Poemas de Serj Tankian

Serj, além de grande cantor é também poeta, aí estão alguns de seus poemas.

Nations
Wishes come together as one
Super candle that's the sun
The candle burns deep inside his heart
His wax bind finally there
His wax bind they all had learned,
the secrets of those that burn
In the valleys with a gun
But he still couldnt reach the sun
Nations come together as one
Send the children to the desert
Let them fizzle away and fry
But all in their own mother's eye
We can say or do most anything
As long as we're allowed to think
Let's make an example of them all
Take this institution down to a fall, now fall
Nations come together as one


Friik
What's my problem,
Here's my problem,
My problem is that I'm
Too visual to be blind,
Too audiological to be deaf,
Too ideological to be in peace,
Too compassionate to be in war,
Too crazy to be sane,
To sane to be lazy,
Too emotional to be you
If I could only stop my head,
From going into constant infection,
Then maybe I can swim back
To my own version of consistent sanity.
Angelic daemons,
Liquid dreams,
Transparent mountains
Of our own reality.
Burning oceans,
Melting faces,
Melting faces,
Why

Nil
If today I die,
And cannot deny,
The life that I live,
For what I say now,
Will befit, myself, in time.
No time to die, nor live,
No structures of a pyramid,
Nor trained horses to arise,
Surmise my position.
My words define me
As a surgically proficient baker,
A baker who now lies still,
For assuming these were my last words,
I would say absolutely nil.

City Of Blinds

I live in a city of blinds,
I wake up from life,
To fall asleep in light,
Can't open my blinds to the blind.
A blink man walks his blind dog,
To the left, to the right,
Just enough to sense the light
And feel the warmth.
Even flowers, plotted in the soil
Take in the light and live.
The blind man ignores the day.
He is immortal.
Death a surprise.


Lighter

All the little boy could think about
Was to have the fly land on his lighter.
And how it would have to be a perfect try,
To get the lighter to flame.
And how that flame would instantly burn the fly,
Trying to soar away from the fire,
It's wings cathcing fire and falling off,
While his unruly body burns in unending flames.
The problem was he was no longer a boy,
And the torch in his hand
Was no longer a lighter.