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Angan
Hunuskan pedang sampai putus
Tanamkan jantung di tanah tandus
Arungi darah yang berarus
Jangan hanya berdiam di dalam kubus
Runcingkan taring
Atas bawah depan belakang samping
Pecahkan semua berkeping-keping
Jangan menunggu semua hingga kering
Tebas semua rintangan
Injak seluruh perasaan kehilangan
Lupakan semua kenangan
Gelap dan terang harus dijalankan
Namun semua hanya mimpi
Tak lebih dari ilusi
Aku hanya bisa bersembunyi
Dan membuat puisi menyedihkan ini
Inconsistent Ignorance
In these new days,
Do you see disappointment all over my face?
Or do you see grace?
Are you amazed?
Sometimes I do holy, sometimes I do sin
Riding in the trolley, the devil just grin
Corrupted by the society
I live my life inconsistently
“Ride the snake”, said Jim
“Ride the Jaguar”, said the man in green
Don’t know what to choose
Maybe I better do the blues
The coffee is black and the milk is white
To live is a drag, but to die is a fright
Don’t know what to choose
Maybe I better lose
Hampa, Kosong, Nihil, Nol
Hampa. Aku serupa dupa, yang menyala tanpa apa-apa.
Kosong. Aku seperti anjing yang menggonggong, muak terhadap semua yang serba bolong.
Nihil. Aku selayak kail, yang terus menarik tanpa ada hasil.
Nol. Aku bagai matras jebol, yang tenggelam dalam rutinitas tolol.
I Am What I Am
I am the right handed Kurt Cobain.
I am the straight Andy Warhol.
I am the happy Ian Curtis.
I am the white Barrack Obama.
I am the unholy Mother Theresa.
I am the altruistic Lou Reed.
I am the sexy Beth Ditto.
I am the realist Salvador Dali.
I am the horny Pope John Paul.
I am the serious Frank Zappa.
I am the racist Nelson Mandela.
I am the logical Michel Gondry.
I am the idealistic Britney Spears.
I am the poor Bill Gates.
I am the sober Timothy Leary.
I am the idiot Albert Einstein.
I am the moslem Jesus Christ.
It’s an Orgasmic World
This is an orgasmic world. Yes, it is.
This is an orgasmic world. There are many things in the world that are worth exploring, worth touching, worth feeling, and then finally it will makes you excited.
This is an orgasmic world. But like any orgasmic experience, you will get tired after you experienced it.
This is an orgasmic world. Even though you will get tired after it, you’ll want more.
This is an orgasmic world. You’ll experience those exciting feelings once again.
This is an orgasmic world. You will once again get tired because of the exciting feelings.
This is an orgasmic world. You still want more.
This is an orgasmic world. Another exciting experience is ended.
This is an orgasmic world. You still get tired, but this time you will be very tired and you will sleep.
Is that an orgasmic world too? Who knows.
St Narcissist
I look at the mirror
I see the new Hitler
I’m your new saint
I’m as beautiful as a falling rain
Stronger than Zeus
Holier than Jesus
Kneel to me everyday
Like Mother Theresa did on her last day
I can be your devil
I can be your God
I can be your saviour
If you let me do my job
Everyone said that God will always looking after us
What everyone don’t know is I have took his eyes