The images
the rules
the functions
the roles
the parts
of the essence
are out
of control
the repertoire is changing
the new play
will be played
humble drama
tragedy
musical
farce
but they still
remain unknown
and sparkle
with the pupils
of tortured eyes

To hide in a corner
and fly
into a well of fear
then disappear

Into the abysses
as if there is no place
as if it is cold and cramped
as if it's a swampy damp

In the solid black pitch
the world will crack in the pinch
and then become incorrect
reckless to resurrect

In the bottom of the root
where will swell that desperate fruit
where the fear will crash and burn
and life will return

Look out the porthole
tiny dots hide
the delicate fragile hull
with huge wounds inside

they move like a mol
with elephant majesty
like losing control
in the middle of modesty

they randomly run
in a vicious lap
or hanging around
on the shore of a trap

they are a crowd, they are a family
all and nothing in the world
their story is a kind of remedy
that won't be noticed, before it's told

Like a lump in my throat
like I'm losing my sight
and my heart fallen right
to the chasm that I quote

and my soul fallen dead
and the fire will drown
burly hands, frozen sound
prevent me from the step

ruin partition of trap
tears off the brake shoes
finding the colours to choose
beauty does not give up

now the whole body says
what was hidden inside
reveals from the outside
and the cold fear fades

They are alone
They are one
big, soft, alive
given
by a malleable
fate
fine
don't divide-
my and mine
don't divide-
mine and yours

It is one
these two
with an inseparable
fate
one solid
canvas
their body is
united
their body is intertwined
their body is one
under the blessed sun

With one eye
with one flick
with one touch
to decrypt
riddles
and signs
prediction and sighs
lurking in the thrilling palm
revelation
is my declaration
that love —
is a touch

Une variation sur le français:

Je te tiens complètement
dans mes mains
le bonheur apparaît
sur ton visage
mon coeur te murmure
je t'aime totalement
le Seigneur laisse partout
les heureux présages
Le toucher te dit tout
ce qu'il faut marquer
l'expression d'amour
ne pas expliquer

all the power of genius
is in resistance
his greatness
in the fight for personal

The face
disintegrated
into shards
and the body
seems to be gone

taste the fruits
and take a chance
catch the beautiful
as if frantically dangerous

An ordinary house, an ordinary day
everything is topsy here, what to say
ordinary hour, flopsy anyway
you can turn it over — to sway

reread and revise
turn over the calendars
our brave world is immeasurable
our brave house is mazeble

ours, yours, mine, dumb, no one's older
lies the back of his head on a shoulder
like a head, like a disc, like a ball
barely blinking, close to fall

solitude and desert
society of souls together
montage of the system, selection of keys
a tangled ball of the human beings

one for all and for one
nobody knows no one
loneliness in a crowd
goes round and round

Break free boldly
Get out of the circle
No pharisees and demiurges
Suffering will go away
New symbols will be born

Pain closed up inside
trying to get out
needless to decide
if the fragile world is shut

bubbling all around
but looks like a quiet pool
the ship ran aground
got into a comma rule

nothing else to say
only a tear is rolling
I want to unfold anyway
despite my eyes calling

With the voices of wild creatures
thoughts are screaming
Like a squid mind, teaches
sorting out the willing
Memory is a blast
splits the stone nerve
Think hard at last
to overpower the curve

Seems in the crooked mirror
shadows, phantoms, ghosts
your image is not clearer
and the reflection is lost

Like a maniac in the lurk
entity is hard to see
heart is empty, blood is cooked
«Is it really me?»

Watching barely, like a trapper
Is there something new?
who is the real doppelgänger
your reflection or you?

Sh..sh..shake
Sw..sw..swing
waves are awake
to live and sing

it rocks and excite
it's full of the light
complex like an atom
and don't have a bottom

shake-shake anywhere
and shake-shake there
waves are near
water is here

Mother Nature gave me a chance
Mother Nature brought me back to life
symmetry and balance
and a friendly warm rife

worries about the curves
washes away the freight
salty water that purves
wakes me to rise tonight

I hear the sea surfs
inside and around
Mother Nature is yours
with a careless touch of a wound

Mother Nature woke up as myself
She slowly get roots in us
Mother Nature reborn the wealth
She gave me a chance for thus

I am my personal conscious choice
I am an imposed image from the past
I am a broken body voice
I am a metaphor on the canvas

I am an independent scale
I am an inferior being
I am a told tiny tale
I am the detected thing

I am energy and temperament
I am exhaustion, inability
I am an decoration and ornament
I am unpretentious simplicity

I am a gambler, a risk, a venture
I am order, comfort, easy dive
I am a passionate nature
I am a humble still-life

I am the leading actor, lissome
I was sent to a deaf reserve
I am the central cog in the system
I am an obstacle and a curve

I control every thought
I am floating with the flow
I — discovered new fraught
I — senselessly lived in now

I am a light traveller all around
I am a mad man in pain
I have the one in myself to be found
Or am I a nobody again

Crowd. Silence. Freedom.
Freedom. Here. No.
Humans. Being. Nature.
Mission. Route. Law.

