Mike Youssefian


Dear Friends,

I am presenting to you my website for your information and enjoyment.

My autobiography, family pictures, videos and articles will let you know who I am and what I cherish in my life.

I am sharing some of my favorite videos from religious, Armenian, classical, international, Lebanese, and Jewish music.

I have added links of Armenian poetry, Armenian Christian songs and classical music stations that are meaningful to me.

I have also included some of my own poems in English and articles in Armenian. 

Don't hesitate to write your comments. I appreciate them all.

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Posted on July 7, 2015 at 3:40 AM Comments comments ()

It is the Fourth of July,

Shower of stars from the sky,

Ten thousand white beams of light

Celebrate country of free,

Celebrate the happy dreams.

All the old and young at heart

Move today with jolly dance.

No more tears, grief of loved ones

Has robbed the joy of the crowd.

Even crosses of the fields,

Have disappeared in the shade.

I, with sadness in my soul,

Sit alone with festive news,

Lend my ears to freedom songs,

In the pitch dark of my room.

And I ask my father God,

Why should I cry while the world

Laugh and party all the night.

I plea You Lord, bring me back,

The peace and joy of my soul.



Posted on May 28, 2015 at 2:15 PM Comments comments ()

It is dark and cold tonight.

No sun and the clouds above

Hide the full moon in the sky.

No words of hope in the air,

No smile and song in my heart.

All the flowers of the yard

Are hiding their pretty face.

All the sparrows on the trees,

Are sleeping in their nests.

I gaze now out the window,

Waiting the sun to come back

And flood my soul with delight.

Sweep the clouds white and black

And play music of a harp

With the thousand angel choir.

I celebrate this morning

With my friends of Hope and Love,

Friends that visit from heaven,

Where there is peace eternal



Posted on May 25, 2015 at 6:25 PM Comments comments ()


On the vast and green fields

There are white crosses alive

That guard young boys,

The brave victims of the wars.

We now shed tears

In the planet of the dead.

We cherish now and salute

The memory of them all.

Deep in the grave of the lost

Sleep hundred million dreams,

Million lovers and loved ones,

Are gone and left for us all

A green vast field,

With a silence and a breeze

And the music yet not born.



Posted on February 1, 2015 at 5:30 PM Comments comments ()

I have walked hundred dark years,

In the deserts of unknown.

I have seen the sacred churches,

Torched with multitudes within.

I am orphan of a nation,

Seeking a chair on this land,

Seeking for my old, dear mother,

Who shed her blood for her faith,

I see the wild and savage crowd,

Drinking blood of children,

Raping the brides in their teens,

Killing the young and the brave,

Going to rest of their toil.

Today I shed tears of hate,

For a hundred years of loss.

I place with my trembling hands,

Roses and love of my heart,

Over the lost and black grave,

Bridging the history of time.



Posted on January 28, 2015 at 12:35 PM Comments comments ()

Lord, please hold both my hands,

While I walk through the storm.

Make my path lit and safe,

Make me strong to survive,

And to reach the shiny shore.

Clean my heart like the snow.

Make me pure, paint my soul

From the pallet of these fields.

Let the clouds up on skies,

Disappear with the winds.

Let the sun spread its rays

And the joy of the days return home

And flourish the pages of my dreams.

Hold my hands, both, dear Lord,

‘Till I come out of this deadly storm.



Posted on January 25, 2015 at 6:35 PM Comments comments ()

Your pink, pretty and tiny shape,

That tried to step on this cursed soil,

Did not run, jump in the playground.

Your laughter did not fill the air,

Innocence of your hidden life,

Went to fill a void in the space.

Those who killed you and who went home,

Drank the wine of their relief,

They closed the books of their black souls,

And dried the blood that they have spilled.

The simple toys and your cradle,

Stayed orphan in your small world.

You will not talk and will not sing,

You will not grow one day to hold,

The loving hand of the future,

In the chapel, where now lie still,

The silent shadows of your dreams.


REQUIEM (Mozart)

Posted on December 3, 2014 at 10:55 PM Comments comments ()

I am gazing at your wet black eyes,

Mozart, my young and dear friend.

Friend in the days when music

Has lost its taste and color.

The requiem played and sung in the past

To carry your frail body to the stars.

To fill my cold room with sad notes.

Notes of harps, trumpets and the drums,

Shaking the soul of my old existence.

The frozen smile on your face

Tells the mortal story of our life.

Today I cherish your visit to my room,

To fill the loneliness of my heart,

To show me the multitude of angels,

In the farthest height of blue heaven,

Where I will one day spend my days.



Posted on November 24, 2014 at 9:45 AM Comments comments ()

I am hearing the sound of silence,

I am seeing the light of darkness,

I am touching the invisible,

I am walking the wide and deep space.

This planet is long dead for me,

The sparrows have lost my friendship,

All trees in the near forest

Are dry and ready to burn.

Let warmth return to my room,

Let the distant tune of violins

Dance, my soul in their arms.

Something is missing in the air.

Bring back the joy of my past,

It is sad to wait in the cold.




Posted on September 19, 2014 at 11:45 AM Comments comments ()


There is a silent Muse in my soul.

His loving friends killed him yesterday,

Crucified him on the cross like the Christ,

Asked me to bring flowers to his grave,

And wait his coming to life again.

It is a sad story of all ages,

When friends stab their like every day,

Drink wine and celebrate with joy,

The vanity of the victory at hand.

Like the poor and blind man in the street,

I move my red stick on the floor,

To find my safe road to future

And not be crushed hard in my walk.

My tent is near the bridge on dry sand

With a lost and sad hope in my bag.



Posted on September 19, 2014 at 11:45 AM Comments comments ()


I started to walk again

On the rugged road of life,

To see beauty on the sky

And smell flowers in my yard.

I dried the tears in my eyes

And started to laugh again,

To shake the hands of dear ones

And kiss the lips of grandkids.

Started to call all my strength,

To fight the force of evil,

To hold the hands of Master

And walk with no pain at all.

What a miracle today,

That I have come out of grave

And be the man of my dreams,

Dreams that were dead before

And now have full life again.