Amen!

I feel guilty, but I’m the champion’s tonight because I’ve got the cigarette among this finger finally.

Doesn’t matter to walking through the night, I love my life.

Doesn’t matter to hear the music’s so loudly in the midde of the night, because I’m free now.

I’m sleepy but I hate to sleep, hate to leave my cigarette all alone.

I really found the happiness, a big happiness.

I’m a good boy after all.

The good boy who’s ready to meet tomorrow morning.

Thank, God! Love you so bad…

Me as Martin Morgan

“We must run!” Said the Man from the night.

I’ve heard it before, before I jumped to the side of my dream.

Go home, because you can’t find the way out in this little question of your life.

You can’t acquired of but the past gonna make you mad.

The story is so cold for me,

be able, you have no reason.

And all the sweet songs are gone, of course by the God’s Hand that bring you to the pure destiny.

Human being, human being, human being.

Restless,

Why?

Because I found the little life inside,

Because we must run.

And, because I like myself so bad.

MEETING

I want to meet Kurt Cobain,

I want to meet Muhammad,

I want to meet Jesus,

I want to meet Jim Carrey,

I want to meet Gandhi,

I want to meet Osama,

Just for give them all,

A question. . .

The Night

Every problems is a simple thing

Till you can’t, till you can’t, handle it

I’ve been fearing,

To lost my song, to lost my song,

To hate my self

I’ve been searching for some help

I’ve been searching for some answer

But I don’t know what it means

I don’t know what it means

Somebody’s help me

I’ve pray to the God

Searching for the answer

I’ve pray to the God

Searching for the answer

Menjelang Kehancuran

Suatu kali pernah datang satu masa yang singkat, di mana angin bertiup kencang dan aku mengingat segala sesuatu yang tersimpan.

Tidak ada satu rahasiapun, kedatangan, sebuah kedatangan yang kusambut dengan pejaman mata, bibir tersenyum, dan wewangian menyebar entah karena siapa.

Pernak-pernik kehidupan kecilku tersusun begitu rapi dan tampak begitu murni. Hanya ada satu benda yang telah rusak.

Aku terhenti, seperti sediakala, dan memberi pelajaran.

Aku mendengarnya, teruslah suara-suara memuja dengan caranya yang indah. Sehingga kematian disajikan dalam wujud yang sangat cantik.

TUGAS MULIA

Seseorang membiarkanku menembak kepala anak lelaki-ku sendiri yang terbaring di sudut-sudut benar dan salah,

Tangisan yang membabi buta memecahkan kaca malam yang patuh pada nada dosa yang bernyanyi di balik mimpi,

Terbanglah setinggi langit yang membuat setiap orang berhenti bercita-cita, melantunkan perihal-perihal sombong dan seketika,

Penyair muda tersesat untuk selamanya, karena jika tidak mati, segelas brendy akan tertuang di dalam gelas-gelas pengajian yang tinggal menunggu makna dari karma,

Sampaikan setiap detik waktu yang kuselipkan untuk para dokter dan doctor di ruang kerja mereka, tanpa nama.

Aku sudah melupakan setiap kata, norma-norma bukan urusan logika, membayangkan darahnya, aku tidak mampu berkata-kata,

Sambil menghisap sisa-sisa. . .

The Kids

Emotional angel was owed to the wind when she was afraid too,

How can you pay? But I’ve been lonely.

I’ve gotta job to do for tomorrow and still, you steal the words and make them cry.

Someone who find the Zeppelin’s code now he lead the way, bring me to meet that angel, emotional angel.

Trying to make a sound by nothing I have, the remote can’t change the channel, the sadness becoming true and trustly. Won’t you believe it?

I feel a little sick in my ear but that terrible things are make me . . . . .

Too many of ghost in my head! I wake up because I just can’t sleep at night. So many times people get their happiness by walking machine and the roof top when the rain’s coming.

They just throw it all the pain over the way of smile, I’m looking at that sweat, burning sun, and afraidness.

I’m on my own way, something maybe two tones.

Slowly tone and this brain, but you! Yes, you! Just remember about your and your friends was beer and the cigarette.

Think about the kids are playing marbles on their frontyard sand, too fast for a plain children.

And everything is sink through the second of marijuana’s confusion when the mind is stop to remind, feeling is stop to feel, the song is stop to sing, and the life is stop to live.