Agungkan aku
Sang raja yang berpanggung
Wayang jerangkung.
#497 On Ascending
I scratched my hands today
To see if I still bleed
Tried to wash it all away
This deeply-seated need
To love and so be loved
But you cannot reveal
The pain of all these years
You can never heal
What have I become
Your broken child
All I have to taste is
Your dark, tainted bile
And you could never have
My empire of love
I will leave you here, as
I ascend above.
(with apologies to Trent Reznor and Johnny Cash)
#496 On the Platonic Idea of Poop
The platonic idea of poop is a
Swirl of brown on the ground
Emitting no sound
Just a place for flies to stoop and
Take their feast
A foul release.
#495 Tentang Pengumuman dan Percaturan
Pengumuman tentang pengumuman
Bagai kilau bayang yang mewayang
Pertuturan demi pertuturan
Menyalut ikan basi dalam sampul loyang
Demi mencuri sesuap ucapan syukur
Dari sang marhaen yang dipandang kufur
Enggan akur pada kehebatan
Sang penguasa yang bermahkotarotan
Percaturan demi percaturan
Dua langkah maju kehadapan
Lima langkah kau bungkam terhumban.
#494 Tentang Kilau Rembulan
Rembulan terang
Cahya menusuk malam
Kilau gemilang
#493 Tentang Derhaka
Kita diajar
Jangan pernah derhaka
Pada kedua ibu bapa
Patuh dan dengar
Taat dan sabar
Jangan pernah celupar
Jangan pernah mencabar
Jadi bagaimana pula
Kalau ibu bapa yang derhaka
Pada Tuhan dan keluarga?
Abai anak isteri
Lalai tiada peduli?
Kalau anak derhaka digelar Tanggang
Kalau bapa derhaka, siapa malang?
#492 On My Private Mountain
This here is
My own private mountain to climb
And no one else can
See the steep slopes ahead
The twists and turns that await
This here is
My own quiet struggle to fight
Against the tide
Against the herd
Against the voices in my own head
And no one else can
Hear the self-doubt
The gnawing sense of futility
This here is
My life
And no one else can
Live it for me.
#491 On the Burial Mound of Qin Shihuangdi
Terracotta guards
Keeping watch over these tombs:
A futile denial.
#490 On Time that Strips Us Bare
It feels millennia since I’ve walked those halls
The uni years of youthful politics
As if that young man was just someone else
In subtle ways, we’re prey to Time’s false tricks
How did that young man come to be this old?
Did Time strip off the masks that kept us bold?
#489 Tentang Kekejian Belanja Member Makan
Keji adalah
Belanja member makan
Pastu claim bayar :(