Borders. Area. Range.
Heap. Of. Iron.
Frontier. Limits. Edge.
Cozy. Corner. Lexicon.

Silent. Furtively. Spot.
Thoughts. Are. Hidden.
(Shoots. Words. As. Buckshot.)
All talks. Are. Forbidden.

Words are harmful. Words are worthless.
Destructive. For everyone. Product.
Do not comply. Carefulness.
Equal = to break. Construct.

Follow. A given. Course.
On the navigator. To the fight.
And activate. Resource.
Amicably. With fate.

Contract signed. Agreed.
It. Fixed. All the steps.
Word. Can break. A deal.
But those. Are penalties. And debts.

To save. His own. Nature.
Man. Invented. Concept.
Illusory. Freedom. Adventure.
And the mask. On the face. Is set.

For the world. Harsh. Heterogeneous.
Collapse. Danger. Cataclysm.
And again. Man. Reproduces.
It's ruthless. Mechanism.

Pick up. With no antics.
Give away. As a crack.
Move forward. Automatic.
To return. To pivot back.

To accept the world as it is.
To be at the center of the show.
To change the order of things.
To hide in a secret row.

To keep silent and humbly agree.
Resist and defence.
To configure an integration key.
To build an iron fence.

To threaten with an ultimatum.
To find a mutual compromise.
To stubbornly believe in fatum.
Not to try to reach the highs.

Blame yourself for all the passion.
Search for guilty atheists.
To show your mercy and compassion.
To sow panic, lies and fears.

To hear God with no doubt.
To reject God at least.
To build the bridges for now.
To shut up and coexist.

To follow the set direction.
And discover the new outlay.
With opportunities and sections.
To follow it in a different way.

With billions of routes and textures.
Conditions could be loose.
From all your perfect natures.
You have the right to choose.

They all are dancing. And someone's fife is ringing
some bandmaster eager to command
they twine — with no reason and meaning

Swinging, prowling around and around
unconscious crowd in a circle dance
they nailed to each other, tight as bound

Guffawing, bursting with exuberance
shrinks from laughter and tips
stubborn with elbows to fence

He greedily searches for oxygen with lips
along the borders of the broken world
while merciless roundelay will bloody weeps

Thread a man who put his life on hold
who sleeps and has a terrible dawn
as if real life seems out of control

Then he left the dancing polygon
laid down and hid gladly
to come up with a plan to go beyond

People are dancing madly
while there's the victim on the vacancy
they are not noticing it sadly

The crowd, in its desperate ecstasy
can neither wake up nor leave
It closed all the paths and fantasies

Gestapo, Stasi and gendarmerie
inspection, surveillance and raid
to break apart in their violence sea

So that the roundelay would fade
Caligula will lose his fictitious freedom
the victim would be saved despite the fate

Twist, spin
throw
this
human
scarecrow
in your hands
it painfully crouched
an eternal martyr
trembling and
ouched

Twist, spin
drill with gimlet
my face won't
eat the rust
everything that
you conquered here
is not lost
for us

Anticipation and signs
omens and dreams
all doubts and fears
survive until spring

Unsafe to wait
It wounds like a dagger
thoughts in a head state
predict a fire

The world is lingering at the crossroads
the threat is over it
what will happen? We don't know
crazy to predict

Arrange an inquiry
an audit
an inspection
and you will be beat
out of confession
interrogation
By torture
you give yourself
to be torn
and peace of your heart
burns and melts
as a punishment
to be worn

Alarmingly
restlessly
terribly
eats up the soul
fear
fright
unbearably
filth all alone

The nightmare
causes the creeps.
every rustle
done
to lie low.
weeps
to look at the world
and condone

Continents
people
mountains
islands
Embrace
and water
washes
and fastens
Their bodies together
two figures
as a single
rock
Unapproachable on the outside
but
softened all the stones inside
from love

To become homeless
and get back
to keep these doors
to love these walls
to know every street by heart
and know that I will be back

To linger inside
at least for a moment
to catch this life
filled with love
but the house is swept
all the streets are hidden
and the doors are closed
all the warmth forbidden
feeling
could be worse
arms are trying to hug tight
that the hurricane twisted
the cozy of our bright
spacious rooms

