Semeru.

"nature is truth, and you got to see it with a wide naked eyes open"


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As the native of Indonesia, I don’t really know what “Semeru” means. But that’s not important because whatever the name, its beauty has been poisoning my eyes first since I stepped my foot on its edge. the feeling of tired-caused-of-walking and climbing up the hills-for three hours was answered by the view in front of my eyes. I walk to the lake called “Ranu Kumbolo” and again, I don’t know what the name means (*sucks). The view is so pure, fresh, nature, and truth (“nature is truth”) now I understand why people are crazy about the beauty of nature, because once it poisons your eyes, it will attack your brain! And you’re brainwashed by its beauty!

The sea of hundreds lost.

The biggest joke most people often said to me is “Graduate soon, and get a good job”

“I love what I have, I am, and I will - learned/learning/learn”

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I was at the middle of the busy harbor, where I had no destination to go. People were busy taking chances on every room opens. They didn't even realize that the rooms were only for 2 people. It were just small and few rooms and there were hundreds of them filling their own paper written their name with their medals of honor. The papers were selling them in a very low price. But I didn't see what they saw; I saw blindness of unguided innocent and the laugh of the bourgeois. And I realized we were not one of the passengers and we won’t be, we were  something underwater they were fishing. It was just a matter of time for me, to became one of them, fighting and racing to take the bait.

to contemplate.

what can be more sharper than a moon tonight

whose shine can cut off the dark and dim the light

the sky is bright with light sharper than a samurai

tear off the dark and brighten the eye

Yes! God can be so adorable for its masterpiece

so my question is,

if you, she, he, me, or even WE

can be so amazed with that shiny, gloomy, and sparkly --

why haven't we praise God already?

intimacy.

as if, life acts so cruel

creates the feel of un-able.

I lean both my hand circle

inside a shell and I

rested next to the pearl.

and hand, merges the warm,

rests the terrible storm

closes the eyes, sent to calm

and any other disturbances, disarmed!

some part of life could die already

i loose what world can take from me

SELFISHLY!!

Yes! it promised me chance and opportunity

beautiful and seductively

but this

an unpromised intimacy

gives me no opportunity

at all, but -- calm on eternity

calm on eternity.

rain.

It’s been raining all day

The sky has turned into all gray

Not rain nor storm I’m afraid to

But miss my chance to be with you

Rain is not the something to be upset

Beauty outside when it’s all wet

The leaves, glossy, the sofa, cozy

With you I’ll be, if I'm not sleepy  :)

Here comes the shine, the end of rain

I end my poem and work again.

(puisi nganggur!)

dibawah kakimu

ketika kau tak mampu menggapainya,

akan kurebahkan diriku dibawah kakimu

supaya kau bisa melangkah,

berjalan, berlari, menyeberang,

menggapai, mengambil, meraih,

menyentuh, menggenggam, mendekat,

ataupun menjauh.

namun,

kau yang berdiri tegap dan berjalan menginjakku

yang terbaring tergelepak di alas kakimu

dan kau dengan nafas berburu,

beringas, berlari, memanjat,

mencakar cakar.

mencoba mengambil seluruh isi langit

dan memasukanya kedalam sakumu

saku raksasamu, beserta beberapa

ratusan, ribuan, jutaan, milyaran,

gram,kilo, ton,

emas, permata, berlian,

dan materi materi duniawi lainnya.

yang

sekiranya kau lupa

kemarin telah mengambilnya.

lihatlah aku, terinjak dibawahmu,

yang cukup bahagia

hanya untuk memastikan

kau memilikinya.

(collected from status history)

sonnet 18 (rephrased)

shall I compare thee

to the butter that fly beautifully?

thou are actually --more lovely,

and surely,

much more worthy,

than every every every every,

every

and every.

in short 

all of my word,

is nothing worth

than

"I love thee"

(collected from status history)

poemless voice.

There must be a line,

rhytm,

stanza,

in a poem

but,

there aren't them

in my poemless voice.

Blocked

by a huge 

fullstop.

(a reflection)

the man in season

the man in season

who walks so certain

just for a matter of sensation

walk strongly, without direction

he died erased by the next rain

the sign, the change of season.

(it was a very long time ago)

dad.

One day GOD ordered the death angel to take a human’s life. The angel did it immediately, then for a second he observed the creature and then he said to God, “How poor this creature is”
God look at him and said, “I made it!”

The angel seemed curious, confused, “God, you said that human is the most perfect creature in this life”.
“Yes.” God responded
“I didn't see any perfection in this creature” the angel said
“Really??”

The angel complained “Look at this creature, look at his poor form… so creepy, ugly, and what is this?a body like a barren land... and look his wrinkled skin, not-so-perfect case for a creature, also the eyes, the poor-rotten eyes, I don’t like eyes that way, a pair of powerless watery eyes sometimes... and a forced hunchback at the end of the day, what is so perfect about it?, does human born that way?”
“Not all, just this kind of human…” GOD answered
“I made it perfectly.” GOD added
“So how he could be like this poor?” the angel asked curiously
GOD explained “This kind of human do that, he suffers himself, and even tortured himself to fulfil the other humans’ need. But I didn't make him suffer always, I gave him happiness, and even he did all that for his happiness. When he is happy, he looks so perfect in this poor body”
“So when this kind of human be happy? look beautiful?” 
“When the other humans he called family be happy!” Said GOD
The angel nodded, “He works for it?? So this kind of human fulfill the other humans’ needs, desire, everything?”
“Yes!”
“What is it? A slave?” the angel asked

GOD stared at the creature affectionately
“NO, I named it FATHER, because he did it all sincerely.”