Aram Stefanian Poems
|127.||Shot In The Arm||1/11/2005|
|129.||Funeral Of Death||5/24/2005|
|138.||Wait On Me (From Book Untitled)||2/12/2005|
|142.||The Realm Of Angels||12/20/2005|
|143.||Amigos Y Enemigos||12/20/2005|
|148.||Dead To The World||4/20/2005|
|153.||Discover (From Book Untitled)||2/12/2005|
|155.||Boys In Blue||2/12/2005|
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Angels And Demons (To Kurt Cobain) From Book: Angeles Rebeldes Y Demonios Extranjeros
I wonder what compelled you to take the Dutch act?
An O.D. on number three, thirteen or eight?
A suicidal soul gets no access to heaven, yet it's intact.
How come you really blew it by the kiss of death?
Even if sound travels slower than light,
Music can deeply penetrate into the galaxy.
SMELLS LIKE TEEN SPIRIT will put down the eternal night.
What kind of jury found us guilty of heterodoxy?
I don't subscribe to the view that demons write a tune:
They're knee-deep in own humdrum infernal chores.
It's only angels who are to misery and pain immune
''Hell's bells and buckets of blood! ''
That's what you blurted when you first saw me
''Are you a demon or a spirit messenger of God? ''
I said I was just an alien, and not an insidious enemy
You freaked, but I said there was no reson to run scared
My planet was dying, and I was in search of home
That earth would replace my native world I feared
You laughed and said, ''You should try San Francisco bomb
One good bang in the arm, and you'll bliss out