Anxiety
worries and fear
are growing like a snowball
there is no dialogue
in here
pure irrelevance for all
cause indifference is tragic
the whole world rejected
magic
they don't care
about us
they don't give us a chance
we are not
deaf and dumb
where the drama has come
people's problems and stories
and dilemmas
and worries
frozen world will be done
with the sign
that we can
if there is warm
in your palm
needed here by someone

Mask by mask
truth by truth
hands under task
thoughts under youth
body in wallet
heart in a void
fingers in a garrote
head is soft-boiled
thoughts like masks
masks like faces
I cling to the flask
instead of laces
who knows what is true
the mask is falling backwards
like a comet or you
being at that crossroads
staging of the devil
solutions and answers
finding the rebel
the search for the essence
Me or someone
who and why
if me not the one
who then am I

Ruthless
rough
blind
tries
to break the life
to squeeze in a vise
to crush the bud
to force
to tears
dried up
on blood
no matter how hard you tangle the wires
It is stronger than violence and lies

A play, a concert
an immersive piece
we are actors, they are actors
audience for tease
whether they feel the sign
push them with a word
whether they shut inside
then resolutely join
visual implements
in commotion — way to talk
this is a real influence
to build a dialogue

Tender is the night
waiting for your light
body like the lines
flexes, intertwines
Tender is the trip
archetype to keep
find you and then stay
walk the milky way
Tender is the ghost
the ghost I love the most
this is our word
channel, bridge and chord
Tender is the song
come on, my love, come on
Tenderness is so
to live in unison

I'm giving you a sign
It's a proof and a key
your signal from sun
like a response with a beam

like the song of a bird
like the sparks from the eyes
our particles hold
combination of us

what director decided
and the screenwriter wrote
what I fought for and hided
I'm giving you all

Oh how calmly the north lies
on the shoulders of the south
and the sultry wind rise
typhoon flows to a blizzard mouth

so the water embraces the bricks
and the fire is taming the floe
combination of different fabrics
single image without the flaw

feelings and emotions that vein
along with the human weather
when the joy alternates with pain
the moon and the sun shine together

storm is becalmed, no doubt
while remaining the same sea
north sleeps on the shoulders of south
man is arranged as you see

A man
like a train
repository
manuscript, book
secret room
artifacts and stories
quadriga and rook

Millions of moments
billions of faces
myths and worries
scenes and mysteries
on stone walls
scraps of pages
and all this pulls
and transports ages
from city to city
from whirlpool to whirlpool
will not get pretty
where exit is virtual
Either his heart
or his clogged memory
letters sent or draft
of songs smooth as emery
stories
performances
paintings
and poems

A person
like a track
carrying passengers
and let the rails creak
forgiving stowaways
mines are not late
emergency always might be
take all the freight
from city A
to point B
Memories, thoughts
everything that is voice
sent via loyal deliveryman
to man to rejoice

And everything that lies heavy
smolders, melts
and burns in vain
the train is moving
the train is wagging
it doesn't know where
to turn again
Where
the old ones end
but
the newest
is not yet a friend

In our soulful creation
eternal life of blooming Armenia
ՍԵՐ is the source of its origin

our house has for centuries been there
where our heart was growing

even in banishment
even in timelessness
we are the reconstruction
of our Armenia

My land
Love is your name
which you give for free to everyone

our stories and matters
are tightly connected
supernaturally

I'm
not me
not you
we are not fiction
unthingable
It's an unthinkable truth
we are not thinking
unconsciously dumb
we are not reliant
and critically numb

Not me
but you
the eyes
and flowers
not us
but they
will be devoured
dive in
and bend
and touch
the lights
you'll burn
the palm
on someone's sights
no lies
no sleep
one one
two three
the glass
a tree
the chapter
the discord
to tell
what for..
the bell
the door
go away
and come back
with something more
not down
not pain
not enemy
I am zero
I am the darkness
I am the remedy
the kiss
the bliss
soleil
hooray!

The silhouette of the sun hung
lilac filled the blue

the faces are similar
as if we are sisters
(and brothers?)
every single one
of us

the city is complete madness
it breathes with love streams
even frozen mummies
burn bright with a kiss

Mosaic city
crazy puzzle
architectural metastases
the ground was covered with stone
each plot is not alone

hair and breasts sparkle
like an electrical discharge

uncut nudity
does not escape
as an innocent shadow

Secrets like eyelashes
frame the eyeglass
chirping of a bird
is quiet fruity jazz