The still water greeted me that afternoon,
A somewhat complecity lies in its body.
It might not seem that quiet and calm,
There are still surfaces to feel and explore..
False first impression is what you may have,
Of that still water on the quiet afternoon.
When the sun unwillingly gives,
Its uncompromising ray of orange blades..
Pronouncing proudly to the world,
That he has the ultimate power.
Undeniably can heal and destroy at will.
Vividly he stared at the still water that afternoon..
A little ripple and bubble splashes,
When the mighty seagull plunged his feet
To catch the now squirming fish on his claws..
The stillness has broken,
A life has been stolen from her.
A sudden gush of wind has change her structure.
Reflection of the trees now,
Playing on the surface.
Gurgled, Burglered, disturbed!
Novenia
23.10.2010
12.20
11/10/10
9/11/10
Just for a While
Pull the oars
And let us afloat;
Lie back on board
And bask in the sun.
Just for a while.
Forget the pain
And let me kiss you;
Play make-believe
And savor the lie.
Just for a while.
Before we reach
The shore of reality
Where we've chosen
Different sand to step on.
Cork, Ireland
Aug 11, 2010
12:07 pm
And let us afloat;
Lie back on board
And bask in the sun.
Just for a while.
Forget the pain
And let me kiss you;
Play make-believe
And savor the lie.
Just for a while.
Before we reach
The shore of reality
Where we've chosen
Different sand to step on.
Cork, Ireland
Aug 11, 2010
12:07 pm
8/12/10
PROJECT ANDDY - 02
My theme, as always, is based on nature perspective..since nature has always been the source of reflection..of joy, sorrow or even Pain!!!
Project Alex 02: SPIRAL
Kawat berduri melilit dan menggantung tetapi, aku tidaklah mati…
Aku hidup karena tidak bisa merasakan sakit, mengapa? aku bisu!
Sepatah kata seperti beban berat; Ingin menancap paku tetapi
tanah terlalu jauh dari pijakan. Meludah tak sampai basah,
menusuk kulit seperti terbius tengah-tengah bercinta sepah.
Binalnya kawat berduri melilit habis, tebas api dan angin, meraung.
Satu persatu tiap sengketa tumbang bagai rumput patah tulang.
Yang disebut sebagai mayat adalah bukanlah yang terpaku diam
tetapi, kepada yang hidup namun tak berujar dan bersikap.
Matinya hidupmu adalah kelopak yang tidak mau berkembang,
walaupun sinar memperkosanya tetapi tak satu pun helai
yang rontok dari pijakan. Tak runtuh dari rajam dan tusuk.
Aku adalah yang bukanlah mayat tersebut. Lihatlah! Aku masih
diam tak berucap tetapi, mataku berotasi dan nafasku membelah
debu-debu di bawah dan angin-angin di sekitar. Meraung anjing.
Semakin lama kawat berduri menjilati seluruh lapisan leherku,
Aku tidak merasakan sakit, hanya dapat mendengar endapan
pori-pori kulit mendefinisikan arti kata bebal dan sontoloyo.
Menerima setiap suapan nasi basi dan sampah busuk dari semua
yang berlalu lalang--yang tidak bereaksi melepaskan ikatan--
hanya memberikan makanan, tanpa memberikan minuman.
Aku bukan hiburan! Aku bukan hiburan! Aku butuh disanggah!
Ah! Aku bisa gila! Kawat berduri ini semakin membuatku meringis
karena aku buta, karena aku tuli, karena aku bisu!
Semua hal tentanglah pintu yang menjadi masa depan,
dari pelepasan hukuman gantung dan juga, dari
segala macam mati rasa dan kepala batu.
4 Agustus 2010
SPIRAL
MOONSTONE
Aku hidup karena tidak bisa merasakan sakit, mengapa? aku bisu!
Sepatah kata seperti beban berat; Ingin menancap paku tetapi
tanah terlalu jauh dari pijakan. Meludah tak sampai basah,
menusuk kulit seperti terbius tengah-tengah bercinta sepah.
Binalnya kawat berduri melilit habis, tebas api dan angin, meraung.
Satu persatu tiap sengketa tumbang bagai rumput patah tulang.
Yang disebut sebagai mayat adalah bukanlah yang terpaku diam
tetapi, kepada yang hidup namun tak berujar dan bersikap.
