Cinematic Piano Theme (With Poetry) - Serj Tankian

Her eye

Her eyes, the sea at dusk

Sun curl golden hair

Radiant creator of life

Every turn, a procession

Fair summer beauty

Silky bird limbs and legs

Comic design, arduous life

She resides implanted, rooted

In my very existence

After the morrow, she will fly

Alone to her abode North, in the heavens

Where she first faced the sun

Chased the birds, laughed and sobbed

As the psychic feels a presence

I would like to feel her past

Taste her food, and love those that gave her life

Her eyes, the blue Mediterranean

With a phosphorous glow

Her hair, fine oriental silk

Drawn over her neck to one side

Like the curtains in the theatre

Drawn across a column

Before gallant presentation

Her lips, a field of berries

Flattering in the summer wind

Making love to the tune of a light, warm heart

Playing Final Fantasy 7, was it, on the Playstation?

Her fancy, films and their production

As music, I concur

I wonder what she reads and what brings muse to her Heart?

Perhaps it’s T.S.

Elliot or Edgar Allan Poe, to start

And an old dumb joke that a father’s daughter would take to heart

Perhaps she has fallen to the fears and frustrations of Modern love

I think not!

Her Celtic bark speaks of a superfluous power

And the feminine strength one can only find in flowers of the jungle

If I am mistaken

Let my words crumble

And I will remain

As always, humble

Prenatal Familiarities

Devotion is focusing on the sound in every action

Life is rhythm, and its fluidity is dependent on the Tempo

In harmonies we find unity in diversity

In harmonies we find prenatal familiarities

Our true voice is our true color, character

The consensus is a misguided body of census information

Though the tides seem to be slowly turning

In organizing true resistance to globalistic economic Totalitarianism

It might be too late to save man’s night

Remember the child of innocence resides in the cool Gardens