surrender never

with this black ink
i wash my pain
bold and plain

and the beauty sinks
into this crater of cancerous grains
cold as marble saints

though i stand under the faded moon
with palms open to the dripping wounds
i surrender never to the gloom

dead is fine #poem-against #indonesia'sdeathpenalty

dead is fine
isn't it mr. president?
so you decide mine
cause dead, is fun

(you said, my life's a diabolical altar
nights with no stars
filthy offerings i've burnt so far

my life's a haunting shadow
beleaguers young souls that follow
leads them to the darkest hollow)

so in your hands my hellish life shall end

(dawn isn't far behind these bars
to his altar i rush to bow
before the lines of his 'algojo'
who'd send me to the only place (you) they know
               to the bottom of the hell
               there, forever i shall dwell)

so mr. president will glow
proud as a new hero...

happy clean up mr. president
be ready to be dirty
the ashes and the rest of the mess
that i've left on your altar
they'd be the confetti for your party



*algojo = executioner


#deathpenalty
#balinine

a bee on my knee

one sweet little bee
sitting on my shaking knee
asking to marry me
to be his wife if i agree
a gift of fancy hive
full of sparkling honey
that will last for life
is his promise to me

so i tell him to flee
cause i' m not a good wife to be
i just want to be free
like a jumping flea
peeing everywhere with glee
here and there
on your head
and on your neck

please don't be sad sweet bee
but you'd better flee
for i don't like brewing coffee
for others but me
not even to a sweet handsome bee
i won't share any
not my coffee
not my tea

but he refuses to flee
and i' m unhappy to see
a bee on my knee
so never blame me
putting you as my top nominee
to be the anonymous dead body
under my feet you'd be
forever be
a dead jolly bee

i wish i could bury you,

the sickle who tears the night sky
and i wish i found you neatly sleep
under peter's tomb
all shall be doomed

to keep you quiet
-in silent mode-
completely mute
as  gentle frozen  dudes

for you know not to whisper
even in your prayers
you be the broken recorders
that chant the sham words of holy papers
kudos for the lordling over yonder

the crowd that slices the moon with sword
and worships it in a piece of shroud

2 a.m coffee

two a.m coffee
repeated shows on tv

the same stories
the old memories

faded pieces of herstory

memories once shared
now belonged to the ignorant night

tears and agony
blended in her coffee

coarse, black, bitterly honest

repetition of thought
went on smoldering for years
deeply buried beneath her fears

twas the time for her
to avow her thought

before another pot
of sorrow
be poured in to her tomorrow's show

for two from one

'tis with thorns i come to thee

a drop of poisoned coffee
sipped from ivy's toxic lips

a spoonful of 'monkshood' stew
for thine spirit to chew

sit still and be fully agree with me
if not be
        permanently my silent enemy
for thy victory is my enmity

ye! skinny!

enjoy this conspicuous conspiracy
the enormities endorsed by my toadies

nay!
no confetti in thine party





note:
one is #Jokowi
two is Prabowo
(indonesia's presidential election)

my poetry is about to leave

my poetry is about to leave
the paper will soon be empty

yet every syllable will forever linger
in the stanzas that hold them together

like chocolate
that holds the almond nuts

i'll keep my poetry well

in the clef of my heart she dwells

prayers and faith
be the sandwich on my plate

it's more than a heartbeat
a complete recital in one single beat

(the poetry that stays in my artery and my misery)