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SOMEONE IN A BIG BUS STATION


SEE SOMEONE WHO IS LOOKING FOR
THE CARRIAGE HE WANTS
BROKERS OF A BIG BUS STATION
WHO ARE USUALLY IMPOLITE AND INSISTENCIUS
FOR SUPPOSE THE MAN IS IN CONFUSING
THEN CATCH HIM SOON TOGETHER
LIKE A HUNGER LION GETS ITS DELICIOUS FOOD
“JAKARTA?” “SURABAYA?” “JOGYA?” “SOLO?”
“NOT HERE, THERE” “NOT THAT, THIS”
“FOLLOW ME, DON’T FOLLOW HIM”
“LETS GO WITH ME” “YOU ARE MINE”
THEY SAY LIKE THE CHEEPING BIRD
WITH PULL THE MAN SOMEWHERE THEY LIKE
AND URGE HIM TO FOLLOW THEM
“STOP, AND HEAR ME!
I’M LOOKING FOR A BUS
THAT WILL BRING ME TO HEAVEN.
CAN YOU TELL ME, SIRS?”
SAYS THE MAN CLEARLY
MAKE THEM SURPRISED AND FINALLY
WENT TO LEAVE THE MAN ALONE


ONE SOMETHING SILENT FLOWER IN THE HEART


IF MY CHOICE
I’M VERY HAPPY
LIVE IN THE GARDEN
WHERE IS TO WAKE AND TO PROTECT
UNDERSTAND AND LOVING BEAUTY IS REALLY
BECAUSE
TO CREATE LIKE THAT
WHAT CAN I DO
EXCEPT TO SURRENDER
ALTHOUGH PEOPLE
CAN MAKE HISTORIES
WITH THOUSAND WILL POWER AND SPIRIT
NOTHING TO CREATE
CAN PREVENT
THE DESIGN OF GOD


INDONESIAN ALPHABET

FIVE OF THE TWENTY SIX LETTERS
OF MY INDONESIAN ALPHABET ARE LIVE
BUT THE REST OTHERS ARE DIE
I DON’T KNOW WHY
THAT IS THE REASON WHY
I’VE EVER ASKED TO WHOEVER I MET
THERE WERE TWO REACTIONS OF THEM;
ONE WAS INDIFFERENT
AND THE OTHER ONE WAS AFFECTED
THE INDIFFERENT PERSON SAID,
“I DON’T KNOW!”
BUT THE AFFECTED SAID,
“WE CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT!”
THAN I WAS DISAPPOINTED
IF MORE THAN 200 MILLIONS OF INDONESIAN
PEOPLE ARE DIE
MUST IT STILL “I DON’T KNOW”
OR “WE CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT IT”?
THEREFORE I GET AWAY TO THE WATER
SEA, STONES, SANDS, SUN MOON AND STARS
BUT THEY DIDN’T SAY ANYTHING
THEY WERE QUIET,
REALLY QUIET
AND SILENT
AND I WAS VERY VERY DISAPPOINTED
THEN I GIVE THEM ALL
TO MY GOD ALMIGHTY
WHILE GO ON TO ATTEND FOR
MY LIVE LETTERS THOSE ARE MINORITY
AMONG THE REST OTHERS DIE
THOSE ARE MAJORITY
ON THE NEXT NIGHT
I DREAM DEMOCRATIC
AND HUMAN RIGHT

CRYING IN THE MIDNIGHT

THERE WAS CRYING IN THE MIDNIGHT
WITH A SUFFERING PRAYER OF THE BROKEN HEART
CRIED OUT OF THE SILENCE TO INTERRUPT
THE NIGHT SOUNDS OF THE INSECT ELEGY
THERE WAS CRYING IN THE MIDNIGHT
FLIED UP ON THE SKY
STABBED THE HEAVEN WALL
TO REQUEST THE LORD COMPASSION
THERE WAS CRYING IN THE MIDNIGHT
OF THE MOTHER EARTH SUFFERING
ABOUT THE LOVING SOUNDS AND DAUGHTERS
WHO SLAYED SINLESS
BY THE HUMANITY ENEMIES



