your word are eternal

houww..! How I still, and always, remember.. All the time when we get the tantrum of words.. How we cling to the air, for any salvation.. All the movement are in pure freedom.. We started our own personal kingdom.. Where all are kings and kins.. To kindly let all goddess to jump happily atop our belly.. never compromise any promises.. All kisses are journals of the long lost hope.. We are pope.. Of pop-art and immaculative poetry.. We keep on whirling, and dancing, and.. All poems be.. The weapons and tunes.. Of solitude madness.. All words are spawns of future sanctuary.. We know, we flow.. Eternally.

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akhir

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*REFF
Inilah akhirnya, sahabat jelitaku
Inilah akhirnya, sahabat sejatiku..
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Beritahukan padaku
Rasanya tak berbatas
Begitu bebas..
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Begitu mendambakan
Uluran tangan asing
Di tanah yang goyah
Oleh keterasingan..
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*back to reff
Inilah akhir..
Inilah akhir..
Lampiran mencakup catatan dan objeknya

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TRIWIKRAMA SANDYAKALANING

I throw up so damn much today. After being naked on the open field of hope. I vomit.. A lot of that shit that I never knew I had inside me. My chess is bare, and it bleeds.. Its keep on bleeding. No one to share my wounds.. Heck, I am the wound receiver.. Like some broken radio, with dried-up batteries. No listener around. My waves are so weak, while having abundant things to share.. I should jump right now, from a sharp-stones cliff.. Instead I cry like baby.. I am a pig, ready to be slaughtered.. relax your meat, I'm not here to eat.. A sudden vegetarian that suddenly lost in the attempt of opening the self at a shelve at a brim of nocturnal erruption.. Care not about this feeling anymore.. Pride has taken over.. I must admit.. I am dead, a victim, a fool.. How can I be such.. Sucked dry to very last bone.. I am raging mad, and yet I forgive.. But I have to go.. So you can go.. So we can find anew.. So long, so fuckin long, so gibberishly long...... I am long for that sweet scent of natural grapes, squeezed at the altar.. This is my blood.

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SANGGAM

I don't want a victim, I need a partner. So don't surrender, for I don't come to conquer. Let us be united completely, my dear.. I'm the moon and you're the ocean. Our body collaborates: created a sacred view.. only for us, no other surpass!

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THE SPIRITS DONT CRY

When you broke something And it breaks you inside; As all around you crumbling apart... When it's so hard to let go, Yet you have to send away... Come, call the spirits inside you; Come dance at the edge of everything That hurts, That stabs, That is hidden, That is... You.. is it? Come find the higher Self That shouts: "L'esprit ne pleure pas!"

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smoking crater

the laughs that hides on the sleeve of gawdy minds. Mind not the holes that is still hidden. Everybody had a good time? Let it run, like water.. Damaging the ears that not yet grown. To captured the still picture of distress, words that sticked to the wall of torsos.. Leaves that bid good sorrow, yellowish, obscene, nudity played on kindergarten garden.. Maddening souls, errupts!

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Remembering Ginsberg

How are you sir?

If you still with us

At a night like this

What apocalyptic poem

Could born.. Making its way

To mourn?

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Morning Headache

I’ve got a terrible headache this morning. Feel lazy to do anything. Wanna summon the Lord of Gawdy Times. I just want to be cure, just want to be cure..

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The First Touch

Not too soft.. Kinda ticklish.. Like fishermen at night, feeling the fishes.. Adieu, long quest.. The mellow boat is now jocundly docking.. Never again that forsaken feeling, no more waiting in anguish.. For the mad urge has been dismisseth.. Happy days now flourish.. Ever after like.. For that one, maybe the only, moment.. Of magical bliss.

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To Those Who Waits

At the corner of the simplified, at ease, bowing. An expressionist' despair. Those who shun the clown. Cold breast, sassy eyes. Captured and framed. Smiling statue. The joy of self assasination. Bye bye.. Rainbows.

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Meatballs of Necessitae

It eats the brains, bit by bit. Creating the void inside the head. It's invisible and invincible, both at the same time. But it's still not God. So I guess: I need not be affraid.

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Last Days of The Mohican

Drown in emotion, and get burns to the bone; eternal marks of the undone. Drown in submission, and so turn into zombies; nightmares sans cesse. Choose to drunk, not drown. Take the heat as the sublimes does it. Flow gently, amid the mist.. Kiss the fairies of the abyss.. To life and death: Salam.

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Lugumbria!

Togethernes that threaten.. Why the sadistic eye? Come, play the wave, to and fro.. Kill all the mockingbird.. The desperate moans shall cease at the break of dawn.. After smoke, sex, and sleeps.. Jump to the bus and recite all feellings in tune.. Tones.. Notes.. Praise be to Basquiat posters.. Emblems to the soliloquy.

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Those Silky Hair

So flow, not hastily.. Grind them viewers, smoothly.. To the fiery redemption.. Repent! Repeat! Sans cesse.. The blue is calling.. Bottoms waving.. I would slide atop that jungle of silk.. Ah, if only I could

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Apologetic Power

I like that curves.. Hone on it.. The smooth surface.. Prone on it.. Whooa.. Natural smell.. Want to ride my hand on the edges of yore.. Sums up stamina.. Lump sums.. Cogita.. To dwell on those terra incognita.. Dusk to dawn.. And on, and on, and..

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Your May Seems Wierd

Are there still remnant of happiness? No more questions, lets be jocund anyway. No way, they say? So let them be.. Lost in the jungle of oblivion. Sweat, oozing from chin point.. Today is hot, burning with the fire of hecks!

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3AM Wake-Ups

A sudden awakening.. bone freezing.. head stump by a meteorite, leaving trail of blasted stars, blown to pieces.. Something hardened.. is it the power of wilt? Or simply.. the urge that long to forlorn.. the curse or the blessid.. shall thou not be nor choose something in between, for in it is nothing human.

I praise ya Lord. Please haste away this headache of the long lost hope.

 

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Excited About Something New

I think I understand.. and that's why I'm under sand.. So Grab a stick that sprout out of thin air.. what kind of woods is that.. a wooden trodden.. steps of wannabe giants.. I try, I test, and things seems to work just spiffy!

Perpetual bliss, please.

 

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Bell Under Water

Anger should not be a longtemp possession.. Grief will haunts, like empty house ghost.. Gain the sobereignity.. Away all unexplain madness, gone with the unneeded sweat.. Let us kiss and keep the memory alive.. Make it gold, pure.. Or like diamond, it shone.

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Praying Mantice

I remember Thee.. At every breath, and at every attemp to forget.. I cross Thy path, and always tries to look the other way, in vain.. The birds on the rooftop, the darken sky on background.. Reminds me that Thou is grand.. This dust frowns.. To the needs of existence.. After all vanity burns to ashes.

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Praising the M'night Come

To see the typho of darkness. Touch it and dance.. Are there any laughters left for these dried up moment? Time to sleep child, enough with your song already!

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After Lunch and Beyond

Ouw, this terible tootache! Make me lost my appetite and balance.. Drench my head in wastafel serenade.. Sew the gum, freeze the pain.. Ouw, the moustache mellancholy.. Madness, madness.. At maximum velocity.

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testing #2

this time try to wrote more lines of text.. blah-blah-blah.. just testing..

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This time by mobilephone

Using posterous API, I wrote a simple HTML code to post via mobile, without using e-mail..

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there goes..

nothing..

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