Wednesday, January 31, 2007

hitting around the bush


Katanya sih “a friend in need is a friend indeed”, tapi kalau misalnya lagi nggak butuh sesuatu berarti udah nggak temen lagi ya? Terus kalau temennya lagi nyebelin, berarti nggak perlu diinvolve in anything dong?! Iya khan?! Gimanapun khan kita tetep punya ke “click” an dengan beberapa orang saja, nggak mungkin dengan semua temen dong. Cuman emang kalau lagi pengen bikin hajatan yang cukup menguras kantong, emang perlu involve temen sebanyak-banyaknya sih. Nggak salah dong?!

Nggak salah kok, lagian temen loe tuh khan orangnya cuek banget lagi mau diapain juga. Kalau orang Malaysia bilang, “tak kisah”. Kadang sih dia mengeluh dalam beberapa hal tapi gue yakin dia nggak pa pa lah. Tapi loe yakin khan kalo die tuh nggak pa pa? Jangan – jangan die nyimpen sesuatu lagi.

Gue yakin sih, gue khan orang yang paling tahu sifat orang. Lagian gue tuh agak males kalo selalu ngajakin die. Orangnya agak aneh.

Aneh gimana sih?

Yaaa ... gitu deh. Lagian mungkin karena gue sekarang lagi ada masalah pribadi ama masalah kerjaan jadi semuanya jadi kelihatan aneh. Mudah – mudahan temen gue ngelihat itu sih, jadi gue nggak nyinggung perasaan dia.

Pernah nggak loe kepikiran kalo sebenarnya temen loe tuh mendem sesuatu?

Mendem apa misalnya?

Yaaa .. apa kek .. loe khan yang paling tahu sifat seseorang ... masak loe nggak bisa tahu fie mendem sesuatu apa enggak ... atau jangan – jangan loe yang mendem sesuatu ke temen loe


Khunddaka Nikaya 817

Semua ilmu pengetahuan, baik itu yang tinggi, sedang ataupun yang rendah, patut dipelajari, diketahui dan dimengerti maknanya, walaupun tidak seluruhnya perlu diterapkan.

Suatu hari kelak bila tiba saatnya, pengetahuan itu akan membawa banyak manfaat.

Sunday, January 28, 2007

The Army of Own's Battle


Clocks keep ticking, the sun keeps rising and setting down, the wind keeps blowing, the rain keeps pouring and the rivers still flow. Yet, individuals are not always there. They come and go. Babies are born in different month and different pressure of the air. People die due to accidents, too old to survive, sickness, or even they just die with no reason at all. Some people get too famous, some people get ignored, some people get too rich, some people get too poor, some people get too smart and some people get too retarded.

What has brought these people to such different characters and being in different boxes? What has driven them to say what they want to say and do what they want to do? Who has led them to write songs and poems or to paint pictures?

Being sure to what self has been thinking and feeling. Moreover being reliant to self or being independent has created people to have their own individual characteristics. What about people who are too dependent too others? These dependent people have been thinking (by themselves) that they need to associate with others, so they make alliance. I will say that those dependent people are independently sure and convinced that they have to be dependent.

Should there be a debate that cultures and education have formed people, allow me to ask you how were those education and cultures set-up? None will believe if those are not convincing. People will believe based on their thinking and feeling and moreover to what they have seen.

Another point of view is that education and cultures are set-up based on experiences. From the experiences then they connect the missing links and …. abracadabra … a theory, a belief, a way of thinking was born and based on the real and visible experiences they convince people to follow. It has to come to people’s logic. Theory makers will do hard to convince people that the theory is right and appropriate. But how are those theory makers sure that it is right?

So there are theories made by theory makers.

How do you choose them?

How are you sure that being consumerism is right?

How are you sure that having simple life is giving happiness?

How are you sure that corruption is wrong?

How are you sure that being gay is fine?

How are you sure that religions give you after-death happiness guarantee?

How are you sure that sex before marriage is fine?

How are you sure that virginity is important?

How are you sure that giving without taking is noble?

How are you sure that friendship is a sweet responsibility?

How are those punk people come to DIY ethic?



