Hujan berpesta
Ribut berdrama
Ombak derhaka
Beliung menerpa
Suria tewas
dan bumi lemas
Bila alam mula berentap menunjuk bagus
Baru tersentak umat manusia, semua menikus
Friday, July 15, 2011
Monday, March 28, 2011
Kemudi
Engkau nampak laut biru
Engkau nampak laut luas
Engkau nampak pulau hijau itu melambai-lambai
Camar sudah menjerit
Badai memaksa gerak
Dermagamu dipukul diusik-usik ombak
Belayarlah dan dakap bau air masin
Cukup lama kau singgah di sini
Di pulau yang rupanya bukan untukmu
Angkat sauh besi
Bersiap engkau kemudi
Tapi kenapa masih di sini?
Kenapa belum dileraikan tali?
Engkau nampak laut luas
Engkau nampak pulau hijau itu melambai-lambai
Camar sudah menjerit
Badai memaksa gerak
Dermagamu dipukul diusik-usik ombak
Belayarlah dan dakap bau air masin
Cukup lama kau singgah di sini
Di pulau yang rupanya bukan untukmu
Angkat sauh besi
Bersiap engkau kemudi
Tapi kenapa masih di sini?
Kenapa belum dileraikan tali?
Monday, March 7, 2011
A Fluke
First he passed by you
Then whistled the song of your childhood
The next thing you know, he took your breath away.
Then whistled the song of your childhood
The next thing you know, he took your breath away.
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Tricky
You play black and white
and forgot your actual color is dog-shit gray
You wear different fragrant with different people you met
but to me I will always recognize
that dog-shit smell
As I drill a hole through your head
you keep on spewing craps out of your mouth
as your nose keeps on growing and your pants burning
You swear the truth behind every translucent lies
and lie your heart away in tune with the truth
I can't diagnose you, you have tricky symptoms
I can't look at you, your color is depressing
I can't stand by you, you smell of dog-shit
p/s: Inspired by the character Mother in 6 Characters in Search of an Author, by Luigi Pirandello.
and forgot your actual color is dog-shit gray
You wear different fragrant with different people you met
but to me I will always recognize
that dog-shit smell
As I drill a hole through your head
you keep on spewing craps out of your mouth
as your nose keeps on growing and your pants burning
You swear the truth behind every translucent lies
and lie your heart away in tune with the truth
I can't diagnose you, you have tricky symptoms
I can't look at you, your color is depressing
I can't stand by you, you smell of dog-shit
p/s: Inspired by the character Mother in 6 Characters in Search of an Author, by Luigi Pirandello.
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