Matinya hidupmu adalah kelopak yang tidak mau berkembang,
walaupun sinar memperkosanya tetapi tak satu pun helai
yang rontok dari pijakan. Tak runtuh dari rajam dan tusuk.
Aku adalah yang bukanlah mayat tersebut. Lihatlah! Aku masih
diam tak berucap tetapi, mataku berotasi dan nafasku membelah
debu-debu di bawah dan angin-angin di sekitar. Meraung anjing.
Semakin lama kawat berduri menjilati seluruh lapisan leherku,
Aku tidak merasakan sakit, hanya dapat mendengar endapan
pori-pori kulit mendefinisikan arti kata bebal dan sontoloyo.
Menerima setiap suapan nasi basi dan sampah busuk dari semua
yang berlalu lalang--yang tidak bereaksi melepaskan ikatan--
hanya memberikan makanan, tanpa memberikan minuman.
Aku bukan hiburan! Aku bukan hiburan! Aku butuh disanggah!
Ah! Aku bisa gila! Kawat berduri ini semakin membuatku meringis
karena aku buta, karena aku tuli, karena aku bisu!
Semua hal tentanglah pintu yang menjadi masa depan,
dari pelepasan hukuman gantung dan juga, dari
segala macam mati rasa dan kepala batu.
4 Agustus 2010
SPIRAL
MOONSTONE
7/18/10
PROJECT ALEX 02: Dear Destiny..
Hey sweet destiny..
Don't you play tricks on me!
Just dance with me,
Under the fullmoon in a midsummer night..
Wrath of anger might be envious,
Alas, that's what he always do..
Let him burried deep in rage,
So he'll weep..weep in vain..
A masquerade in disguise..
Might be a charming fellow..
Or a gorgeous lady..
Who am I to decide?
Let me just dance with sweet dear destiny..
Novenia - 27.04.2010 - 23.36
Don't you play tricks on me!
Just dance with me,
Under the fullmoon in a midsummer night..
Wrath of anger might be envious,
Alas, that's what he always do..
Let him burried deep in rage,
So he'll weep..weep in vain..
A masquerade in disguise..
Might be a charming fellow..
Or a gorgeous lady..
Who am I to decide?
Let me just dance with sweet dear destiny..
Novenia - 27.04.2010 - 23.36
4/18/10
PROJECT ALEX 02: PATAHLAHATI
Mari, tikamlah jantungku!
Pastikan detaknya tiada
S’bab sakit itu
Sayat lukalukaluka
S’tiap tarikan nafasku.
Enggan lagi ‘tuk rasa.
Hancur kini kedokku;
Cukup sudah purapura.
Bunuh aku…
Lekas!
April 18, 2010
21:13
Pastikan detaknya tiada
S’bab sakit itu
Sayat lukalukaluka
S’tiap tarikan nafasku.
Enggan lagi ‘tuk rasa.
Hancur kini kedokku;
Cukup sudah purapura.
Bunuh aku…
Lekas!
April 18, 2010
21:13
4/16/10
PROJECT ALEX 02 -The Essence of Heart
Essence of Heart!
Romeo:
Yes Its me..
Again..
Wording out loud in the open
Uttering the voices that can’t be heard by your mind.
To speak loud & clear, to make you hear of what my mind wants to say…
It’s just about this Romeo that need perfection
Life, breath, dream and hope
Not to mention the spirit lies within
To embrace true soul of your piece of heart
Can’t it be a dream in the sun???
Juliet:
Oh, is it you?
No it can’t be…
I swear upon the universe, that this can’t be!
This is, whatever this is, it is not true!
Perhaps, perhaps, I am going mental as the voices become blurry each second…
My heart…
She becomes weak and fragile every time your soft voice linger
Alas, your enduring silence holds me back all this year!
I was there at the corner of your heart,
Wanting, waiting and withering…
And now you dare to utter those cruel words that have kept me in the dark all this time?!
Romeo:
Cruel it is then..
When the soft tender voices that try to embrace thee..
The whole idea is simplicity of heart…I want you to be the beholder of my half soul
But you broke it into pieces of scattered dream..hanging up high
where no hand could reach
What I have is pure yet earnest.
But why I’m bleeding now, being pushed and derelict?