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DIY ethic

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The DIY ethic (do it yourself ethic) refers to the ethic of being self-reliant as opposed to relying on professionals. It once referred to hardware stores in Britain
that supplied the home handyperson or amateur repair people with tools. Today the term can indicate "doing" anything from healthcare to interior design, from publication to electronics.

DIY questions the uniqueness of the expert's expertise, and promotes the ability of the ordinary person to learn to do more than he or she thought was possible.

The DIY ethic is loosely tied to Punk ideology and anticonsumerism, in as much as it amounts to a rejection of the idea that one must always purchase the things that one wants or needs from others.

The DIY punk ethic can also extend to how any group or individual applies DIY political stances to daily life—especially how they avoid contributing to institutions they see as exploitive. These efforts include converting cars to run on biodiesel or vegetable oil, learning bicycle repair, sewing/repairing/modifying clothing, starting gardens, dumpster diving, etc. To a certain extent, DIY is simply a way of finding ad hoc solutions to problems that are otherwise usually solved with wealth or corporate support.

Wednesday, January 24, 2007

Not able yet to be tough salt

A: “Do you know that togetherness is for making the burdens lighter?”

B: “Off course … But whose burdens and for the good sake of whom?”

A: “The planners, the idea creators ….they are smart people. They plan and realize that they need to involve more parties to lighten the fee and expenses so that they can reach the goal”

B: “But do they lighten the burdens of each of those parties? Do they remember the promises that they give? Do they always go together with those parties during lunches? Do they always go together during dinners? Do they go together when they are ups?” “Whose objectives are achieved during the togetherness?” “Whose comfort is given during the implementation of the plans” “Do they only come when there are problems and objectives of their own?”

A: “Well, so far they reach their objectives and goals and am sure they would like to thank everybody for this. But I can not answer the questions that you gave me. I believe that they have got the answers for you or else if they do not really care about those stuff”

B: “I guess some stuffs are always ignored yet a good stuff to be talked about over lunches, dinners, walks and any activities.”

Not able yet to be tough salt and she waved goodbye

Those five words


It came again. How easy it is to get trapped by a sentence consisting of 5 words. The 5 words that have changed everything. The 5 words that have changed the way I look at you. The 5 words that have changed the way my ears listen to your voice. 5 words that have changed the way my eyes look at your figure.

They then change the objects of my camera. They then change my heart feels when you grab my arms. They then change the prayer that I am wishpering. They then highlight the blue side of my life.

Thank you for saying those words.


Janganlah melekat pada apa yang dicintai, ataupun apa yang tidak dicintai.

Perpisahan dengan apa yang dicintai adalah penderitaan!

Perjumpaan dengan apa yang tidak dicintai, juga penderitaan!

(Piya Vagga XVI, 210)

Sunday, January 14, 2007

memorizing moments part 2

ASA I

Kenapa harus kau berikan asa dimana kau memang ber-asa
Dan kenapa harus kau sembunyikan asamu
Dibalik tegarnya badanmu
Berulang kali ku ketuk pintu hatimu
Kau buka …… dan aku terdiam
Kubuka pintu hatiku …… dan aku terdiam
Bicaralah …… tanyalah …… dan kau terdiam
Ngantuk ……
Tapi aku tak akan pernah pindah
Aku tahu kau ingin ……
Keras kepala!
Itulah kita
Dan akupun ingin memulainya
Untuk mengatakan
AKU SUKA KAMU


ASA II

Kenapa asa itu tak pernah bias kuraih
Bahkan untuk kembali ber-asa
Hati ini telah malu
Kenapa rasa ini masih tetap datang
Bahkan otakpun telah menghujatnya
Kenapa semuanya harus kautentukan, Tuhan
Mungkin harus kutanyakan
Siapa tuhanmu, Tuhan?


BODOH

Terlalu bodoh
Terlalu buta
Mikir dong
Pakai usaha juga
Kamu tuh terlalu “grusa grusu”
Emosi aja kamu biarkan bebas
Pakai otak dong
Bodoh!
Goblok!
Tolol!
Dungu!
ASU!


CONFUSE

Who is that?
Are you my friend?
But why are you standing far from me?
Are you my enemy?
But why you always smile at me?
Are you my mother who always gives me a hug?
Are you my father?
But you never put me sit on your lap
Are you my sister that always advising me?
Are you my teacher so that you always judge me?
Are you a priest that always says what is right and true?
Are you my versus that you always mock me?
Are you my best body that you always listen to my problem?
WHO ARE YOU?


