untouched and neglected

You know what’s funny?
It’s how human being appreciate dead things more than life.

We learn to control them, we learn to assemble and put them apart.
We practise so much, make them perfect.
Because we get bored of life and nature.
We leave ourselves untouched and nature neglected.

And so we move on to the next stage.
Because we are tired of facing our emotion and feeling,
we run to work our brain and squeeze them out.

The stupid stays stupid.
The smart becomes smarter.

Is that really how things work out?
Are we just simply the way we are?
Are we afraid to hate because we are afraid to be hated?
Just like we are afraid to leave because we are afraid to be lonely.

But then,
Simple minds only learn through repetition.
Just like how our conversation get smoother by socializing more and more,
the body functions like a machine that works following a certain mechanism.

More talk, more lies.
More silence, the dumber you look.
Which one would you choose?

Maybe we should be more like you.
But which one are you?

Anyway, I wanna conclude things.
There are two types of people in this world.
One who cares about dead things.
The other one who talks about living being.

….

Oh oh!!!
I almost forgot about you.
The one who connects them two together.

Can you please stay longer?
Then tell me how to stay stronger.

-s$t-

stupidi...dit...ditty...

Climbing the wall,you thought all is lost.

Then suddenly you hear a "click".
Someone has just opened the gate for you.
They welcomed you.
They assure you again that this time will be different.
They sweet-mouth you saying it's nothing but paradise.

And as always,
you climb back down,
you walk leisurely into the trap...
as you have been doing,over and over again.

-s$t-

penipuan tingkat sempurna

Si Gelisah mengatakan semua terlihat sempurna,
tak banyak yang berani berkata bahkan sekadar berbisik.

Angin yang sejuk, panas yang terik,setia sekali menumpahkan curahan hatinya.
Sejuk yang di surga ternyata sama saja dengan neraka.
Aku mengerti jejak kaki mereka,yang tak terkira pedihnya,menancap pada tanah bertabur gelas runcing.

Si Gelisah bertanya,"Sakitkah telapakmu yang berdarah-darah itu?"

Kamu hanya tersenyum.
Lalu berbalik dan tersedak.

-s$t-

nothing but a spirit

The closer I get to the world, the further I am in touch with myself.
Whenever I can find the connection, I definitely embrace it.
But it is never more than a mere passion, or even less than that.

My hands are trembling,
to write means to scribble,
to whistle means to yell,
and to laugh means to rebel.

My aloneness has nothing to do with my surrounding,
the only precious jewel is the disobedient droplets flowing down my cheek.

What mine is not really mine,
what yours is never fully yours.

I'm fully clothed, ready to dash,
but my feet glued to the soil
The smell of sand and grass tickle my nose,
I can't help to spew my dirt.

What's blissful to you does not appeal to me,
don't you see?

Just like rain is nothing but water,
i'm nothing but a spirit in life.

I disappear as I focus on the crowd,
my light footsteps only prove how invisible this whole me is.

Caught in between

We're all looking for a way to stay in trance, believing that it's the only way to connect with our own being, with something greater than just being "us".
So many teachings, so many religions, so many beliefs.
There is no way in between.

This is my way.
I'm losing myself, trying to explain the root of my behaviour when "something" tells me that it's wrong to try explaining yourself.
That we should simply just BE.

I'm finally dedicating myself into nothingness and believe that philosophers are messed up, when other thing tells me to start believing that we all live for a reason, that there's some kind of light at the end of the tunnel.

So many differences, so many resources,
so many things we should not let into our soul and intuition.
But they come anyway.

When we believe we live in no fear, that we're simply blissed by living in waiting,
When times make no reason but we're fighting for that sole concept.

When one thing says there shouldn't be any contradictary,
and the other insists on describing the binary opposition.

Where are you going, why are we breathing?
Useless questions which only answer is usually to run away or kill oneself.

Caught in between.
That seems to be our fate.