Juliet:
I did not pushed you!
How dare you punish me with those cruel and cold words to me!!
Breaking every inch of my bones, of my heart, of my soul…
I used to linger for your touch, for your voice, for your kiss
But now the ghost inside of me detest you!
Now after years of yearning, you are not the Romeo I hoped for…
Romeo:
Yet even those words..even those last words
I will wait for thee..even deep in my hatred
My sincere heart will remains..loving thee bit by bit
Second each second..drop by drop
Pieces by pieces..
My tender heart is as certain as death
As eternity as the Flame of Syeol
…my love will remain.
6 March 2010
Written by Anddy Steven & Deisha
4/14/10
Alex Theme 02
Here is my new theme.. Inspired by Theater, mask and all of things... I choose this picture as our next theme ^^ ha8
4/4/10
PROJECT NOVENIA 02:
I am a virgin at my darkness spot
everybody is sick! I need some blood!
Hey Vampires! Die, perish, die!
Loosing the touch of life, is having yourself in the middle of the ocean.
You're trapped without any sign of whatsoever, you'll be just you,
and the greatest thing is that, there'll be none of voices except yours!
Having the grudges in life is like being throttled by harsh waves.
You're verbally slapped by some ass-faces, whoppin whores who talk cheap,
they're all cheap, they're just mollusk, they're dependent, they're weak!
I am a virgin at my darkness spot
everybody is God! I need some prick!
Hey Vampires! Die, perish, die!
everybody is sick! I need some blood!
Hey Vampires! Die, perish, die!
Loosing the touch of life, is having yourself in the middle of the ocean.
You're trapped without any sign of whatsoever, you'll be just you,
and the greatest thing is that, there'll be none of voices except yours!
Having the grudges in life is like being throttled by harsh waves.
You're verbally slapped by some ass-faces, whoppin whores who talk cheap,
they're all cheap, they're just mollusk, they're dependent, they're weak!
I am a virgin at my darkness spot
everybody is God! I need some prick!
Hey Vampires! Die, perish, die!
3/23/10
PROJECT NOVENIA 02 - When I Dream of Blue & Gray
When I dream of Blue & Gray
Ingin kupetik rimanya saat kutatap tiap sudut jiwa di tepian batu itu. Tapi a pa sanggupku hanya seonggok pria hampir tua yang tak menarik apa-apa selain tiap tetes derita di sepanjang hidupnya. Tapi yang patut dipikirkan oleh sang BATU di tengah adalah Pria ini renta karena Semangatnya.
Namun, aku seperti ingin bisu saja hingga tak ucapkan kata-kata. Ingin aku hanya bisa diam saja dan tak gerakkan tiap sel otak ini untuk berhenti berpikir dan tidak meratap.
Namun...biru lautnya terus bangkitkan semangat..hingga bilapun kau tidak menjawabku aku tetap akan menahan setiap segi-segi jiwaku untuk rapatkan di dermagamu.
Mungkin aku sekarang hanya berjalan di Tepi..bermimpi menaruh batuku sendiri di atas hamparan biru yg indah dari dirimu.
Aku sudah ingin duduk saja nikmati sisanya...biar indahnya bersinergi dengan lembutnya membuat tiap hati & mata terpaku. Aku akan tunggu disini...dengan tiap jumput hati.
Walau tiap tanya sering rasuki..tapi hati hampir pasti
Hanya tiap retaknya apakah akan Kau tutupi...
By Anddy Steven
22 March 2010
Ingin kupetik rimanya saat kutatap tiap sudut jiwa di tepian batu itu. Tapi a pa sanggupku hanya seonggok pria hampir tua yang tak menarik apa-apa selain tiap tetes derita di sepanjang hidupnya. Tapi yang patut dipikirkan oleh sang BATU di tengah adalah Pria ini renta karena Semangatnya.
Namun, aku seperti ingin bisu saja hingga tak ucapkan kata-kata. Ingin aku hanya bisa diam saja dan tak gerakkan tiap sel otak ini untuk berhenti berpikir dan tidak meratap.
Namun...biru lautnya terus bangkitkan semangat..hingga bilapun kau tidak menjawabku aku tetap akan menahan setiap segi-segi jiwaku untuk rapatkan di dermagamu.
