I’m left with an air filled with mouth and tongue ajar.
Her low is her tower, her high is punctured by rapture,
which comes full circle and left me numb with pure bliss.
My Darling Revenant
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Bliss in the abyss
Secangkir rupawan kuraup dari belasan harap
Beribu jari serakah menderita karenanya
Dan dosapun tersipu malu
Pertama kali melangkah dalam masa depan
Pertama tembikar mengecap perupanya
Serunya, “Ketuk jarimu menetaskan benih baru!
Dan lahirku berlipat setiap detaknya!”
Menyatupun terlampaui
Aku dan dirimu, ada dan tiada
Brewww, 20:18
Little terror wretch
A brimming cackle, a soft thunder, a seducing why, till I almost cry. (Ha ha of pity)
Concerning trials of terror, a gremlins nuisance wore, is best suited more to a whore.
I hardly say more, less than anyone wish to adore.
There! I said my peace, now leave me be.
Lest there will not be anything that can appease my warring tantrums.
Life as it is
I ask a sage who walks million miles in penance through deserts of lost memoirs and hopes that never come to pass.
“What ails you my fair king?”
He offers me his pale palm that shows too many secrets of life, creation, and the end of Time.
“But there is nothing wrong here, and I come here to set you free.”
A watery possibilities runs through his tears, billions and trillions, escalating infinitely, oblivious to worldly favors and jugglers all around.
“Am I set to be the one to set you free?”
And his bed unfolds, and I saw the forgotten glow.
Then I understand, when to choose the right wind to ride for next destination.
Rajnigandha
Sebuah pucat mendesiskan kisah-kisah berdendang
Nampaknya sayup embun malam menaruh galau pada kelopak eloknya
Maraknya pesta semalam di angannya,
Lenyap terlahap kecewa puting beliung yang sekejap saja berkuasa.
Fajar telah bersiap-siap menyibak kelambu ranjangnya
Iringan lelembut satu per satu kembali menyatu dengan alam
Dan ia masih merenung menunggu sabar, senja yang nanti beristirahat di pangkuannya.
Bleeding Sapphires
You don’t have to count your blessings
Every so often when hordes from the otherside came for their boon
They left a trickle or two from your wrist, that healed gruelingly
Those blood stones shows where you came from
Those who used to roam and reign the skies before the earth awakens
Gathered celestial flowers and sow the seeds of dancing thoughts
Wake your eyes wide open, for Daybreak is about to run off again from her Keeper
A renewed glistering passage awaits anxiously ahead
Sometime later, now and then
Leave a sliver of your memories behind for them to devour
All is fair, all debts vanished in thin air
for the one who abides and fear not the ancient law
Bandung, 17 Oct 2009
Recuperating and never stops creating
Il Pentamerone
Before Brothers Grimm and Charles Perrault, few of the classic greatest story teller, there is Giambattista Basile (1566 or 1575 – February 23, 1632), an Italian Poet, coutier and fairy tales collector (courtesy from wikipedia)
This frame-story, consist of 50 tales told in five days, instead of 10. What I found is the illustrated 32 tales, translated by John Edward Taylor, initially published in 1847.
Fairy tales are always marvelous and fascinates individuals who always keep their doors open for another bite of flights of fancy.
Here
you can finally rest in your favorite spot and take your usual cup (can/glass/barrel) of your fave self indulgent routine in addition to release all the tension you have after a long tedious work. Sit, lay down, or even sprawl like a tired monkey and be ready for a long journey out of this monotonous mundane world.
Picture taken from www.artpassions.net
To be or not to be
You wonder on how a sage still endured the agony of physical pain that’s caused by jealousy of others.
You still wonder on how the same saint still forgives the treachery he was being brought down into.
And there you are, whining on how a best friend could betrayed you being delusional while she(he) even whisper lies to her(him)self to protect their hollow bitter foul heart.
And still there you are, standing in the midst of astonishment, trying to make sense of this world’s reality, knowing it’s just an illusion taunting you to drown in their game and forget who you really are.
A slander, a shallow mock of it who “doesn’t know that it doesn’t know”.
Would you stooped down to their level of ignorance?
Gemini
“Ada mata mencelat lampaui batas lingkaran api hidupnya,”
ungkap senoktah cahaya yang memantau dirinya dari jarak jauh.
“Ada mata mencelat, meninggalkan bekas pelangi sewarna walau tak sama,”
ungkap senoktah cahaya yang masih memantau dirinya dari jarak yang kian menjauh.
Kau kira awal harus berhujung?
Atau akhir harus kemudian merelakan awal lahir kembali?
“Saya… Kau kira tidak.” (cermin menyaksikan diri sendiri)
The spider who dare to tread my bed
She struts and slowly descending from Mary’s rustic colored robe, down from her clasped hands skittering to and fro minding her work of pride.
Hi said I, trying as best as possible to be courteous. (please don’t come near my bed, please don’t ever come near my bed, don’t you ever dare come near my bed)
I dare you she said.
How dare you (slapping sound and then another bang)
She’s nowhere to be seen. But as soon as relief comes to mind, you can guess by now what victory is at hand.
You care cause you can see me, she said. How many wriggly, icky, nasty, squirmy things have you got on yourself inside and out, while you’re busy preventing something that hadn’t touch you yet and probably wouldn’t, ignoring the fact that they had nested and replicating itself hundreds of times? Probably billions.
Another smack. Then she’s gone for good.
I care because I notice. So I said, with a heave of disregard.
So the spider went on with her work.
Uttering to herself, maybe another couple of minutes or maybe an hour I come by and hassle some more. Tomorrow maybe or the day after when she’s on her sleep.