DOWN ON BENDED KNEES

Sudah cukup untuk kami untuk berjalan tegap
Terlalu tinggi mata dan dagu kami angkat
Terlalu busung dada ini kami tegakkan
Tapi itu terlalu cepat
Kembali kami harus membungkuk
Kau dapati kami tertunduk dan menangis
Dada semakin menciut dan sesak
Tapi itu terlalu berat
Kembali kami berteriak memanggilMu
Berjalan dengan badan kami
Tangan mengais dan terangkat ke atas
Agar hidup terus berjalan
Sometimes words are not enough, Lord
Why don’t you come and talk to me straight and do the magic things that you always said in the Bible
Answer my loneliness, my hopelessness,
Send me and angel, a friend who can be my father, my mother, my sister, my brother and also be my husband and a boy friend
I’m sick of it all



Empty

Why should turn out the face when hearts are missing?
Why just putting the eyes on its corner when hearts wanted to stare?
I grabbed
I pushed
And I talked
You knew
You answered
And you asked
But all of it is empty
The emptiness that filled my hopes
The hopes that are getting empty
Talk
Empty
Brain
Empty
Lies
Empty
Hollow
Empty



FLY

The leaves on the trees were falling down and the wind roared. It was at noon where the sun shone energically while the girl’s land was crying. The bells on the church stroke telling every stomach to be filled.

“How if I said that I didn’t love you and I didn’t want to have a special relationship with you right now.
“I’ll die”

He put his hair by his fingertips behind his ears and held his breath. Then he let it go hardly.

“What do you mean by saying that you’ll die? You do not mean it, do you?”
“Everybody will die, but you make it sooner for me. Maybe it is not my body which dies, but my soul and my hopes, do you understand that?”
“But I feel nothing for you and I’m sure you know what I mean”

She put her chin as low as it can be while her body began to shake.

“You’re all right, aren’t you?”

He put her right hand and kept it on his left hand.

Everything was so clear for her.

But she was still standing there in the middle of a field without him by her side holding her hand. She cried soundlessly and only her tears kept rolling down touching the land. The land drank it as is a sapphire in a desert funding an ease.

“I’ll come to you if I have a feeling about you”

She stood still until the darkness came toward her. Maghrib has called the Moslems to come to their holy place. Come to their Allah and gathering. She lit her cigarette and started to walk along the field.

He smiled to a girl. He ran approaching her, held her hands and kissed her on her nose.

“Would you mind meeting my friend? Fla, this is Peola. She just came
from Korea. Peola, this is Fla, she is my friend. We are at the same university. She
didn’t mind accompanying me to pick you up here. She shook her hand and taught, “She’s really like Peola”

She sat down on one of the dykes on that field. “What do you think and how o you feel about her?” She opened her eyes wide, stood up and began to roar.

“Fucking bastard, do you know how I feel? My feeling’s just like the smoke that I exhale from this god damn mouth”.

She sat on her knees and started to cry.

The less the smoke, but inside it is a lot and painful. The hammer on her nape beat harder and harder. Creep was played louder and louder on her brain. She cried by holding her head. Then, she started to smile.

She saw him walking alone with the smile on his lips. She came to him and said

“Can I go with you to your house?”
“Sure, why not?!”

There they went next to each other. Laughs and talks came so easily. They girl’s eyes were full of joy and happiness.

She walked to her house by her lights steps. The smoke came out from her smiley lips. It came out a lot and Isyak had called.

Arriving at her house, she saw the man was beating her mom. As soon as he saw her at the front door, he grabbed her mother’s hair and pulled it back.

“You see that? “ Your beloved fucking daughter. She even now looks like you. Going from dawn till dark. I’m sure she will go from dawn till dark and be a bitch like you!”

He let go her hair abruptly and walked forward to the girl.

“Don’t touch her, you bastard!”

She rushed toward him and held his arms tight.

He pushed her back. The girl was standing still.

“Come here, my girl. Don’t be afraid! I won’t hurt you”

She looked at his arm, there was a spider there. He put her hands and pulled her close to him. His mouth smelled of liquor. His teeth were as dark as the night. Then he kissed her on her lips yet she stood still.