Mungkin aku sekarang hanya berjalan di Tepi..bermimpi menaruh batuku sendiri di atas hamparan biru yg indah dari dirimu.
Aku sudah ingin duduk saja nikmati sisanya...biar indahnya bersinergi dengan lembutnya membuat tiap hati & mata terpaku. Aku akan tunggu disini...dengan tiap jumput hati.
Walau tiap tanya sering rasuki..tapi hati hampir pasti
Hanya tiap retaknya apakah akan Kau tutupi...
By Anddy Steven
22 March 2010
3/19/10
PROJECT NOVENIA 02 - CURTAIN OF DAYS
The gleaming water greets me that dawn,
Of crystal clear blue horizon ahead..
My somewhat called past just flipped open,
There were pieces of papers in my mind..
Who has arranged them to be in so disorderly manners?
Was it mother earth who silently weeping as I stand upon the soft sand?
Or was it the great Neptune who mercilessly sent the waves crashing to the cliffs in front of me?
I realized, life is not ours to arrange..
Let it find its path..
In the most orderly ways that One can imagine,
To Thee, the mighty ruler of heaven, I submit all..
For I am only a tiny piece of pebbles in Your mountain of rocks,
For You are the beholder of my heart, mind and soul..
The moment I close my curtain of this day in the silent prayers for Your blessings and grace upon us..
Amen..
Novenia - 20.03.2010 - 1.20
Of crystal clear blue horizon ahead..
My somewhat called past just flipped open,
There were pieces of papers in my mind..
Who has arranged them to be in so disorderly manners?
Was it mother earth who silently weeping as I stand upon the soft sand?
Or was it the great Neptune who mercilessly sent the waves crashing to the cliffs in front of me?
I realized, life is not ours to arrange..
Let it find its path..
In the most orderly ways that One can imagine,
To Thee, the mighty ruler of heaven, I submit all..
For I am only a tiny piece of pebbles in Your mountain of rocks,
For You are the beholder of my heart, mind and soul..
The moment I close my curtain of this day in the silent prayers for Your blessings and grace upon us..
Amen..
Novenia - 20.03.2010 - 1.20
3/3/10
PROJECT NOVENIA 02: Falling
Your eyes are the ocean;
And I'm drowned in it.
And I'm drowned in it.
How can I want so much
something
I know so little of?
Your touch is the wet sand;
And I'm wrapped in it.
How can I miss so much
something
I have never had?
Your lips are the cool breeze;
And I'm swept in it.
How can I reap so much
something
I haven't sown before?
March 3, 2010
19:25 Irish Time ^^
I know so little of?
Your touch is the wet sand;
And I'm wrapped in it.
How can I miss so much
something
I have never had?
Your lips are the cool breeze;
And I'm swept in it.
How can I reap so much
something
I haven't sown before?
March 3, 2010
19:25 Irish Time ^^
2/16/10
PROJECT YANI 02: MOONSTONE'S TALES
Truly lavished by pseudo sight.
Truly inspired by the world of none.
I seek to be God of this phantasm world,
unto a sleepless tales unborn.
In my hands I could do might.
In my eyes the witches were fun.
Met the warlocks and the sages told,
told me a sleepless tales unborn.
And so an ardor of fantasy be considered
by the sacred light, a Moonstone bewildered!
Alex Jhon
a.k.a. MOONSTONE
Truly inspired by the world of none.
I seek to be God of this phantasm world,
unto a sleepless tales unborn.
In my hands I could do might.
In my eyes the witches were fun.
Met the warlocks and the sages told,
told me a sleepless tales unborn.
And so an ardor of fantasy be considered
by the sacred light, a Moonstone bewildered!
Alex Jhon
a.k.a. MOONSTONE
1/27/10
PROJECT YANI 02: It's not BLUE
Its not Blue…
When the great word being spoken by those tender lips
Well they come in one purpose..
To hand and to hold
Then why the sky is not blue no more
When the declaration struck the joy of happiness
To slain loneliness. define emptiness
But one sun and moon
All can be seen through
That darkness it no longer exist
Nor pain
Nor hunger
Nor warm
Nor compassion
Not even love…it has been inflamed
With hatred
My heroines…pitfalls…death
All these years of happiness..
