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A Bathroom's Daydream

It might be good,

    not to take notes of life

    in the pages of diary book

One time,

    if we read it again

    sweet, makes us want to go back

    bitter, makes our sorrow unforgettable

It might be good,

    reflect on life

    in a quiet bathroom

No need to be ashamed,

    to remember, smile or cry

After that,

    flush all of them

    be ready to receive new food

    that is better than yesterday

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Good Morning, God!

 

I open the window,

God greets me

    "what do you want today?"

    "God," I said, "liberate all the oppressed souls"

 

God smiles through fragrance of roses

 

My parrot sings happily enjoying the smell

    I open the cage

    extend my hand inside

    touch her

She looks at me in doubt

    I nod my head

She flies to the blue sky

Good morning God

Thank you

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RRI, 06:00 WIB (Radio of the Republic of Indonesia, 06:00 West Indonesian Time)

   : Attorney General Baharudin Lopa

 

They're over, the cheerful songs greeting the morning

 

I pour a glass of water, and drink it all

    you're talking over there in the corner,

delivering the news

    to us [listeners]

    to  [everybody]

 

An obituary pierces the morning dew

 

the sun jumps up suddenly

the bird stops singing

nature sorrows

silent

    listen to the breeze whisper!

    "soon, this dry soil will crack even more"

 

Another song is played again

 

I light a cigarette, blow the smoke

    I see some people laugh, in the smoke

    to joyfully welcome the bad news

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Why Do I Love You?

 

your eyes look at my eyes

your fingers touch my fingers

you smile, I’m flattered;

a simple beginning of love

because

Your love is no more than a morning

that always wakes (me) up

 

you open the net of my heart,

you pour the wine into my cup,

two centimeter from the bottom,

‘I don’t want you to be drunk’, you said

 

because

your love is no more than light that

accompanies the night

 

no enchant chain of words,

my words sink into your hugs

your words are foundered in my hands’ reach,

your heartbeats thunder my chest, explode but does not

scratch, ripples but does not become waves,

moves softly,

closes my eyes and your eyes in the beauty

that does not soar

 

because

Your love is no more than a swallow of water that

quench my thirst

 

you do not let my sorrow becomes cry,

you do not let my laugh makes me be forgetful,

you never put stocks in my leg so that

I can walk, run,

you never tie chains in my hands,

so that I can hold the world,

to materialize hope,

because

Your love is the blanket that calms me

 

you let me:

go and come in your poem

to choose the lyrics to write my story

because

Your love is the wind that guides me

you liberate me

into an independent soul

 

that’s why

I love you

indeed…

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Ballad of the Defeated

 

maybe we are just tired after centuries of debates

to see the tree and mountain fall down one by one

valley and river are full of stones

and the rain that is reluctant to come to the ground

 

maybe we are just tired after centuries of anger

to see the river and sea blackened because of spilled oil

the big fishing boat that continuously spread its net

forces away the fishermen's boats to the [shallow] coastal waters

 

maybe we are just tired, losing energy

to breath the smog from the cars that fills6

the air

the bad smell from scattered garbage

the clogged up ditch in all over the city

 

maybe we are just tired and almost giving up

to the law of the nature that has begun to change

maybe we are just tired because the rays from the fire starts to dim

blown by the strong wind without any barriers

maybe we are just tired because we are tired

all out of energy all out of blood [=bled dry]