“Take care of your mommy, will you?”
“Goodbye”, she said as cold as ice
“What did you say?”
“Goodbye”,
“Well, goodbye to you too, girl”
“Goodbye”

He went out and then looked back. He smiled and left.

“Goodbye”, she said
“Goodbye”, she lifted her right hand in front of her chest,
“Are you OK, honey?”

Her mother came to her on her knees and swept her daughter’s hair

“Goodbye”, she said

The next morning, the morning birds were in silent. Only the crows were flying south. The girl came out from her house, smiling to the sun right in front of her face. She heard crowds on her left. She turned her head where there were a lot of people were there. She walked approaching the crowds.

“Let me through”
“Let me through”

There she saw a big dark man lying down. The crows did a great job to his face and stomach.

“Who is he?”

Nobody could recognize him, but she could see the spider.

“He is lack of blood”

She turned her face and she could see her mother standing next to her.

“See you” and the girl smiled.

After taking a shower, she dressed herself in front of a mirror then she paused for a while. She could see her flying and smiling with a slim white thing above her head.

“Goodbye”, she said and waved

She went to her class in silent. After class, again she saw him with his smile on his lips.

“Can I go with you?”
“Why not. Let’s go!”

They reached his house. He opened the door and invited her to come in.

“Look, I have something to tell you”
“What is it?”
“I want you to forget me”
“What do you mean?”
“I don’t want to be seen as giving hopes to you. I’ve got a girl. You met her at the airport.”

“It’s all right for you to be here, but you must understand me. It’s different, you
know?!”
“Let’s just be friends, OK!”

She sat in silent.

“Look, stay here will you?! I have got some business to do. I won’t be long”


There she saw a long white rough snake. She threw it to the ceiling until it passed a hook and she caught the snake’s neck. She made a knot and pulled its long body.

She looked outside the house, watching a bird. It lid on a thin branch. It had no leaves.

So, the sun shone precisely on to her body. She sang alone and weakly and suddenly the bird flew into the sky dang freely and seemed so happy.

She smiled and said, “I wanna fly”

“I wanna sing”

She looked up at the hook. She took a desk and stood on it. She circled the snake’s body on her neck and made a knot.

“I wanna learn to fly”

Then she jumped, smiled and started to sing.





For a Best Friend

Hanya satu yang kuingat darimu
Belaian tanganmu yang selalu membuatku ingin menangis
Hanya senyuman yang kuinginkan bila kita bertemu
Hanya lambaian tangan yang kucari bila kita berpisah
Hanya anggukan kepala yang kuharap bila kubicarakan masalahku
Hanya?


GUNS N’ ROSES

When I plant my roses in my garden
I watered it and gardened it, always
‘till the stalks and the leaves grew
And also the bud of the red roses
I sang a song and I wrote poems
And when the buds were getting blossom
Spread away and getting out of the garden
They were all out
But they looked dirty and mixed with dust
People admired and mocked
Finally, the roses were all blossom
Dirty, and always be there
Its stalks winded round a gun
And a bullet that covered with blood



SLEEPY

A piece of rose in an old rusty cage
While the kneecaps are dry and creaking
While the brain is melting, slacking and suppurated
Legs and arms start to tremble, dried and chapped
The eyes with its nerves that wafted out with black circles around them
The soul starts to struggle and to get out,
Screaming and wriggling to get out from this body
A piece of rose in an old rusty cage
Stupid!



Smoking

Perasaanku seperti asap yang kukeluarkan dari mulut ini
Semakin sedikit asapnya, tapi di dalam lebih banyak dan lebih menyakitkan
Topeng apa yang paling buruk, selain menyembunyikan perasaanku
Berpura – pura adalah menyakitkan
Tapi itu lebih baik daripada tidak melakukannya


