Verily,
there was a night I won’t regret anything at all,
there was a story I won’t remember a word,
where I visited,
a secret chapter of a rewritten tale,
an open sea with its floorless hole,
a deep jungle and its wilderness,
Verily there is a promise,
and to die would be more meaningful.

Diktator Humanism

Magisnya hidup
Manusia bersatu di tangan diktator-diktator manusiawi
Kemanusiaan mendaki puncaknya
Walau dibingit jeritan demokrasi

Malangnya hidup
Manusia tenggelam dalam laungan reformasi
Panji hipokrasi dijulang tinggi
Sepanduk kapitalis dijampi-jampi
Lalu dipasak pada kubur manusiawi
Menjadi nesan ngeri di bumi sendiri

Suara suara waras masih memanggil nama
Suharto
Dari celah jurang ekonomi
Tangan-tangan luka terus
mengukir nama Castro
Pada dinding kubur manusiawi.

Fate dependent man

I am a fate dependent man,
Live by my conscience,
Waiting for fate to determine,
And to loss all my chances.

I am a fate dependent man,
Had a dream of a perfect life,
Till fate said what it is destined,
And took all dreams out of my mind.

I am a fate dependent man,
Used to strive for the best,
Though I know sometimes,
I’ll fail myself.

I am a fate dependent man,
Stranded between heaven and hell,
With some sins to repent,
Drive me out of my kind.

Wound

Having to forget a pain
Causes us another pain

The more we forget
The closer it’ll get

The harder it engraves
The deeper it gashes

The less sensitive we be

So be it

Be we repent
Be we acquiesce
And so we die
We die painlessly.

That night I remember

That night
I saw you lying in pain
with blood on your body and face
while gasping for breath
and I remember your dream
not to die in vain
but on this field
with your arms
and enemies you killed
So I let you there
lying
suffering
in a torment dying.

Left overs

Is it just that simple
with a pen and words
to deny oneness and confusions?
or just knowing for real
we’re left overs.

The Moment

we meet. we talk. we share what comes to our mind. all experiences. history we passed through together.when i was a small child. when i grew up to teen age. we stick in memories. never left out. even a single moment. we repeat. again and again. never bores. we treasured. those days. when i came to your house. it meant everything. i’m adult. now. and notice. time run so fast. and you too. notice. being away is pain. and tormenting. when i left your house. i ran as fast as i could. and not turning back. and realized. i burst into tears. while driving away. i know you too. from your eyes. that crystallized. while waving away. i felt the feeling. the melancholy. and i left. but never forgotten. you. and the moment we shared together. strangled. in a place. that i can’t explain. all i could say is thank you. but it’s never worth. for me and for you. for know. i hold the moment. in words. before we continue our stories. like before. when time permitted. we meet.