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Click to hear the audio segment Shell Searching read by Lola Koundakjian. She went soul searching on the sea shore and found shells abandoned by a rock dug under footsteps in the sand or swept away by the tides. She went soul searching in the sea shells and found them half-broken at the edge others covered with hardened sand or carrying inside an animal, dead. She went shell searching in her soul and found in the deep spirals of its form a soft touch a silent tone murmuring "You're not alone." "You're not alone." She went soul searching in the sea and found sailing beyond the horizon the image of a child clutching a single shell tightly enclosed in her hand. Mireille Kalfayan This poem has appeared in ASPORA, Volume II, 1995.

night came suddenly. A tree in front of me blocked my steps. I walked toward it. The leaves turned gold; they glowed in the dark. I saw a book under the tree. It spoke to me. ?Turn back,? it said, ?Go away. You?re not wanted here!? The lake behind the tree glimmered. Two people played guards. They called me closer. I stood still. I played deaf. The lake came closer. I fell in. Everything turned murky, I guess this was the end. I wish I was dry tonight and walking home. Marianne Azakian is a member of poet-principal Shah Mankerian?s eighth grade class at St. Gregory?s Hovsepian School in Pasadena, California. Her poem echoes William Michaelian?s ?Armenian Music,? which she chose to read during the school?s annual Caf Poetry Night, held on April 19, 2008. Click here to listen to the audio clip of Walking Home read by William Michaelian. Click here to read the English and Armenian versions of Armenian Music by William Michaelian.

Click here for the audio clip Live for You read by Apollo (Sevan Aydinian). Your history.....your childhood..... The dreams that once lingered onto the cave walls of your thoughts... The blind bats that flew away using nothing but sound and feel.... The ones that never made it back....The ones that were forgotten... I live for you.... The child that died inside all of us....The tears that were cried inside....all of us....The drops that landed on our lips, as if to remind us what it tastes like to feel pain..To quench our inner hungers that have been yearning to feel.... something....Anything...I live for you... For all of those who haven't learned that regret doesn't make any logical sense....For the wings that soared without realizing their butterfly effect served a purpose that's too complicated to ever be understood...But we have faith in it... I live for you. For the writer who put down the pen...And never wrote again.....For all of them who kept their thoughts as prisoners to the hearts...I live for you... For the women who are raising their children and having to be both heads of the household....When I'm out cold...I live for you. For that person in your family that you never had a chance to say goodbye too....but you know that when you pray, their memories vibrate inside you...When you need somebody to cry to....I'll live for you....For that old man who waited his whole life to tell a woman that he loved her...And when he finally got to, it was at her tombstone.....Rusty.....I live for you....... For the ignorant power-hungry people who have yet to realize that money...is just one form of energy....But love....is all forms of energy.......I live for you.. A beautiful mind is an ugly thing to waste.....An ugly mind is a beautiful thing to replace....Let yourself go....Don't tell yourself that you're letting yourself go......Just....let....yourself....go....Like you dont have any control of having control... Hold on to the hope that music will go back to it's roots, and stop using the mainstream as an excuse. Every time you grab that microphone, you speak for all the silenced voices...The millions in the Armenian Genocide....The Jewish genocide...The African genocide....For all the children in Darfur...I live for you... And if each one of my poems could turn into a star, I would write until the sky is filled with enough light to guide you towards the sun....I'll shine for you.........For the people who are paralyzed physically....For the people who are paralyzed emotionally......When you stop giving a damn about everything in the world....I'll care for you....For the people who have lost all hope and inspiration....Having a one-way conversation with a God who's never returned their phone calls....I'll pray for you.....Knowing that everything happens for a reason..a reason that takes more than one lifetime to understand....So as I grab your hand....and pull you off the bridge that you've spent your whole life creating....I'll write for you... And if each breathe I don't take is a breathe that could've been used to create....I'll die for you...And once you learn to appreciate your life and make the best out of what you have....I'll no longer have to live for somebody who's living for themselves... Copyright Sevan "Apollo Poetry" Aydinian. You can view videos of Apollo's work on MySpace.com