Aram Stefanian Poems

I'm hanging by inky threatening clouds, and my
Worn out body is going over like a lead balloon.
Feeling like a helium head, I'm gravitating to earth,
But falling into a pit of frustrated wishes instead.
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I am high on your sweet amazing voice:
It is the same as a head drug after my own heart.
At the way you sing I always rejoice,
Even if everything around me is falling apart.
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She said, ''You're pretty G.I.B., but that's not enough.
I need a guy who can care for me like nobody's business.''
When she stepped out on me, all I could do was laugh,
Even though my lonely nights seemed darker and endless.
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We are the careless tour guides frightening you into an echo.
Your mind is our temporary abode, and we drive you plumb loco.
We feed on your inborn phobias and predatory instinct.
You can't get rid of us because we are never extinct.
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An angel approached me eyeball to eyeball and said,
''I will show you the New City devoid of blood and sin,
But first we have to take a flight over the land of the dead.
Don't mess with them ghosts and keep your nose clean.''
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To run away from pain you need a little shot in the vein.
You're now one lucky paranoid hovering across the void.
Turn a deaf ear to the screams echoing outta bad dreams:
Your beloved dead soul is freaky, and his kiss - icky.
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Pan to pan with the grim reaper, you are terrified:
In his hollow blinkers there's nothing but a damned shame.
He nods to you, and you follow into his footsteps with a joyride
Still wishing he stopped playing that cat and mouse game.
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At the cemetery I saw a fledgling angel weeping at a grave.
''I am late again in helping those guys who overjolt, ''
He sobbed bitterly, ''Them souls was I supposed to save.
I am always incapable, sluggish, and ain't worth my salt.''
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I was a rapid shadow heading for nowhere in scorching hell.
Amazed to hear the familiar NIRVANA tune ''Endless, nameless'',
I stopped to listen when someone said, ''Like a living soul you smell.''
Behind me stood an ugly three-horned creature, a knight of Darkness.
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The freaky visions of the future are out of left field:
In the land of the living dead they try to turn back time.
An endless wait is the reason they keep their eyes peeled.
The same wall those helpless ghosts every hour climb,
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