And shall we not part at the end of day,
With a sigh, a smile?
A little while in the shine of the sun,
We were twined together, joined lips forgot
How the shadows fall when day is done,
And when Love is not.
We have made no vows – there will none be broke,
Our love was free as the wind on the hill,
There was no word said we need wish unspoke,
We have wrought no ill.
So shall we not part at the end of day,
Who have loved and lingered a little while,
Join lips for the last time, go our way,
With a sigh, a smile.
Oh we all have gypsy blood within our veins
And I can’t stay too long at the same place.
So I laughed it life to tie me down
And I’m the searching kind that must get round.
I have been to every corner of the world
Found the passion of many different girls
I enjoyed a sight of Paris in the spring
was a begger but I’ve always felt a king
When I hear the cold wind calling my name,
It’s the time that must I go
Though it hurts we have to part
Cause my
life’s a traveling show and I’ve got a spanish heart
we all got a master plan that guides us.
We all have a heart that leads the way
We all have our dreams memories of yesterday
It’s the time that I must go Though it hurts we have to part
Cause my
life’s a traveling show and I’ve got a spanish heart
By Mihran Kalaydjian, CHA
Consultant, Strategist, and Writer
Lips to touch your lips
And my lips near
vôtre by your panties touches you both
And your augmented lips and augmented
Until augmented, your flow of juice began
By the center of your
panties and as I drank through more
And more, by the mutual exchange
The hole was humid and
While the environment to you was moist
your panties developed tropical and hot
Lips
Cannot they be yes, ‘apart made
expected by the center of your panties.
Is It Poetry