Monday, July 27, 2009

O-zone ku menganga

Dengarkan ia merintih
dengarkan ia menangis
asa yang terluka oleh
gejolak insan semesta

Camkan ia berkisah
selamilah dalam pintanya
retak tempatku berpijak
tertusuk panas sembilu

Terkuras habis keringat negeri
oleh panas suasana
tatkala langit kan binasa
karena tiada atap menghalang

Sunday, July 19, 2009

Jelitanya Persadaku (we will not go down!!)

peace not warMenjerit karena kemurkaan yang memuncak,
akibat geliat sang angkara murka.
Kebingungan antara mendidih dan membeku,
tatkala mentari terhalang mega.
Apakah ini yang kau panggil sebagai primadona?
Hingga ke manapun dihunus sorot mata?
Tak ada celak untuk berhias diri,
sepertinya kau anggap cantikku alami (memang demikian adanya)
Garis cerita penguasa mahkota
mutiara hitam yang begitu langka.
Aku mustinya tersenyum di dalam duka
dan bersyukur di dalam luka.
Rajam mendera tak henti-hentinya
mengoyak koyak merenggut nyawa.
Tapi, mustinya aku tetap tertawa,
menatapmu yang pusing kepala.
Tersenyum sinis melihat ulahmu yang menghiba-hiba.
Kamu adalah raga tanpa jiwa,
yang hilang akal mengusik kedamaianku.
Kamu adalah kepala berotak udang,
yang hanya bisa mengemis saja.
To all terrorists of any kind and any sort of you...listen,
You can NEVER kill the genuine spirits of our nation. You can NEVER piss me off, even when you drop Nukes on our motherland. CRYSTAL CLEAR !!

Monday, July 6, 2009

Identity Crisis (E. D. Reeve)

Guest poem by F. D. Reeve

He was urged to prepare for success: "You never can tell,
he was told over and over; "others have made it;
one dare not presume to predict. You never can tell.

Who’s Who in America lists the order of cats
in hunting, fishing, bird-watching, farming,
domestic service--the dictionary order of cats

who have made it. Those not in the book are beyond the pale.
Not to succeed in you chosen profession is unthinkable.
Either you make it or--you’re beyond the pale.

Do you understand?"
"No," he shakes his head.
"Are you ready to forage for freedom?"
"No," he adds,
"I mean, why is a cat always shaking his head?

Because he’s thinking: who am I? I am not
only one-ninth of myself. I always am
all of the selves I have been and will be but am not."

"The normal cat," I tell him, "soon adjusts
to others and to changing circumstances;
he makes his way the way he soon adjusts."

"I can’t," he says, "perhaps because I’m blue,
big-footed, lop-eared, socially awkward, impotent,
and I drink too much, whether because I’m blue

or because I like it, who knows. I want to escape
at five o’clock into an untouchable world
where the top is the bottom and everyone wants to escape

from the middle, everyone, every day. I mean,
I have visions of two green eyes rising
out of the ocean, blinking, knowing what I mean."

"Never mind the picture, repeat after me
the self’s creed. What he tells you you
tells me and I repeats. Now, after me:

I love myself, I wish I would live well.
Your gift of love breaks through my self-defeat.
All prizes are blue. No cat admits defeat.
The next time that he lives he will live well."