Written by Erniatie “Ndeso”
Title by Diyah “Mirap”
Between 1996 - 2000



SPIDERWEB

Kubersihkan sarang laba – laba yang selalu ada di sudut – sudut kamarku
Kutata kamarku, kucat dengan merah, biru dan kuning
Kukunci dan kuayunkan kaki kecilku
Ketika aku kembali, kulihat kamarku penuh dengan sarang laba – laba
Meluas dan mendesakku
Dan cat – cat itu kembali kelabu
Aku tak bisa menggerakkan kakiku dan juga tanganku yang telah terjerat di dalamnya
Dia sangat kuat menjeratku hingga ke dalam otakku
Dan sarang laba – laba itu menarik tubuh lemahku
Yang terkulai lemah menuju pusatnya
Aku terdiam dan terhenti di dalamnya
I sit in the darkness, though the day shines bright
It seems like a desert, dry and barren and unblessed
It feels like a storm-tossed sea with crashing waves of endless pain

Between 1996 - 2000


Untitled

There’s nothing more to say
There’s nothing to discuss about
Because you’ve decided not to talk about it again
There’s nothing to hold on
There’s nothing to grasp
It’s all because you’ve taken it away
My speaking material
My hopes
My heart
My love
All gone
There’s nothing that must be asked
There’s no reason to look at
Because I’ll wait for the moment you said it
I’m in the circumstances that are
Hollow ……
Quiet ……
Silent ……
Cold ……
Stiff ……
Shut down ……
And
Died …...?




Unforgiven

Sometimes this body wrongly translates this heart
Sometimes the ego is too proud and too arrogant to say it
I drag these steps backward
But the cry bursts louder and harder
And my soul is covered with blood
I see your figure brighter and bigger
As I drag my steps backward
Forgive me

memorizing the moments

I was home and I found my writing works that I did when I was in college. It is really nice to see how I wrote and how I expressed my feelings into words. I am wishing that I would see changes in me in seeing this world by comparing my previous writings and my recent writings.

13th August 1997

Palu di tengkukku makin keras
Suara kerumunanpun makin riuh
Tetap sepi
Hati tetap merindu
Aneh ……
Mulut tidak
Mata kosong
Kening berkerut
Tangan mengepal
Hati menangis mengharap mengiya
Menunggu bulan beradu dengan matahari
Menunggu darah mengalir ke dalam
Menunggu mata berbalik ke atas
Saat sang bulan meminang si pungguk
Followings are quotations:
People were born for trouble, just like fire flower that flies to the sky
Lord, don’t let me got ashamed (psalm 31 : 18)

Professing to be wise, they became fools

4th April 1997

…… but I don’t like you
I guess you know what I mean
…… should I love you because I feel pity on you?
…… I have never had a feeling like yours
…… you’re alright, aren’t you?
If I had a feeling like you can I come to you?

29th August 1997

I hum for them even if the throat dried
I write poems even the fingers are brittle and creaking
Love takes my youth
Lead me to the gate of death
I wait for my prince with a white dusty gown on me
With his cudgel and arrow
With the blackened red rose in my hands
My body already half-dead
Every step I take
Every move I do
Every day every time I pray
I am waiting for my prince
21:45

13th October 1997

Fly away my soul!
Fly away my soul, fly!
Meet him and hold his hands again
So I can put my face in front of his
Put his lips on mine
Talk about bullshits
Take and give as we are
Learning everything about each other
Cry my soul, cry!
Roar my soul, roar!
Tell him, he is my candle in the dark
Tell him, he is the brain of my head
Cry my soul, cry!
Fly away my soul, fly!

Quotation:
CON: every country has its own laws on press
PRO: press should respect to other’s privacy
Doesn’t it mean that law is limitation

15th October 1997

Friend

A friend is beautiful
A friend is honest
A friend is loyal
A friend is a guardian angel
A friend is fond of listening
A friend is kind
Friends love each other
A friend tells the truth
A friend is never angry
Friend is bullshit!!!

Why should I?

