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Lonestar

Star, lonestar, come alone in a planet of mass
Write, draw a line on the awareness wall
Shining, beam, sometimes fade to blurry
Star longing for the highest density
For it rise against imperfection
Captures another great of the universe
Spin to slide from thin to tide

Star lost in an unknown sky
As you search for a fake god
Star moves quietly under several satellite
Addicted to pretty word, addicted to cure
For the mighty understood of pledge
Tied to the grey horizon of edge
On earth desire, oh earth bizarre

Dance with me in the denial symphony
Star malign in the iris of it heart
With all of this distant voice
And the fear from the dark of a choice
Star might be drop to fall
But star will always be a star after all

Bastian

Tremble for My Beloved

The hour has begun
Your eyes have now opened

To a world where madness craves
To a world where hopes enslaved
Oh, I’ll tremble for my love, always

Your windows opened wide
Your innocence takes flight

To a world where madness craves
To a world where hopes enslaved
Oh, I’ll tremble for my love, always

It’s a world where madness craves
It’s a world where hopes enslaved
Oh, I tremble for my love, always

It’s a world where madness craves
It’s a world where hopes enslaved
Yeah, I tremble for you, love, always

Buat: Puella Ayna Bastian

Tremble for My Beloved by Collective Soul

Twelve…
Twelve years of silence
We keep our mouth no voices
Hello is low and farewell as well

Twelve…
Twelve years of mute
Feels like living in this world alone
Drawing thin line between love and hate

Twelve…
Twelve years now gone
As I search to rush your number
And twelve years requited in fifteen days of November

November 16th 2K6
Bastian

When I’m lyin’ in my bed at night
I don’t wanna grow up
Nothing ever seems to turn out right
I don’t wanna grow up
How do you move in a world of fog that’s
always changing things
Makes wish that I could be a dog
When I see the price that you pay
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t ever want to be that way
I don’t wanna grow up
Seems that folks turn into things
that they never want
The only thing to live for is today…
I’m gonna put a hole in my T.V. set
I don’t wanna grow up
Open up the medicine chest
I don’t wanna grow up
I don’t wanna have to shout it out
I don’t want my hair to fall out
I don’t wanna be filled with doubt
I don’t wanna be a good boy scout
I don’t wanna have to learn to count
I don’t wanna have the biggest amount
I don’t wanna grow up
Well when I see my parents fight
I don’t wanna grow up
They all go out and drinkin all night
I don’t wanna grow up
I’d rather stay here in my room
Nothin’ out there but sad and gloom
I don’t wanna live in a big old tomb on grand street
When I see the 5 oclock news
I don’t wanna grow up
Comb their hair and shine their shoes
I don’t wanna grow up
Stay around in my old hometown
I don’t wanna put no money down
I don’t wanna get a big old loan
Work them fingers to the bone
I don’t wanna float on a broom
Fall in love, get married then boom
How the hell did it get here so soon
I don’t wanna grow up

(The Ramones)

I love the morning sun, I love sweet black coffee, I love two packs of
cigar, I love to keep my hair wet, I love to hear the sound, I love
to wash my face, I love the cold of rain, I love to waste the ink, I
love to run in the field, I love seven days, I love to sit for
awhile, I love to be alone, I love to scratch the paper with my
words, I love to watch a tragic comedy, I love to yell an irony, I
love to be different, I love to rationalize, I love to kick the ball,
I love Iris, I love to walk my way home, I love to play my finger, I
love silence, I love my Social Butterfly, I love to dream, I love if
there’s no one push me out, I love my Siemens S25, I love my youth
memories, I love a girl in minor feminism, I love yesterday, I love
satirical joke, I love to translate gesture, I love to be someone
else, I love to open my eyes at night, I love the glittering of
sweat, I love to play guitar with Stone Gossard, I love to build my
kingdom, I love to say it black when it black, I love to separate, I
love the five men from Atlanta, I love to surf in my brain, I love to
wear my Timberland pant, I love to think for much time in my
bathroom, I love to bring a cup of coffee too, I love my Yamaha SJ
180, I love to pick a strange noise, I love to fight with my desire,
I love to search the recognition, I love find the truth, I love to
torture myself, I love to smell the gasoline and marker ink, I love
to clean the dirt, I love to read a million of words, I love
September 30^th 2K2, I love to figure out someone behavior,
I love red Land Rover Series III, I love walking at night with WASP,
I love to be hurting, I love a girl who love me even I’m broke, I
love to guess what next to be happened, I love to satisfy my
bellyache, I love to say something with no anger, I love to harsh my
voice, I love my Caterpillar, I love the afternoon sky, I love to
speak of doubt, I love cannabis, I love No
Surprises, I love if there was a second chance, I love PSA, I love
to erase her even I can’t let her go, I love to kill my affection, I
love to be the part of human race, I love to turn my head, I love the
green grass, I love the morning cloud, I love potatoes, I love to see
how love infect human behavior, I love to forgive, I love to be a man
who turn someone’s life, I love to create a thing that someone
couldn’t understand what the hell I’m trying to do, I love to
discover, I love to raise my mid-finger, I love Blue Monday, I love
to lay down on the cold floor, I love WASP’s jokes, I love to speak
of fire, I love Cobain’s notes, I love my Superego, I love to trig my
endorphin, I love to pretend, I love my 6 years photograph, I love
PSA’s green square shirt, I love WASP to let me go, I love to be
nobody, I love my Faster C6, I love my million of words, I love to
slide on the wet grass, I love if I sign to archeology faculty, I
love Ross Childress’s PRS, I love my eight dwarfs, I love Scotch
terrier, I love La Vecchia Signora, I love my penguin statue, I love
With or Without You, I love my Harmony guitar if don’t sell it, I
love Chinese girl, I love the Thank for Making Me a Fighter CD, I
love you to death, I love spice, I love the real life, I love the
days in earthquake land called Bengkulu, I love to sleep at cinema, I
love darkened, I love Vodka Lime, I love 11, I love the place I carve
my commitment, I love dyslexia the word as wise, I love imperfection,
I love my dead poet, I love Fake Plastic Tree, I love BEMO, I love if
I’m not getting old, I love if I could be who you wanted, I love
contradiction, I love June 2K, I love to sneeze, I love to squeeze, I
love if I didn’t dropped out from the finance faculty, I love to
wait, I love Lidwina 510, I love five creeper from British, I love my
bald chin, I love all the thing I’ve done, I love St George’s Cross,
I love distortion, I love misunderstood, I love to wake up at the
dawn, I love my wasted time, I love my old band: Seivick, I love the
brown stain which signed on my abs, I love discomfort, I love to know
where does love goes when it dies, I love Little Rascals, I love if I
could be who you wanted all the time….