POEM IN ALONG DRY SEASON


DRY GRASS
BROWN LEAFS
RUSTLING SOUNDS
OF BAMBOOS SHRUBBERY
INTERRUPT THE SONG OF DAILY
DUSTY OF AIR ON THE SKY
POISON IN THE HEART
STRONGLESS AND LANGUID
OF ANIMAL CRYING
DROUGHT OF THE TREES LEAFLESS
CAN’T PREVENT THE WIND STORMING
OF THE DRY SEASON
THE LIFE EXPRESSIONS
MADE BROWN THE PANORAMA
WRAPPED THE LOOK DESTRUCTED THE HOPE
THE BRIGHT OF THE SUNSHINE
CAN’T WIPE THE DARKNESS OF SOUL
SUFFER OF THE BARREN SOUL
PRESSED DOWN BY THE HEART CRYING
AND THE BITTERNESS OF THE NIGHT TOO
DAYS RUN TOTTERY FOR THE THREAT
OF THE THOUSAND DISASTERS
WHICH ARE GOING TO HAPPEN
THE LOST MORNING
THE BROKEN AFTERNOON
RINGING OF THE CLOCKS
ACCOUNT THE SILENT
OF THE WHOLE NIGHT
IN THIS ALONG DRY SEASON


AFTER DESTRUCTION THE JUNGLE


FOR THE DESTRUCTION OF THEIR DWELLING IN THIS WORLD
AND ALSO ALL OF THEIR TREASURES ARE ROBBED
BY THE PRETEXT TO DEVELOP ECONOMY PEOPLES
AND THE RISING OF A NEW ERA TOO
WHICH IS CLEANING SO MUCH FROM THE CCN
SO THEN…
THE WILD ANIMALS WHICH ARE DESPERATE AND RANDOM
GO IN DROVES TO ATTACK
THE HEART AND THOUGHT OF MAN
FOR BUILD UP THEIR JUNGLE THERE
AND MAKE NEW PALACE THEM AGAIN
COMPLETE WITH ALL OF THEIR JUNGLE CUSTOMS
NOW
IN THE HOPE
THEY PRAYER AND ASK TO THE LORD
FOR BLESSES THEM
(OH, MAY BE SUCCESSFUL, MAY NOT BE?)



A STREET-BOY’S POEM

I’M A STREET BOY
MY NAME IS LOVE
WHICH IS THROWN FROM THE EMBRACE
THE OLD CLOTHE ON MY BODY
ALWAYS THE REMEMBERS ME
TO MOTHERS EMBRACING THE HARM
AND THE HOLLOW BRIDGE
WHERE I TOOK SALTER
FROM THE SUN BURNING HOT
AND COLD AIR OF THE NIGHT
CONSULS ME EVERY TIME
FROM THE BED FATE AND SOLITARY
WITH THE BROKEN HEART
I DRAG MY FEET AWAY
INDEED ONLY FOR A HUNGER
AS THEN ME KNOW
THE LITTLE YOU THREW TO ME
AND I TO BE ADDICTING
I GIVE YOU MY UPWARDS PALM
AND YOU CALLED ME A STREET BOY
A LIFE BEGGAR
MY REQUEST OF YOUR PITY
BUT YOU SUPPOSE ME
AS A ROBBER
THEN YOU ARE AFRAID
YOU CATCH ME
AND THROW MY BODY INTO THE DITCH
AT THAT PLACE
I DON’T KNOW
WHO IS MY REAL NAME