Hatred, burning my brain
But
Patience, freeze my fingers
My eyes are getting red
My face is getting folded
But
My heart says “calm down”
She doesn’t know who and what you are
You are a fire in the north pole
You smile in anger

Quotations:
A FRIEND IN NEED IS A FRIEND INDEED
PADA AKHIRNYA KITA SELALU DITINGGALKAN DENGAN RASA KEHAMPAAN PEDIH YANG JUSTRU KITA HARAP DAPAT DIISI OLEH PETUALANGAN MENCARI PENGALAMAN
22nd October 1997

4th November 1997

Gamang dan Gampang
Hari yang kedua puluh dua
Berdua
Bersama
Dan akhirnya berdua lagi
Nyata dan mimpi; diantaranya
Dekat dan jauh; diantaranya
Manis
Indah
Hangat
Kenapa kau biarkan bila hatimu tawar
Kenapa menangis sedangkan mulutku tersenyum
Terlalu indah untuk diraih
Terlalu buruk untuk dilupakan
Helaan nafas sejuta kali
Walau hanya sehari
Masih tetap sepi teman
Sepi dan sakit
Walau kujamah mata dan tanganmu
Ada yang menusuk dan menghunjam
Semakin hambar, kawan
Awan ini semakin gelap
Sumur tawaku makin kering
Sementara kau tetap bicara dan tertawa
Ironis
Yang butuh, diam
Yang dibuthkan, menghibur
Tapi tak cukup sobat
Itu semua tak cukup
Serakah ataukah memang sudah mendesak
Kata ‘cinta’ menjadi musuh yang paling kusenangi
Kata yang kuucapkan hanya padamu sahabat
Kelak kau tahu arti kata itu

8th November 1997

WORDS

Simple and clear
Sometimes, stupid
And bullshit
These little things watering my desert
They give sunlight in cold
And shelter when it rains
I rest all of my fears on it
I rest my mind and my body
I began to laugh and smile
Open my hearts, ignore what are surrounding me
Simple, clear, stupid and bullshit
I feel it but I like it
Spread out when you opened your mouth

9th November 1997

STRANGE

I lost my mind and my feeling when it was far
I lost my love and kept my affection when it was close
Too close and too often
Why I lost the thing I have ever been
Too far and too long
Why I cried and trembled
Pretending strangers in crowd
Pretending approaching in silent
Pretending, is it that bad?
First person ain’t pretending
Thee, I look for the truth
Strange, isn’t it?
It has been four times

17th November 1997

Hidup itu memang aneh
Adasi bodoh tapi banyak jodoh
Ada cendekiawan tapi kesepian
Ada orang pintar tapi gentar
Ada orang idiot tapi berotot
Ada si pintar berjodoh tapi buruk rupa dan buruk laku
Ada si bodoh berjodoh tapi tampan dan alim
Ada si pintar tapi kesepian, buruk rupa dan buruk laku
Ada si miskin tapi berteman
Ada si kaya tapi terlena
Lalu kenapa yang miskin semakin miskin
Yang kaya semakin kaya
Yang pintar semakin pintar
Yang bodoh semakin bodoh
Hidup ini adil dan tidak
Hidup ini
Baru kujalani 20 tahun 11 bulan dan 4 hari

24th December 1997

Doa

Malam ini aku masih berpikir dan menimbang
Haruskah aku tinggalkan dunia kananku yang penuh dengan otak, kerja dan uang
Ataukah harus kudalami dunia kiriku yang penuh dengan ketidakpastian, namun ada kesukacitaan, cinta, kesengsaraan dan dunia yang keras
Aku masih menginginkan hidup yang santai, bercengkerama dengan dosa dan juga memandang wajah dan suaranya
Namun aku sangat memimpikan masa depan yang cerah dengan kerja dan keringatku
Inilah doaku dan kebimbangan yang kupasrahkan padaMu
Di malam
Natalini aku memohon, tunjukkanlah jalanku dimana Kau sendiri yang memberi terangnya

29th January 1998

Aneh itu datang setiap kutanyakan mau kemana kamu dan sedang apa kamu
Aku tak tahu tujuanku
Aku tak tahu sedang apa
Bingung ……
Cemas ……
Kudengar angina menertawakanku
Dedaunan melambai mngejekku
Aku cari sosok yang bias membuatku tenang
Kuingat – ingat muka orang – orang yang kukenal
Kau sangat berarti sahabat
Seribu dalam Saturday satu sebagai seribu
Dan matahari ini tetap panas
Mendung mempermainkan logika
Adasecuil kedamaian kurasakan saat kulihat merah coklatnya tanah
Hijau kuningnya sawah
Keruh jernihnya air
Dan
Besar kecilnya anak – anak
00:36