Three full moons departed loudly within the poor soul
Those kisses should be mine
Those hugs should be mine
Those smile..
Those hands..
Those missing hearts….
Those joyful moments….
Ooh Lord takes it away spoken out loud in fierce cry
LORD allow your firm hands to touch and smash it!!
I give thee all I can imagine
All thoughts in deepest dream and perfection in words
Delivering the best items exist
Touching with every blast of spoon
Dancing with every sorrow and pain
NOW..this very moment when the truth uncover its seal..
NOW I am standing here facing each wind that blows out
Alone…
With all great nightmares
Hunting down this soul with abandonment
Seeking truth, that buried down. Shattered in pieces like sand
Its not blue anymore
I feel the blue
Inside this deep sorrow
Unforgettable lies
Break the silence of dream
Its not blue…only a heart without a clue
That nightmare could be defined in such way
Its not blue anymore when those doors are meant to be fooled
Seeking justification of this reality of dream…
Standing…cryin…
Till the sun drop dead with pity.
Its just not blue anymore….
I was broken twice............................................
by Anddy Steven
in Memoriam of 2 - 8 January 2010
When the great word being spoken by those tender lips
Well they come in one purpose..
To hand and to hold
Then why the sky is not blue no more
When the declaration struck the joy of happiness
To slain loneliness. define emptiness
But one sun and moon
All can be seen through
That darkness it no longer exist
Nor pain
Nor hunger
Nor warm
Nor compassion
Not even love…it has been inflamed
With hatred
My heroines…pitfalls…death
All these years of happiness..
Three full moons departed loudly within the poor soul
Those kisses should be mine
Those hugs should be mine
Those smile..
Those hands..
Those missing hearts….
Those joyful moments….
Ooh Lord takes it away spoken out loud in fierce cry
LORD allow your firm hands to touch and smash it!!
I give thee all I can imagine
All thoughts in deepest dream and perfection in words
Delivering the best items exist
Touching with every blast of spoon
Dancing with every sorrow and pain
NOW..this very moment when the truth uncover its seal..
NOW I am standing here facing each wind that blows out
Alone…
With all great nightmares
Hunting down this soul with abandonment
Seeking truth, that buried down. Shattered in pieces like sand
Its not blue anymore
I feel the blue
Inside this deep sorrow
Unforgettable lies
Break the silence of dream
Its not blue…only a heart without a clue
That nightmare could be defined in such way
Its not blue anymore when those doors are meant to be fooled
Seeking justification of this reality of dream…
Standing…cryin…
Till the sun drop dead with pity.
Its just not blue anymore….
I was broken twice............................................
by Anddy Steven
in Memoriam of 2 - 8 January 2010
1/17/10
PROJECT YANI 02: A Boy and I
"What does it mean to hope?"
The world shall end in fire;
The sky shall crumble down.
"What does it mean to hope?"
We shall be forsaken, forgotten;
Blood, tears, heartaches shall await.
"But, what does it mean to hope?"
A tree shall survive the fire;
A new sky shall form back.
All ordeals shall pass
And life shall live on.
"So, what does it mean to hope?"
Growing yourself into a man,
Yet keeping your heart a boy.
The world shall end in fire;
The sky shall crumble down.
"What does it mean to hope?"
We shall be forsaken, forgotten;
Blood, tears, heartaches shall await.
"But, what does it mean to hope?"
A tree shall survive the fire;
A new sky shall form back.
All ordeals shall pass
And life shall live on.
"So, what does it mean to hope?"
Growing yourself into a man,
Yet keeping your heart a boy.
1/16/10
PROJECT YANI 02: My Perished Soul
Darkness..consuming my soul..
In the hollowness of the heart, emptiness of the melody..
Helpless..fail to reveal the truth..
In the broken memoirs of the later and the missing past..
Here I am,
Struggling and fighting,
Kicking and scratching,
But you’ll never know..
No more rhythm..
No more beats..
Nor the laughter of joy..
Or a string of solitude..
Dear destiny,
Take my fading soul..
If I should break these tombs..
Of never ending sorrow..
Darkness once again slowly consuming..
Until there’s nothing left in it,
My soul or what the left of it,
Slowly diminishing..
Vanished into thin air..
I can’t breathe anymore..
I’m perished!
Novenia – 16.01.2010 – 21.10
In the hollowness of the heart, emptiness of the melody..