MOTHEREARTH’S POEM

I’M WIDE LAND
I’M UNDERLAYER OF OCEAN
I’M GATE
I’M HARBOUR OF FOREIGN SHIPS
I’M AIR
I’M THE FRESH BREASTING
WHICH MAKES LENGTHEN THE AGE
I’M WATER
WHICH IS NEVER DRY
I’M PLANTS
I’M SILK CARPET
I’M FLOWER WITH ITS VARIOUS
I’M THE ENORMOUS MOUNTAINS
I’M THE STARS LIGHTENING ON THE SKY
I’M THE WHITE CLOUD OF SOUL LOVING
I’M THE SONG OF THE PHILOSOPHERS
I’M RAINBOW
I’M LONG OF THE LONG
I’M GOODS
I’M TREASURES ALL OF NEEDED
I’M POLE
I’M GENERATION
I’M WOMB
I’M BLOOD
I’M YOUR MOTHER MILK
INDONESIA
I’M A MOTHER
MY CHILDREN
I ASK YOU WHY
WHY DO YOU LEAVE YOUR DEDICATION?
LISTEN!
NOW
I’M THE HOME
WHICH YOU HAVE LEFT
THE YARD
WHICH ISN’T PRESERVING
THE LOVE
WHICH YOU HAVE CURSED
THE HEART
WHICH YOU HAVE ANNOYED
THE SOUL
WHICH YOU HAVE VIOLATED
THE LIFE
WHICH YOU HAVE OMITTED
NOW
I BECOME A NIGHT
THAT WILL BE SO MUCH SILENT
IN THE TIRE OUT WAITING
OF YOUR COMING BACK



A HUNGER FACE OF LIFE

LONELY ON A VAGUELY PATHWAY
AT A DARK AND SILENT NIGHT
WHEN WAS DECEIVING BY
THE TRACKS OF THE LIFE TRICKS EXPRESSION
SUDDENLY CAME SOMEONE FROM THE DARK
CAUGHT ME ON MY WAY
WITH A POINTED KNIFE
TOWARD MY HEART
“WHERE ARE YOUR HEART, LEVER AND LUNGS?
GIVE ALL TO ME, OR YOU WILL DIE WITHOUT THEM.
QUICK!”
HE THREATENED ME AND PRESSURE MY BODY
AT A BIG HIGH WALL
THEN
BEFORE I HAD A CHANCE TO CHOOSE
SUDDENLY HE HAS STUBBED ME VERY VERY DEEP
BEGAN TO OPEN AND BRING OUT
ALL OF MY BREAST CONTENTS
THEN ATE THEM ALL GREEDILY
UNTIL FINISH WITHOUT REMAINDER
“OH, MY GOD!” I SAY IN MY HEART WITH PITY
THEN I SAY TO HIM, “IF YOU NEED MORE,
I’LL GIVE YOU OTHERS!”
HE LOOKS UP TO ME
BY THE FLASH LIGHTENING
I CAN SEE HIS FACE
SURELY AS A HUNGER AND THIRST
OF THE NATURAL LIFE EXPRESSION
IN A LONG DRY SEASON
“NO! YOU’RE THE LAST THAT PROVE
MOST OF PEOPLE HAVE ONLY HEART,
LIVER AND LUNGS IN THEIR BREAST
BUT HAVE NO LOVE.
SO THEN, MANY PEOPLES DIE
WITH HEART, LIVER AND LUNGS WITHOUT LOVE”
SUDDENLY HE SAID LOUDLY AND CLEARLY
AND I WAS WONDERING.
WITH FALLING RAIN
HE DISAPPEARED IN THE DARKNESS
AND BACK I WAS ALONE
IN THAT WAY
DOING THE LIFE
WHILE WRITING POEM



A SMALL BIRD WITH ITS SWEET DREAM

A SMALL BIRD
WITH ITS SWEET DREAM
GET AWAY FROM THE HABITAT
AND COME NEAR TO THE EAGLE NEST
WHICH IS BUSY
IN FEEDING ITS LITTLE'S
THOSE ARE TOO TALKY AND GREEDY
“HI, MY GOOD FRIEND, EAGLE.
WHAT CAN I HELP YOU?” SAID
THE SMALL BIRD KINDLY
“THERE IS. YOUR HEAD IS
DELICIOUS FOOD FOR THEM”
SAY THE EAGLE IN A HURRY