7th February 1998

Kesepian itu menghunjam lagi
Menghunjam amat dalam di hatiku
Kekosongan itu menyeruak lagi
Menyeruak semakin luas
Baying wajahmu tak mampu lagi membantuku
Air hujan itu mengalir
Yang tercipta hanyalah senandung kesedihan
Baying – baying mengenaskan
Kemana rasa itu
Rasa yang selalu dating ketika kulihat segaris matamu
Rasa yang mengajakku terbang ke negeri dongeng
Tak dapat lagi kuartikan otakku
Tak dapat lagi kumengerti keinginanku
Dunia atau cinta
Tolong aku!
Kulihat angka – angka itu tapi ada yang kosong dan sepi
Kuterbang karena asmara namun hal itu tidak sangatlah penting
Malam semakin membawaku luruh dan gugur
Luruh dalam sepi ini
Gugur tak tahu apa yang harus kubuat
Aku ingin bicara
23:00

8th February 1998

“Aku cinta kamu”
Kata yang amat menghancurkanku
Kata yang suatu hari akan kau ucapkan
Entah untuk siapa
Bunga layu dengan batang yang tegak berdiri
Tak ada yang bersalah dan salah
Mungkin mata ini keliru menilai
Mungkin hati ini tidak paham
Atau mungkin otak ini terlalu sempit
Duduk mendekap tulang kaki
Dengan kepala diantaranya
Dahipun menyentuh tumit
Tapi hati ini masih tersenyum
Masih ada rembulan di mata itu
Dengan kepalan tangan yang tergenggam kuat
Aku masih ada
20:35

9th February 1998

Mimpiku masih dihiasi wajahmu
Wajah yang ragu
Namun tanganmu mendekapku erat
Andaikan bias kurasakan kehangatan semu itu
Hingga terhapuskan tangis fatamorgana ini
Meluruhkan kesedihan ilusi
Dan meruntuhkan khayalan kengenasan
Tiga malam terpenjara dalam mata mimpiku
Terkungkung dalam keletihan mulut
Terpidana dalam keinginan rasa
12:30

10th February 1998

A little girl with a bundle of hair at the top of her head
The hair fell around and red
Crawling between the woody poles
Staring with her plain eyes, playing with dolls
Her laughs burst sometimes
The coddled lullaby her
A girl at a fifth is awake with her droopy eyes
Loneliness is her torturing friend
Walking wobbly between the striving poles
Look forward, holding her tiny heart tight
Playing with illusions and hopes
Her hearty laughter just like the rain at sahara
Strange views lullaby her
Two boys at play
Just so so
The nature is smile and laugh
Crying his emotional
A boy at fifth, bending and quiet
His hand scrapped the door, his face looked down
Too hard to smile, too lazy to see and to understand
There’s only for the sake of courtesy
Scream and the laughter of friends lullaby him
Tasteless and heartless
21:05

13th February 1998

I can’t stand for the feeling, when the stare doesn’t want to go away
I can’t hold for the trickle when I stare at the vein at the back of your palm
Why should it be a problem to each other?
Why should it be think of each other?
Finally, ‘NO’
Stick and stay
There’s only quiet and motionless body stayed
No reasons to beg
No reasons to cry
No reasons to be hurt and being hurt
Quiet and go on, kid
Even you have to put off your heart and your right arm
Even you have to take it with your teeth and head
Crawl like a wolf
You only have teeth and head
Your teeth are sharp and your brain is sly

13th March 1998

11:32
Sebuah tiang listrik
Tegak, kokoh dan kuat
Tempat anjing – anjing mengangkat kaki dan kencing
Tempat orang – orang meludah dan mengencinginya
Malam hari,
Tempat – tempat gembel meletakkan punggung dan leher
Tempat anjing – anjing bercengkerama
Tempat wanita – wanita cantik menemukan terang dan cahaya

11:40
Orang – orang kalah dan berotot
Sibuk mencari hal di mana ia bias unjuk otot dan gigi
Orang – orang kalah dan sok kuat
Menganggap yang menang itu lemah, tak berhati, tak berfilosofi
Orang – orang kalah pengumbar mulut
Sibuk menual pandangan dan penilaian ‘otaknya’
Orang – orang kalah selalu ada
Orang – orang kalah ‘berotak’ diantara pilar – pilar kertas