I am longing for disturbing evening
Miserable floating in regardless owl weeping
Lost boy with lost path
Dying in the hands of wrath
I am longing for Your existance
But no one comes over
Except you the lost one like me
You're not Imogen
The one I need most.
Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo
Selected Poems 1999 - 2002
Tuesday, November 04, 2008
Life Has Given Us Two
Monday, October 27, 2008
Mina & Myself
As I battered my loneliness through sleep
I watched you inside magic box near flat stream
In fascinating dress of blue
And magnetic eyes captured me instead.
And I missed you already.
O, my miracle,
My longing equal death.
(Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo – Selected Poems 1998 – 2001)
Sunday, October 19, 2008
Shine My Perishing Republic - Part 3
Race of light
Flourished under impression and thought
While cynical swept a lot
In mankind’s sight.
I suspicious but aware
For everything in mystically condemned
But I would not dare
Suspicious continued
So keep me breath
And tightly hold my faith
'Till I prove the chosen one’s bliss
'Till Almighty’s eyes give me a kiss.
(Selected Lines from “Shine My Perishing Republic” – Selected Haiku, 1999 – 2002)
Virgin Lily
O, Virgin Lily,
Who glows in the heat of summer?
Doubt me and look me tight
Therefore I would not be so lost.
O, Virgin Lily,
Overwhelm not
I am not having you
Merely crush on your day figure
Cannot betrayed myself vows
I need you as companion
Merely companion.
O, Temptation,
Flows right to the ash
Turn you into solid rock, I may.
O, Me.
Flesh and bones
Strong Man, Beautiful Man, Ugly Man
Human pathetic, male and female
In the hands of Blake.
(Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo – Selected Poems 1998 – 2001)
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
Menemui Dunia
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Always To Little Lily
Restricted vows
Unfilled spirit to reality to dream
To sleepless and picture close to the heart.
Your warm lights
Like sharpest knife almost cut the promises off
And buried six feet under.
Walk in the safe way
O, dear Glowing Temptation
Hear safe sound
Avoid all sleepy noises
And poisonous singing snakes.
I am your guidance
Not guardian
So keep doubt me.
Blink of an eye
Has changed me the immortality
To liquid body.
You are temptation
Not affection
So keep doubt me.
Farewell, farewell
O, dear Glowing Temptation
Heat of summer burning me still
And you glowing for eternity
For me and the world in unity.
(Et ego petrarca in lingua vetera scribo – Selected Poems 1998 – 2001)
Monday, October 13, 2008
Jim Carroll, Timothy Armstrong dan Aku
To Jim Carroll: For Your Endless Desire
...And out come the wolves,
Their paws trampling the snow,
The alphabet, I stand on my head and watch it all go away...
(Junky Man - Rancid & Jim Carroll)
Manusia yang berlaku jorok
Kepalanya penuh ide-ide bobrok
Mulutnya lepas dalam cakap tanpa guna
Tangannya nakal seperti penjarah
Kaki yang mirip raksasa mitologi penginjak istirah
Hatinya meletup emosi murka ke segala arah.
Sial!
Kalau engkau hanya
Membebas
Coba diri keluar dari bentuk.
Dari Kumpulan Introducing Irony - Selected Poems 1996
Malam Silam
Shine My Perishing Republic - Part 2
Elang Yang Terlupakan
Kekalahan tak tenang,
Kucari engkau di kedalaman.
Malam tadi siang ini aku terguncang.
Teringat akan ucap ibuku:
Kuraih cepat beribu Firman.
(1996 - 2008)
Sunday, October 12, 2008
Redemption, Fair Star!
.....
.....
Provide the weather keep like this
There is no bliss and no need to wish
As you make the curse for where it is
Could you describe my fallen heart?
Even the messenger comes in parts.
.....
.....
Close enough to the death as I can see
As I see the immortality
In thee.
(Redemption, Fair Star! - Selected Lines from "Et Ego..." 1998)
Kepada Jiwa Yang Berpikir
Ode to William Blake
Jiwa yang suci adalah jiwa yang berpikir
Mengetahui hal yang perlu dipikir
Tanpa guru, tanpa buku
Hanya intuisi akal yang bersatu dengan alam malaikat.
Jiwa yang suci itu,
Melihat dalam tidur dan jaga.
Memanjat tinggi sampai alam yang tak terlihat
Mempengaruhi
Menyentuh
Materi alam yang menimbulkan mukjizat.
Tingkat tertinggi dalam kehidupan manusia
Wakil terpercaya di muka bumi
Keluberan rasa cintaNya
Menerangi kekeringan jiwanya.
(1996)
Carpe Diem I
Jikalau,
Dalam rasa cinta terjadi pengorbanan-pengorbanan
Yang bertentangan dengan insting
Dan kemauan untuk menilai,
Egoisme itu
Menerangi nalar alam dan binatang.
Jikalau,
Dalam sejarah terjadi suatu keadaan-keadaan
Yang bukan dari akibat perjuangan sebelumnya
Heroisme
Tidak akan menumbuhkan sebatang semak
Sekalipun.
Jikalau hal itu terjadi,
Maka manusia dapat menyaksikan
Akan campur tangan Tuhan
Secara murni dalam sejarah.
Ia tidak hanya menjadikan kecenderungan
Yang tinggi menjadi rendah
Tetapi sesuatu yang baru sama sekali.
Baik dalam penciptaan
Ataupun manusia dalam perjalanan kembalinya.
Dari Kumpulan Rhymes To Be… - Selected Poems 1996
Digubah di Oktober 2008
Rotterdam III
Apakah aku harus melarikan diri?
Aku berkata:
Andaikata aku harus merasa
Diriku sebagai keseluruhan orang,
Aku harus mulai berjalan
Kearah satu tujuan tertentu.
Hidup terus atau berantakan.
Dengan demikian
Aku telah melepaskan diri
Dari dunia ketegangan.
Dan disana berdirilah: Kau.
Dari Kumpulan Rhymes To Be… - Selected Poems
(2008)
Saturday, October 11, 2008
Everything Rainbow
I’ve never been so anxious before
I was an impostor and blind
Everything went green
I’ve never been so proud before
To be one, unity, couple
Everything went purple
I’ve never been so delightful before
I catch the feeling on my bed
Everything went red
I’ve never been so frightening before
Lost or fly away or disappear in kitchen’s sink
Everything went pink
I’ve never been so relief before
From promises to vows
Everything went yellow
I’ve never been so incensed before
Anything mocking on my own
Everything went brown
I’ve never been so sad before
I love you and I leave you
Everything went blue
I’ve never been so glad before
When everyone with solemn face say:
“Death’s running after you!”
Everything went black.
(2001)
Amazing Works
Romance, who loves to nod and sing
With drowsy head and folded wing
Among the green leaves as they shake
Far down within some shadowy lake,
To me a painted paroquet
Hath been—most familiar bird—
Taught me my alphabet to say,
To lisp my very earliest word
While in the wild wood I did lie,
A child—with a most knowing eye.
Of late, eternal condor years
So shake the very Heaven on high
With tumult as they thunder by,
I have no time for idle cares
Through gazing on the unquiet sky;
And when an hour with calmer wings
Its down upon my spirit flings,
That little time with lyre and rhyme
To while away—forbidden things—
My heart would feel to be a crime
Unless it trembled with the strings.
- Edgar Allan Poe