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

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

PROJECT NOVENIA 02: Falling

Your eyes are the ocean;
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 ^^

PROJECT NOVENIA 02 - MAIN SOURCE

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

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

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.