Helpless..fail to reveal the truth..
In the broken memoirs of the later and the missing past..
Here I am,
Struggling and fighting,
Kicking and scratching,
But you’ll never know..
No more rhythm..
No more beats..
Nor the laughter of joy..
Or a string of solitude..
Dear destiny,
Take my fading soul..
If I should break these tombs..
Of never ending sorrow..
Darkness once again slowly consuming..
Until there’s nothing left in it,
My soul or what the left of it,
Slowly diminishing..
Vanished into thin air..
I can’t breathe anymore..
I’m perished!
Novenia – 16.01.2010 – 21.10
1/9/10
PROJECT ALEX 01: Damned Sisters
Dear Sisters, let's feast!
'Till the dawn breaks,
'Till we have to hide
Beneath this fake flesh
And pretend to the world
That our hearts do beat
And we too can bleed.
Once more, the night is ours.
Let's dance the stars away!
And perhaps we'll consume the moon?
To confuse the sun of course!
So tonight shall never end.
We're simply feral vultures,
Trying to be demure doves.
For what? Love?
Ha! It belongs not to us!
Only to mankind, Dear Sisters.
We nocturnes have naught but
This damned pit of sorrows.
Never can we walk in the light
As skeletons that we are.
Daytimes are never ours...
Come, Sisters!
Drink from my tears
And let's own the night!
'Till the dawn breaks,
'Till we have to hide
Beneath this fake flesh
And pretend to the world
That our hearts do beat
And we too can bleed.
Once more, the night is ours.
Let's dance the stars away!
And perhaps we'll consume the moon?
To confuse the sun of course!
So tonight shall never end.
We're simply feral vultures,
Trying to be demure doves.
For what? Love?
Ha! It belongs not to us!
Only to mankind, Dear Sisters.
We nocturnes have naught but
This damned pit of sorrows.
Never can we walk in the light
As skeletons that we are.
Daytimes are never ours...
Come, Sisters!
Drink from my tears
And let's own the night!
PROJECT ALEX 01: Monolog Bebbali
BEBBALI: Minggir! Memangnya kamu pantas jadi petani? Memangnya kamu pantas? Memangnya kamu apa? Apa kamu punya benih? Apakah engkau bisa menyembelih? Apakah engkau tahu bedanya benih dan kurban sembelih? Aku bukan sapi! Aku bukan kambing! Aku bukan babi! Aku orang, dasar anjing! Mengerti tidak, sih? Dasar petani tidak becus! Sampah, bebal, sumpah serapah, bla bla bla, mampuslah sana membusuk di dataran pesona azimat lumpur dan pupuk gembur!
Eh, Petani Miskin, mau masuk surga? Tidak bisa. Tidak bisa! Aku yang lebih pantas. Aku! Lihatlah, lihat! Aku lebih apapun daripadamu; permata lazuali dan keping emas, darah biru dan kulit beludru, berkat ilmu dan berkat raja ratu istana empat kali empat meter persegi. Tanah sepetak tempat aku belajar menjadi "Yang Disempurnakan"; Tempat aku bernafas udara intelektualitas dan belajar menjadi sok dewasa. Tidak ada hama kecil peyot kering kerontang yang bisa membuatku jatuh! Aku akan mendapatkan apapun! Karena aku adalah yang lebih petani darimu dan orang-orang lain. Aku ini gugali dan sengat lebah!
Eh, Petani Tolol, pantas masuk neraka? Engkau itu... tidak sempurna, engkau bukan aku, engkau bukan malaikat! Dan... jika engkau malaikatpun, tidaklah cukup dirimu itu malaikat sempurna. Memangnya... Engkau tahu, hah? Tahu sayap itu apa? Apa? Apa? Jawab! "Sayap adalah sebuah jaringan tisu berbulu?" katamu? Berbulu pantat borokmu! Dasar goblok! Dasar tidak pantas jadi petani! Dasar tidak pantas menuai benih! Dasar tidak pantas jadi malaikat! Dasar! Dasar! Dasar!