RABBIT FOUND A MAP

ONE DAY THERE WAS A RABBIT
WHICH HAS JUST LOOSED FROM
THE LION HUNTING
SURPRISE AND AFRAID
BECAUSE ON THAT DAY
HE FOUND A ROLL OF CLOTHE
WHICH AFTER OPENED
ACTUALLY WAS A MAN DRAWING MAP
LYING DOWN WITHOUT SENSE
AT THE DARK AND SILENT SHRUBBERY
“OH, MY GOD!” SAID THE RABBIT FEARLY
“IF TODAY THE MAN LIFE DRAWING MAP
FOUND LYING DOWN WITHOUT SENSE AT THE
DARK AND SILENT SHRUBBERY I LIVED...
WHAT ISN’T IT MEANING THAT YESTERDAY OR
WHEN, THERE WAS SCIENTISTS HAVE EVER
LOST THEIR MAP?”
THEN
HE RAN AWAY AS FAST AS HE COULD
AND RETURNED TO HIS FAMILY IN PEACE


THE TRENDY CLOTHES

IN ORDER TO BECOME TRENDY
IN A BIG FUTURE PARTY WHICH HIS NAME
IS WRITTEN AS A FORMAL PERSON INVITATION
GOES SOMEONE TO THE CLOTHING SHOP
AND SEEKS THE CLOTHES HE LIKES
“WHICH CLOTHES DO YOU WANT, SIR?
THIS OR THAT? COLOR? DON’T WORRY!
QUITE COMPLETE HERE
YOU CAN CHOOSE AS YOU WANT
OR, PUT IT ON.
THIS WHICH IS TRENDY NOW?” SAYS THE SERVER
WHISPERINGLY AND GIVES THE MAN
ONE OF THE CLOTHES SHE MEANS
“THANK YOU VERY MUCH!
BUT WHATEVER IS TRENDY NOW,
IT WILL PASS AND TO BE WORN.
NOW, I WANT THE FUTURE CLOTHES TRENDY.
IS THERE?” ASK THE MAN TO THE POINT
BUT THERE IS NO ANSWER



A FROG IN THE NIGHT

WHILE THE PREFECT MOON
WAS GIVING AWAY ITS LIGHT
THROUGH OUT THE WORLD,
COMES NEAR A FROG
WHICH IS DRIPPING WET OF TEARS
ASKED FOR ABOUT ITS SMALL
AND THOSE WERE DISAPPEARED THE CABIN SUDDENLY
“HELP ME, MY MOON PLEASE!
DO YOU KNOW THEM WHERE?”
FOR HEARS THE ASKING
THE MOON FEELS IN PITY
AND ITS LIGHT BEFORE THAT WAS BRIGHT
NOW CHANGE BECOME VAGUELY
“WIPE YOUR TEARS, MY FROG!
PUT ON YOUR SILENT PATHWAY
AND YOU WILL LAUGH MORE THEN!”
SAYS THE MOON
THEN SPREAD ITS LIGHT
THROUGH OUT THE WORLD AGAIN
NIGHT IS NOT ALWAYS DARK


RICE FIELD’S POEM

I’M RICE FIELD
HUMUS AND THE MATTERS OF FERTILITY
THOSE ARE FAR
FROM THE BALANCING AND CONTINUATION
SUFFER OF MY SOUL EVERY TIME
FOR THE FLAME OF ADDICTION
WHICH IS BURNED BY THE FATE
OF DRUNKENNESS AND DEPENDENCE
NOW I DON’T UNDERSTAND
THE LOWS SOUND OF BUFFALO
AND OF CRYING THE FARMERS
MY SALIVA IN MY GULLET IS TOO BITTER
TO GROWS UP THE LEAFS
AND SEND THE EARS OF RICE
EVEN MOULDLY THE HOPE
THAT HAS COMPULSED EVERYDAY
WITHOUT FUTURE AS THE DEW OF TREASURES
FOR YEARS NAILED MY SEASONS
ON THE HOT FATE AND SILENCE THE GRASS
WHILE
YOU ONLY CAN REGRET
WHAT HAS HAPPENED TODAY
WITH YOUR EYES STILL CLOSED
STOP!
OR YOUR TIME IS GOING TO COME
AND YOU’LL HARVEST THE LOUSES AND FLIES
IF YOU WANT