Penyair
Mampus

Pada suatu waktu…

Kalimat Anda membingungkan.

Apa yang sebenarnya hendak Anda ungkap?

Hidup Anda? Lingkungan? Mereka? Heh, coba terangkan maksudmu.

Ehm, (dia bilang) terserahku, kawan. Aku telah membaca ribuan kata, sama
seperti kalimat yang kutulis. Aku sudah melewati rentetan masa, tapi
itu tak sama dengan yang kamu alami. Apa pun itu, akan kubuktikan.
Dan begitu pun yang terjadi sebaliknya. Aku bisa menjadi orang lain,
tetanggaku, guruku, bahkan tuhan.

Oi, menarik (pikirku). Menjadi Tuhan?

Ya, ya, menjadi tuhan.

Yang pasti hanya dalam tulisan Anda, kan?

Apa
maksudmu? (tanya dia)

Ya, menjadi tuhan dalam tulisan Anda. (huh, telat nih orang, gumamku)

Oh, tentu. Pasti!

Jadi Anda percaya Tuhan itu ada?

Susah, susah, kawan. (ujarnya sambil menggelengkan kepala)

Aku kadung menjadi tuhan dalam tulisanku, dan terserahkulah untuk percaya
atau tidak. (dia sewot)

Oke, sori kalau pertanyaanku itu terlalu kekanak-kanakan. Mmm, bagaimana
dengan kematian? Bukankah kehidupan seorang penyair (aku tidak tahu
benar apakah dia seorang penyair) itu erat kaitannya dengan hal
tersebut? Benarkah?

Who said that? Kata siapa?

Kata orang. Itu pun yang pernah kudengar, mungkin aku salah dengar. (:p)

Tapi bisa jadi itu benar. Aku juga telah membaca ribuan kata seperti Anda.
Dan, di antara itu, aku telah membaca kalimat-kalimat penyair yang
menyinggung atau setidaknya menyerempet soal kematian. Bukan hanya
satu-dua penyair.
Aneh, padahal mereka belum mengalaminya.

Kematian. Mati. Ah…. (dia menerawang)

Setelah ribuan kalimat yang Anda tulis-baca, bisakah Anda menyimpulkan
kematian?

Ketika kamu mati, kamu telah mati!

9 Mei 2006
Bastian

Stone

The boy screw his job and duty

As less of mature being the rhyme

Fake soul spirit against his destiny

He prepare for a new battle called time

As a sharp hair on his chin

Dillema out his life in between

He’s secure, he’s failure

He’s nothing in the kingdom without a king

Ask him

With a question leap like an arrow

Answer him

Like there is no day and tomorrow

That boy stoned his heart

Fall apart

Being an Adult

While I use my brain
Logic, logic, another logic
To define the sense of age
It feels like at the neighborhood
One avoids the discomfort
Man has attached deep emotion to his soul
All of the burden and a question: why?
Being an adult without being dumb

15122005

Bravura

would you care for what i wear

would you believe for what i saw in dream

would you stay for me today

or would you running while i sleep on my bed

though i have no promises to gave to you

but stars shine so bright and so right for us to

i know i’m strong, i know i’m stand

but now a little weakness spread on me
now i… i can not found, i can not hide

i cant do anything cause i’ve seen it too

i see in you

would you see me for what i did

would you stop for what i pray, would you do that to me

would you arrest me, would you kill me

would you tie me to the tree, but i’m free

i’ve run so hard, i’ve been so far

i cant see anyone as graceful as you
i see in you

~ Bravura by Artefax ~

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float,
hacking,
time to betray…
as i circle it with my endorphin.
i pick less and still bend to reach, upper, on a strange ground.
so, who would say it easy….
may 23rd 2k3