All is well

All is well

Arwa

I think, imagine, dream, remember, and feel… all, on my skin.

It all smells so filthy, yet it all should small lavender. It smells the same, all of it… all of you.

And I think about it all… but again, what’s the point?

Down in the gutter, it will all be… and in time, maybe after a short while, it will all be over.

Things do indeed last forever, except you and me. And I’m grateful.

All is well and all will be fine.

Was delicious for a while, and now all of that has vanished.

Lucid and wild. It was a charming dream.

I loved it indeed.

28-2-2015

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TO MY SON – Mihran Kalaydjian and Charlie Bisharat SPECIAL MELODY

Mihran Kalaydjian and Charlie Bisharat – MY SON

Honor Guest: Violinist: Charlie Bisharat

Recorded: Feb 23, 2015

Record Label: Alligator Records

Charlie Bisharat is a Grammy-winning violinist who has toured and/or recorded with numerous notable artists. He was a member of Shadowfax, who won a Best New Age Performance Grammy in 1988 for Folksongs for a Nuclear Village

A version of the Classical Greek song “Gie mou”My Son”, written by the composer Apostolos Kaldaras and sung originally by Stamatis Kokotas (Greece).

Mino Element Band Members

Aram Kasabian – Lead Guitar
Sevan Manoukian – Drummer
Hratch Panossian – Bass
Samer Khoury – Violin
Tony Amer – Saxophone
Haim Cohen – KeyBoard
Albert Panikian – Trumpet
Nicole Del Sol – Percussion
Dana Debos – Trombone

Lyrics:

My son, it’s my pain unbearable dear
to see you as xerofyllo wind
in life chased turning

My son, did not hear your devious father
drifted and day by day
Being twenty years old and yet grow old

My son, what do you expect, my IP
in a muddy road
you’ll be always like a tree uprooted
without destiny, without sun and sky

My son, my yearning to Reflect
Come home to sweeten your wound
My son, my son, how I hurt

My son, it ‘s my people cruel dear
the lords it ‘merchants of war
and laugh when we tear rolls

My son, do not think anyone my beloved
as though your friends rejoiced, my God
that You ‘ve now fallen so low

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In Time

In Time

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In time

22-23 February 2015

 swirling brown waters

 

The river bank swelled

Charged with rushing brown waters

That had stirred Earth’s guts

An illogical stirring

In me reverberated

 

Deltas formed ashore

Triangles of water coursed

Through light seeping sand

Like ink etching through mind’s slate

A landscape of memories

 

Trees roots uncovered

Shook unwillingly off earth

That onward slid fast

Moving perspectives thus flow

Within a mind uprooted

 

The wind blew howling

Sand that pranced like dancing flames

With madman’s fervour

Elementary madness

Rushing through my frame reached heights

 

The sky glowed and snarled

Alternating light and dark

Different yet same

Change immemorial in me

Reflected alternate shades

 

The horizon lurked

A backdrop to whirling times

In nature’s power

With no reigns in mind I slept

Through wars that raged in no name

 

Leaves raced through dark skies

Tossing and turning in fright

Shivering green…

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Time to stop , in the middle.

Time to stop , in the middle.

Arwa

A young girl
foolish
naive.
Living in a world of deceit.
Looking for escapades.
Reckless, not adventurous.
Rebellious by heart,
not by mind.
Hungry
for passion…

It’s time to stop!
But no…
one last time.
Or more last times.
More… last times.

Stop. This satanic
notorious habit.

Take a stand.
act.
Save yourself,
young and foolish girl.

The escapades can again be found
in dreams and fiction.
There is no real world
for reckless hearts.
There is no place for naive minds.

Except one last chance.
Of pure pleasure.

February 15, 2015

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Finding our Light.

Finding our Light.

Dreamwalker's Sanctuary

I am still amazed at how many of you resonated with a previous post Cracking our Inner Shells. And I am so grateful for your responses and for those who shared this post with their own readers.. 

Knowing that we are the only ones with the power to dim our lights, is often  a hard  pill to swallow. As Human’s we often apportion blame for our emotional feelings  upon others or circumstances we find ourselves in. Yet in truth only I allow myself to feel sad, as likewise only I can choose to feel happy.

It’s natural we sometimes become overwhelmed, especially when the lessons keep coming. But it is important to remember that learning to understand yourself and your world is an on-going journey which we are all  gathering  through our experiences.

We do not come to Earth with instruction manuals, its all about learning and finding ourselves as…

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