Wednesday, September 30, 2015

Singing sand dunes


In the singing sand
Wind passing over dunes.
Lay down on the sand.
In every grains of sand it looks like waving.
Still roaring..In dunes.
You and me in the singing sand of dunes.
Feeling calm in the natural sound the song of dunes.
The low pitch and rumble sound of sand still catch my ears.
I heard singing beach too. I smell the beach in Odashi.
You and me at dry sand.
The sand will singing, squeaking and whistling for us.
I just want to close my eyes feel this moment again and again.
Want to stop this moment.
The friction of grain against grain.
The mystery of booming sand dunes.

Friday, September 25, 2015

Evil games


Water more than a mile wide.
I'm in the narrow mouth of the loch over a rocky shelf.
Gazing the two rivers join.
Water flow. Is often narrow and deep.
Water flows over and over again.
I close my eyes and get slapped
I heard the voice through the wind.
Yes. I don't need a night yet I want time to stop forever.
I won’t wake up from this dream.
I want to melt in your sweet, embraced in your scent.
I’ll head for tomorrow without turning back.
Look at me, I’m not afraid anymore. But, I cannot laugh any more.
I heard the same things over and over.
Must sleeping by now without thinking anymore.
Oh. Sleepless night. Under the moon, an evil game starts.
Unforgivable acts, everybody were smiling to me.
Peace was gone. I'm running freely.
Here a man with blurry eyes. Hey man, believe me I will show to you the stars.
I have to shared my intensity of my own secret.
Because I never learn an evil game.
Do not telling lies when politeness required.
Because this affected your bright eyes, eager and full of wayward spirit.
Broke down many virtues and suffered sorrows.


Apa yang ada padaku

Apa yang ada padaku adalah sebuah kemala tinggalan nenek.
Ya, barangkali aku tidak miskin. Biarpun rumah nenek sudah disodok bandaraya.
Karyaku juga sudah hancur ditelan lori angkut.
Tiada apa lagi yang tinggal. Hanya kenangan bersama nenek.
Aku tidak miskin. Ya, sekali lagi, aku tidak miskin.
Usahaku hanya menapak dan melaku kerja dengan tulang empat kerat ini.
Namun, cuma lelah, setelah ketiadaan nenek. Nenek yang banyak beri semangat padaku. Apa yang ada padaku hanya sekujur tubuh yang masih diberikan nikmat.
Akalku terkadangnya menjadi buntu, terlewat refleksinya. Ia adalah kerana pemikiranku yang sudah usang, seusang rupa dan pakaianku.
Aku tidak mampu lagi melakar kata hingga langit tinggi.
Cukup, cukuplah disergah ngauman singa. Aku tak dapat berlari lagi.
Namun, kaki ini masih mampu berjalan dan tidak akan pernah berhenti.



Aku hanya punya

Aku hanya punya
sekeping hati yang jalang.

Aku hanya punya tulang-tulang, sendi-sendi lemah dan uban yang mulai memutih.

Aku hanya punya sebuah pendengaran yang lokek dan lidah yang bacul.

Sudahpun aku mengkufuri nikmat yang diberiNya setiap detik yang berdetak. Malu aku malu. Malu berdepan pencipta jagat raya yang menguasai semesta dan hari pembalasan.

Ya, hari yang masih bersisa. Aku yang tidak tahu apa-apa lagi selain menadah tangan menunggu rentapan ajalku.


Sunday, September 20, 2015

Cinta si pendosa



Romanya saja sudah kukenal
Dia, si penjilat tubuh perempuan muda beraksi berahi.
Kebanyakan yang terpedaya adalah perempuan yang masuk dalam kategori 'Playmate'.
Dia yang hanya menilai dan terus membujuk, lagi dan lagi.
Dalam kehidupan peribadinya, banyak perkara yang sakit di hati.
Tidak dapat laku apa untuk lepaskan tekanan.
Cuma mahu sederetan perempuan. Itu sudah cukup mengujakan.
Perempuan yang sememangnya perempuan. Ya, bodoh! (Maaf pada kaum sejenisku yang tidak berkaitan).
Dia lelaki yang kagum dengan prinsip seorang novelis tak guna, yang berkata 'usia bukanlah penghalang untuk terus berpetualang mempermainkan cinta'.
Hal itu baginya benar-benar berkesan.
Dia bersorak, tergiur menikmati kemewahan bersama wanita-wanita cantik yang punya rahsia kehidupan tersendiri.
Yang sedihnya, mereka terus merelakan kepada sang buaya yang punya 'senjata' penaklukan.
Oiiii!!! Barangkali jika mati hidup semula juga kau akan terlupa saat menjadi salah satu angka 'korbannya'.
Bahlul. Meladeni lagi, lagi dan lagi. Ia bukan belasan namun, puluhan gadis yang tidak tahu erti apa-apa.
Gampang saja sekali lagi aku katakan sebagai bodoh.
Kamar itu adalah penempatan yang tidak banyak orang tahu. Gadis koleksi terbiar bersama kebodohan.
Wahai wanita dan gadis belasan!
Kau yang sedang berserakan bergelut pada dunia. Janganlah dikau mara. Kebodohan dan naifmu akan terundang ajakan lidah bercabang. Kau akan mati melayani hasratnya.
Baginya biar bergegar bumi ini dia akan terus berlarutan pada aktiviti itu sambil menggelarkannya sebagai cinta biarpun seusai 100 tahun.