Eh, Petani Lemah, selamanya... Aku akan jadi petani yang lebih baik daripadamu! Aku lebih paham benih yang tepat pada musim yang tepat. Aku tahu warna pelangi dan juga bau panen pasti. Jadi kalau belum sadar juga, lebih baik engkau serahkan lahanmu ini. Serahkanlah ayo, serahkan dan istirahat sana!!!--di pojokan para petani yang tidak berguna. Biar aku gemburkan lahan ini dengan caraku sendiri, dan lihatlah aku menari-nari di kuburan impianmu. (Alex Jhon, January 10, 2010)
Eh, Petani Miskin, mau masuk surga? Tidak bisa. Tidak bisa! Aku yang lebih pantas. Aku! Lihatlah, lihat! Aku lebih apapun daripadamu; permata lazuali dan keping emas, darah biru dan kulit beludru, berkat ilmu dan berkat raja ratu istana empat kali empat meter persegi. Tanah sepetak tempat aku belajar menjadi "Yang Disempurnakan"; Tempat aku bernafas udara intelektualitas dan belajar menjadi sok dewasa. Tidak ada hama kecil peyot kering kerontang yang bisa membuatku jatuh! Aku akan mendapatkan apapun! Karena aku adalah yang lebih petani darimu dan orang-orang lain. Aku ini gugali dan sengat lebah!
Eh, Petani Tolol, pantas masuk neraka? Engkau itu... tidak sempurna, engkau bukan aku, engkau bukan malaikat! Dan... jika engkau malaikatpun, tidaklah cukup dirimu itu malaikat sempurna. Memangnya... Engkau tahu, hah? Tahu sayap itu apa? Apa? Apa? Jawab! "Sayap adalah sebuah jaringan tisu berbulu?" katamu? Berbulu pantat borokmu! Dasar goblok! Dasar tidak pantas jadi petani! Dasar tidak pantas menuai benih! Dasar tidak pantas jadi malaikat! Dasar! Dasar! Dasar!
Eh, Petani Lemah, selamanya... Aku akan jadi petani yang lebih baik daripadamu! Aku lebih paham benih yang tepat pada musim yang tepat. Aku tahu warna pelangi dan juga bau panen pasti. Jadi kalau belum sadar juga, lebih baik engkau serahkan lahanmu ini. Serahkanlah ayo, serahkan dan istirahat sana!!!--di pojokan para petani yang tidak berguna. Biar aku gemburkan lahan ini dengan caraku sendiri, dan lihatlah aku menari-nari di kuburan impianmu. (Alex Jhon, January 10, 2010)
PROJECT ALEX 01: The Forgotten
I’m cursing you!
Foul creatures beyond the grave!
For you can’t see the truth..
You’ve been blinded by greed and thirst of blood...
You’re the cursed bloody creatures of the undead…
May your souls detained by the stained clothes of your burials!
Those unwashed stain that has been cursed by Satan himself!
Damned be your spirits and not a reverse can be done for the state…
You will all forever be condemned in the cold, quite dark corners of the tomb…
For you may only spend a day in eternity, just a day!
To let your souls glitch, to taste the faint glimpse of the bright light..
Where you should have been! Where you should have deserved!
But you won’t have it!
You’re the damned!
You’re the cursed!
You’re a waste!
You’re nothing!
You have only a day in eternity, to dance!
Dance inside the cursed grave of your damned souls…
Dance like you never dance before…
For, Alas!
It will only last a while…
You’re the cursed!
You’re the damned!
You’re the wretch!
Dance away, and be the forgotten souls forever…
Novenia – 09.01.2010 – 21.15
Foul creatures beyond the grave!
For you can’t see the truth..
You’ve been blinded by greed and thirst of blood...
You’re the cursed bloody creatures of the undead…
May your souls detained by the stained clothes of your burials!
Those unwashed stain that has been cursed by Satan himself!
Damned be your spirits and not a reverse can be done for the state…
You will all forever be condemned in the cold, quite dark corners of the tomb…
For you may only spend a day in eternity, just a day!
To let your souls glitch, to taste the faint glimpse of the bright light..
Where you should have been! Where you should have deserved!
But you won’t have it!
You’re the damned!
You’re the cursed!
You’re a waste!
You’re nothing!
You have only a day in eternity, to dance!
Dance inside the cursed grave of your damned souls…
Dance like you never dance before…
For, Alas!
It will only last a while…
You’re the cursed!
You’re the damned!
You’re the wretch!
