Rabu, 18 September 2013

Solemn Confession

I am the Oblivion
The one oblivious
Craving for my name
Inside your head

Give me your reasons
Why do you have to leave me
Now nobody hear me
Left me behind
Arent you pretending to be blind?

Forever
But never
I will have my name on you
or
I could walk along together
with you

This pit
I have fallen into
Nobody will hear you
And will there be a light
and hands..

Hands that try to reach me
Hands that are in need for me
Hands that recognize me
Now nobody will find me

I used to hate and to curse
But now I know
Those only make me worse
And dear, dear, dear
Nothing is wrong with you
Guilty is so far away from you
Sins cannot touch you
Heaven's Gate is waiting for you

At least
Leave me a lullaby
At least
It will prevent me to cry

Carry on, Carry on
Put that smile on your face again
Carry on, carry on
Walk these pavements, end your journey
Carry on, carry on
It is me staying
Truly
Not you all leaving.

Selasa, 17 September 2013

12:07

Recognize yourself
See the Appocalypse
Bent the light
Kiss your bride

Burn your tongue
Fix your eyes
Rattling teeth
The cold night

Find your bench
Take your friends
Go on a ride
Loneliness starts

Make some noise
Hit the notes
Shred the strings
Feedback sings

Close your ears
Fill your mouth
Cut your head
Feel them dead

Throw the stone
Then sing a song
Raise the stage
Hit the parade

Bath yourself
In the cold daylight
Burn the venom
Caught the culprit


Jumat, 13 September 2013

Visibility

There was a day
When we walk
There was a day
When we talk

There was
Those random melodies
yet
With it we rejoiced

There was also, words
sentences
You made, and then
Replies are made

But there they sat
watching and observing
There it was
silenced, cannot talk

There it was
Beating restlessly
There it was, crying
"why is this happening to me?"

There
At the end of the day
You'll see he
As the afternoon light fading
Inviting
Shadows as friends of he
Then you'll see he
Going
At rest
Inside mystery
While others rejoiced
With reality's imagery.

Cinta Biru

Semua datang dan pergi
Semua hidup lalu mati
Semua pernah berarti
Lalu, tak berarti lagi

Kita sering berhadapan
Kita sering melukis angan
Lebih jauh dari negeri seberang
Lebih luas dari waktu dan ruang

Kita hidup dalam lingkaran
Tidak berarti tak pernah maju,
Kita maju, lalu kembali ke awal bagian
Dan ingin selalu kembali ke masa lalu

Kita berbohong
Menempelkan pesan-pesan palsu
Baik
Di tubuhmu atau tubuhku

Kita adalah orang sombong
Membayangkan takdir
Melihat takdir, menggenggam takdir
Untuk dilempar dan tak lagi kembali

Kehidupan tidak membutuhkan
Aku
Kehidupan tidak membutuhkan
Kamu

Kita sedang berperang
Melawan gelombang segerombolan
Ide-ide kotor
Ide-ide dengan judul 'kepercayaan'

Biarlah Aku melawan
dan Kamu tetap diam
Kita tidak pernah salah
Tak ada yang pernah salah
Karena berbuat salah
Bukan suatu kesalahan

Mungkin suatu hari
Kita akan menemukan
Wadah berisi wajah
Asli sebenarnya kebahagiaan.

Selasa, 10 September 2013

Pujangga Palsu

Pujangga palsu
Menulis haru biru
Mengintip dari balik kelambu

Kelambu apakah itu?
Kau tidak tahu?

Saat dia melukis
Sebelum menulis
Dia melukis dunia
Dalam genggamannya
Dunia ia genggam
Dengan beberapa buah
mahakarya

Namun
Itu dia
Si Pujangga Palsu
Selalu mengintip
Di balik kelambu

Kelambu apakah itu?
Ya
Ia tahu
Kalian tidak tahu

Ia ketakutan
Saat dirinya ketahuan
Ketahuan bahwa dirinya
Tidak setinggi yang
Ia bayangkan

Ia ketakutan
Ketika
Mahakaryanya lemah
Tak mampu bersuara lantang
Tak mampu menggetarkan
Tanah para hati yang berperang

Si Pujangga Palsu
juga seorang Pencipta
Ia merajut kelambu
Khusus untuk dirinya

Kelambu ini
Melekat di dirinya
Kelambu ini
Hasil korupsi perasaannya
Kelambu ini
pengetahuannya
Yang kerap berkata
"Diam! Anda bukan siapa-siapa"
"Anda tak patut menulis
Apalagi bersuara."

Rabu, 05 Juni 2013

Lovely Words, then Gone

Alter my depression
Gives way to submission
Where all the apprehension?
Of all my disturbed misconception
Put on my earphones
Forget the world
And everything alive
Or dead
Or alive then dead

Guide me
My imaginations
Of sexual appearances
Fulfill my desire
All of my deeds
The seeds of escapists
Turn my escapades
Into a long run of fake happiness

All the people with masks i made
And let it be put on them
What a beauty
How mind and mindset
Corrupt one's spirit

Indeed
Just leave it
Everything come and go
As your lovely words
Once being thrown at me
Just leave it
All the capabilities
All the noises
The smiles
The laughters
All for my apathy
Vanish them
Without enough presence of sympathy.

Wish

Everyone's hoping for a better world to come
where there is no more angels and demons, or
two sides alike collide, then bath themselves in blood
And where there is no more lonely hearts
waiting almost a lifetime for their sadness to be gone

All silent lovers could make their hearts sound,
And all butterflies and hurricanes
burst from their hearts
Love's a comedy that will repeat itself
endlessly, naturally
you'll be hurt, you'll be lost, you'll be gone
then back to the start again.

Where did all the happiness go?
All new-borns stop their laughing
The sun radiates cold light
Moral and values be thrown and be burned to ash
While grenades and rocket launchers arranged a choir
producing chaos and tears all over.