THE NEGLECTED FIELD

THE FALLING LEAFS OF SPRUCEFIR
MADE THE NEGLECTED FIELD
BURNING BEHIND YOU
FULL OF THIRTY AND HUNGRY EXPRESSIONS
SHIVER OF DRY GRASS ON THE STEPPE
ROLLED ITS HEART
TO ENDURE THE BITTERS

NOT THE HOT DUSTY
WAS DREAMING FOR
BUT THE FRESH OF THE LIFE WATER
TO LEAD
IN LOVE AND PEACE
IN THE NICHES OF HEART
IN THE HOLLOWS OF SOUL

NOT KNOW
OR NOT WANT TO KNOW
THAT THE CRYING OF SILENT
ON THE STONES HILL
MADE POEM WITH TEARS
AND THE BROKEN LONGING
OF MEDICINE



THE SILENT POEM OF THE RIVER WATER RUSTLING

THIS IS THE LAMENT SOUNDS
OF THE RIVER WATER RUSTLING
IN THE CORNER OF THE VILLAGE
NOT GHOST
OR THE SATAN'S SONG OF THE NIGHT
WHICH IS USUALLY BUZZED
IN THE FAIRIES HEART
THE COMPASS HAS TURNED AROUND
TO THE LEFT
AT THE WIDE PLACE
OF THE WORLDLY BRIGHTENING
LIKEWISE WITH THE RELIGION CONFESSORS BEHAVE
THEY WERE LONG FROM THE HEAVEN WAY
WHO KNOWS
WHERE WILL THEY WANT TO BRING OUT THE PEOPLES
THEN
WHAT WILL HAPPEN ON THIS FULL OF SIN WORLD?
WHEN THEY THREW THEMSELVES DOWN
INTO THE DARK MIRE
MY HEART WAS STUBBED
BUT I DON’T KNOW EITHER
WHY THE DRUM IN MY HEART
IS SILENT


ON THE NOISE SEA

ON THE NOISE SEA
NO BODY CAN'T EVADE
CARRIED AWAY AND SINK
OR PERSIST AND THROWN OUT
SAME BITTER AS BURIED
IN SILENT WITHOUT CHOICE
BUT ABOVE ALL OF THOSE
ONLY THE FAITH CAN BE SURVIVE
WITH ITS GLISTENING FUTURE


THE HIDDEN PEOPLE

people changed their way
and made pointed of themselves
they buried the only one name
in the silence sky
for the flesh
they sold their owing life

in the burial ceremony
faces were white of powder
so was of the clothes
white and clean
as white and clean
as the heaven inhabitants

with this manners to :
they built their palace
as if God was sleep
and would not drag them
in to the true court

the poem was written
in the blinding of the full blind
only by of your light, my Lord
i could see their shadows hidden
met me in your way
like a bat overcame the sun



STICK

suddenly you came
when i was taking care
for my wife and children
you carried a basket of dreams
in the strange breath of perfume' smell
and you asked me like a whisper of wind
"where do i must spread flowers
for the grave of a late poetist"?

i showed you a stick
and that the corner was a place
of his salvation choice
but you said, "oh no!
it isn't the right grave for him!"

"if it was what you wanted,
spread your flowers away
may to the sky
perhaps the wind
will bring its to his address",i said
but you didn't agree,
"no! not anywhere, here it is
in the loves land
that called heart of hearts"

i was affected
i looked at to the stick
where it leaned in stiffening

"will you be growing?"
i said in my heart
for years cornered in my silent room
only of the whisper of wind
passing in a moment
then disappeared soon
by my children crying



THE GRACE EVIDENCE

land cried
thrown far from heaven
from dream of sweat and humus
made the white jasmine neglected
lived in loveless life

land full of blood
suffering hardship in the rotten injures
it' smell steamed up to the sky
created the black fog
in the darkness way

here
in my silent home stay, my Lord
i testified the strange days
without roses without jasmines
as black was this land dirtied by
the poison of flesh and worldly life