Dance away, and be the forgotten souls forever…
Novenia – 09.01.2010 – 21.15
1/4/10
PROJECT ALEX 01: DARK
When will you come upon this face you bitter dark
flowing through the silent heart
eat me through with your tender desire
cut my heartbeat in existence, swallow every part of hope
no matter hard I try, your hard face touch my penniless sense
I try and I try...even when i have to loose all breath and blood
You evil destiny..why man always blame on thee
I took your every hand..but I keep falling apart like angels without wings
no perfection is needed.
I want to embrace you sweet sun...
my sweet rose of bright star..
but you slipped your hand through my hope
You broke it apart like demons broke the heaven
You took my breath away
Please be here in every moments of my dream
please don't take it away
Please point your fingers on me...with pride swallowed.
please don't destroy the perfectness of joy....
Please..I will never walk again
the death of my half soul
Fly in the mist of sorrow
where i can't reach..
its too deep to swim in
i fall in the darkness
cornered...dragged...
no way to survive
I..Me...my lone soul
crying in depth
crying in dry land
crying in early summer
crying without water
I was born to telling you the true Magic Word of LOVE
but i was down on my knee..begging every breath you take
Reaching with empty Jar of hope
Dear sweet Olive...
In the death of my sorrow soul
I will diggin
I will climbin
I will reachin
see through every hope and light
go down to every bit of pieces.....
lookin for your existence to fill this empty bottle of mine
I love you with no question!
but Now the words will vanished with the dance of death...
with the perish dreams...
and lost hope,,
lost memory,,
taken,,
lone,,
bit,,
one,,
l,,
Loneliness,,Deepest DARK...
when thou bring JOY!
I cry in the corner!!!
PS:Dedicated in Memorial of 31st January 2008 at the peak of BNI 46 Cilantro 3 - 7 PM
May my dream last....in the sweet can of my heart!
flowing through the silent heart
eat me through with your tender desire
cut my heartbeat in existence, swallow every part of hope
no matter hard I try, your hard face touch my penniless sense
I try and I try...even when i have to loose all breath and blood
You evil destiny..why man always blame on thee
I took your every hand..but I keep falling apart like angels without wings
no perfection is needed.
I want to embrace you sweet sun...
my sweet rose of bright star..
but you slipped your hand through my hope
You broke it apart like demons broke the heaven
You took my breath away
Please be here in every moments of my dream
please don't take it away
Please point your fingers on me...with pride swallowed.
please don't destroy the perfectness of joy....
Please..I will never walk again
the death of my half soul
Fly in the mist of sorrow
where i can't reach..
its too deep to swim in
i fall in the darkness
cornered...dragged...
no way to survive
I..Me...my lone soul
crying in depth
crying in dry land
crying in early summer
crying without water
I was born to telling you the true Magic Word of LOVE
but i was down on my knee..begging every breath you take
Reaching with empty Jar of hope
Dear sweet Olive...
In the death of my sorrow soul
I will diggin
I will climbin
I will reachin
see through every hope and light
go down to every bit of pieces.....
lookin for your existence to fill this empty bottle of mine
I love you with no question!
but Now the words will vanished with the dance of death...
with the perish dreams...
and lost hope,,
lost memory,,
taken,,
lone,,
bit,,
one,,
l,,
Loneliness,,Deepest DARK...
when thou bring JOY!
I cry in the corner!!!
PS:Dedicated in Memorial of 31st January 2008 at the peak of BNI 46 Cilantro 3 - 7 PM
May my dream last....in the sweet can of my heart!
1/2/10
PROJECT ANDDY 01: Emptyness
I want to run this tears like the clouds
vanished through the coldest win
when the sky and air won't be together
Screaming the unspoken words
Is it me who is dreaming?
Or just the sky is too high to be reach?
You and your purest soul will be thrown away with despair
falling down like snow and cracking inside soul
The EMPTY NESS rest in my soul
without cover
without heart
without care
that drag me into death
vanished through the coldest win
when the sky and air won't be together
Screaming the unspoken words
Is it me who is dreaming?
Or just the sky is too high to be reach?
You and your purest soul will be thrown away with despair
falling down like snow and cracking inside soul
The EMPTY NESS rest in my soul
without cover
without heart
without care
that drag me into death
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