That pierced the night silence

night fall, subject to silent. a stoic silence, conquering sound.

pierced the night silence up to the heart of poetry

I sit on the universal sign, interpret signals from the depths of the soul

Like A Tree

like a tree, is not your life want to become rooted?  aren't you want to have a history of delicious fruit. and we are all grateful
may you want to plan a history of treacherous, but we'll soon know. if we also be cheated, remember  that God would never be deceived
be a good tree, a history which is always remembered  by the prayers
Malang, May 31, 2011

Similar Needles The rain

Similar needle rain one day, the memories of endless glide from the sky, past,memories do not stop playing shadow

glide needles stuck in his head, shadow play, memories such as a piece of disc that plays movies instead changed: laugh cry sad happy

dancing in the memory of the spins in the head, and memories of stone showered withneedles into the minds of

memories remain rain with needles. memories memories rain o rain. and you aredancing with pain

o recalls the rain!

Malang, May 31, 2011

To the Readers of Poetry

I want to greet you with words that are not easily forgotten, the words are collected from the fingers of time to eternity

I leaned against the wall of wind. dreams that blister in the sun. life is difficult to understand, even love puzzles

if in your chest springs there, why face-to-eye by boiling anger? similar to Earth'srestless, wanting to throw up

please anchored imagination, in the harbor dreams, please docked at the pier waiting.weary sailors who hit a storm, please rest

Malang, May 23, 2011

Looking at the Rain Dusk

I sit here. looking at the rainy twilight. no you. only wind and residual slip in the dim light.you where?

as a pen, I want to write poems in the odd lines, something that may very strange, and you call it: poetry

You also recalls the autumn leaves in the evening of poetry, a love who kissed your forehead?

let me sneak in a blue memories. so you know, there I miss you. always.

recalls the blue. the blue sky. blue dream. and also miss the blue. you're asleep on the canvas of my life.

canvas that you decorate with all the longing, has exhibited in the gallery. I looked at always. loving

Love So Pure

Similar to the wild flowers bloom in the virgin forest.?

I interpret a hunch

of verse poem poet dying choked up because you finish the sentence?

poem tired to look up into the sky. crescent moon, black sky, the stars blinking. such confusion in his chest

for the love that you do not understand, but you sense, in tears slip