Cinta yang baginya tidak mempengaruhi fisik dengan cara yang sama. Tapi boleh membuatkannya menjadi sesuatu yang sangat obsesif. 

Once in a blue moon. 



A moon looks blue.
Nice but hurting fun.
You! feel guilty of dishonesty?
I come in to smoke-dimmed skies.
Only me through the night.
Seeing the beauty sleeps of man with long hair.
To me you're so dear.
Like a rocker of the samurai era.
How sweet and innocent you were.
I keep sleeping and get slapped.
Darkest skies.
With fewer of the big dark.
Still not gotten plenty of light.
Even though all stars are falling in the absence of light.
Its looks like darkest potential here. Still.
The billions of other personalities, disappear when crossing into a land.
Ah..I dont want think too much about that.
I just want to see the good in people even the darkness on the edge of town.
It can makes people change.
Again? Change to what? Vampire? Oh no. Just imagine liberate the fairies now.
At a nearby mountain.
He becomes the light.
Are you always see the features?
No matter how you look at the moon you always seeing the same darkest.
If anything happen.
What on the other side of the moon.
Where is the blue moon?
Something mysterious and unknown.
Can't see the man with long hair again.
Black still expand of space.
Moon faces the cold.
People always to jump to the wrong conclusion.
The dark are much less confusing.
Just fly me to the blue moon.
Kings of the kasanova woke up.
Oh. Life is a bitch.
Many lies of a murderer.
But don't scared because we'll all soon be dead.


Saturday, September 12, 2015

Betrayal



Deep looking in the green area.

Asking why and why.

The waterfall was as if tears were abundant.

Gravity pulls people to dip into it.

Like a lost cause.

Betrayal after betrayal.

Anyone can betray and betrayed.

Another unforgivable betrayal.

Yes, the world is full of treachery.

Hence, world become tears blood flood.



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Untruthfulness.



I was stabbed. This time, l dont want to moved away into the sky. Because my wings are broken. And I realized where i came from. Its origin from the ground. And I just want to lie down on the ground and saw the sky. Seek and stretching the truth. Yes, easiness of people laughter. Easiness of people change. Dismissing feelings. He did this like one million times already! Harmless lie. A false impression. Become arrogant and perverts the truth. To tell the world what is white lie cleverly. Again and again. Probably want to be lead again to falsehoods. And now, he must laughter like craziest. Being satisfied become a very dangerous little person. Bullshit! Such as poker. It looks like sketching a shadow lie but looks the line. Hey, just want to make you know if it is a shit it is still a shit. It will not change the look, shape and smell. I kept your white lies. My heart seems so calm. Good. Just realize the tone of voice and emphatic body language. But, you lost find the door to my trust. From the beginning is a fraud. So much misleading, inaccurate, and false. Using sarcasm. No other words. But, no trust one more again! Its so pathetic when the victim already possesses. The bright turn to darkest. So much fear this night. I woke up. A good morning to the end. Won't trust anyone again. Now, just do it. Like your habit, just tell another lie, again and again. Lie amongst your lies. Like the chameleons changes.



Monday, September 7, 2015

All Year Around Falling in Love - Words: Hyde Music: Hyde

I'll give you a flower when the spring comes but if summer comes let's go see the pretty fireworks open a door that's been shut for so long I'm getting attracted to you a little miraculously Just love isn't enough. All year round falling in love When fall comes around I'll chase my dreams If I'm with you I can go anywhere destroy my shell in the inferno spread my wings high, and gather the wind If I'm with you I can go anywhere. I'm getting attracted to you a little miraculously Just love isn't enough All year round falling in love Always falling in love it is a destiny! Are you feeling the same ? Are you sharing the faith ? It was a fine wintry day. Remember when I met you All year around falling in love goodbye gravity, I'm free  spread my wings high, and gather the wind If I'm with you I can go anywhere. I'm getting attracted to you a little miraculously Just love isn't enough All year round falling in love It was a fine winter day All year around falling in love