D I C E

Who else wants to risk
live with me? 
I  deceive five knight  Pandavas
straight to the heart yudhistira
bear to pawn the empress
draupadi, the vile table gambling games
I cheered with joy when
man watched bewildered
losing my mind, give up
wracked misery

Who else wants to hand over
glorious life on the amount of numbers
the scratch as redpoint
colour six side faces
hand throw the master game
will adjust the position of my face
with experts so that the bookmakers
never win
destiny journey has been snared in
count figures are misleading
man turned into the deaf and
the blind are very easily fooled

will there still be interested fell
with me?
even if it could speak, I'm actually tired
witnessing the destruction of human
has stretched thousands of days that can be
achieved with honesty and struggle
but oh man why are you more world
happy chasing shadow
cunning to sink to the bottom of the mud!

Agats - Asmat, May 18, 2010

K U R U S E T R A

O my two brothers Pandavas and
Kauravas, is there a better option sacred
to you, unless risking cloak
the mighty king to officially reach the throne? 
bharata yuda  war perpetuate themselves in
colour puppet to a pool of blood spatters
at the hands of the almighty mastermind
gising screaming voice from the past
with full consciousness when you
power spread battleground
an arena to kill each other most absolute
and stabbed
authority of a king had been proclaiming
all citizens to swear allegiance
give up the reins of life for the majestic throne

O Baratha two bloody family
what happens after the play finished Kurukshetra
infinite bodies lying
call came howling spooky black crow
prey carcasses
nemesis has been dead a hundred slain
bisma was completely redeem the shame amba
droop at the tip arrows heroine, the woman warrior
dark twilight pulled over, whipped chills deserted
victory was only present
deserted palace walls, wives
who became a widow, since her husband's death
and children orphaned by
lost his father
and that terrible war the knights
has become the world stage inherited bleeding

Agats - Asmat, May 19, 2010

G R A T I N G

my soul float with dust
when the bars with a pair of ruthless stocks
my legs, even my hands have bled
planted of nails rust and hurt me
tacit
what's going on with the bureaucracy when
networking spider it changes as the wire
sharp barbed heart murmur judge yourself
I do not want to run, but how burning
floor must stmpede
is there I still can left
footprint?
time unraveled like a thin mist that immediately 
separated battered by storms

my soul floats with boisterous waves lapping
the break hit the Coral Coast
is there anything you can do about it but
dreaming about one day
when the warm sunlight refracted from
wire rope ten thousand poems that sing
silent sea as blue as sapphires soft
extend to the coastal lip
was running around like a flock of fireflies
carefree fireflies are fluttering, vivacious dance
leave hypocrisy

Agats - Asmat, May 22, 2010

D E W

I
reluctant
fall
cold perpetuate the silence
the air was shaking tortured
doubt
the night is too dark
for exposed
sun hastily ran left
morning
: Heart silent piece glued
enchanted and silent

I
will
be
stone
and bombarding the earth's crust
with a thousand stale story
unspeakable grief
has been ingrained color
wilted leaves
: Still rest piece missed
careful when cracking
hit time and passed
as the dust ....

Agats - Asmat, May 25, 2010

E M P R E S S

has absolutely won me love the mighty king
even more powerful cloak of greatness
all clothing ever worn the king
is there anything you can not want?
with very
I can easily draw the sword
for revenge and redeem thrust pain
also chairs the winner, just my index finger
accused, who on earth is entitled to possess
a thousand sweet ladies and courteous, smiling
from dawn till night split
stretches in black

I grabbed really have the heart of a
king in a thousand fragrant star-studded ceremony sacral
fragrant flowers
but love was only a piece of cake
Soft severed on sharp blades
jealousy: a thousand women stretch out your hands
even when only the crumbs that
can be obtained
I saw shadows fell when the blaze shadow
glowing fire of envy began to lick the walls
negligence
I forgot on which stands the magnificent glory
negate hospitality, one after the ladies
resigned slip away
were all furious enemies threatened with
gaze hate
time passed away at the door blows
thud pinning doubt
I was stunned when realized over the entire
story of my life

Agats - Asmat, May 26, 2010

F A I R

chasing a thousand thunderous sound
hunt the night sky
lipstick was the singer like a flutter
flag flashed boisterous cheering
stage of life
happy child running
picking up crumbs dreams and poetry

suddenly: "bam! bam! bam! bam! bam! bam! "
revolver barked
Air was cracked
man glued into a stone statue
blister cakes scattered
as ash
lights were fears
transform itself into a flock
firefly
who hastily flew pleading
pale moonlight

I was thrown in silence
desert, cold-pressed firearms
right in the gut
trembling faded, I'm sure
six bullets had vomited
but it soon turned into a pistol
gallows
someone held out a piece of string
: Oh, is there anything I authorized
determining the day of his own death?

Agats - Asmat, May 29, 2010

W A Y F A R E R

: If can I lay quiet
the leaden coffin
after the end of the dagger stab

manifest destiny now
as a written record of the trip
from the blood stream from the liver injury
has been cut off with a dream
a sword is swung
from my own hands
I'm worried about anxiety
I'm afraid of fear
time fades away and decompose
a cyclone ash desert
strike
- and I'm just a
nomads who thirst
conserved in the dry foliage
is shriveled and parched

: If the piece can meshes
rope, the greatest enemy is fierce
fighting within myself
- I want to immediately rush to go
continue this journey .....

Agats - Asmat, May 29, 2010

A PLAN

also presented with a delicious
sumptuous dishes on table
banquet
- a plan!
also gaze fondly and hate
like a butterfly flap
serene bouncing of the eyeball
the master
fashion even enemies and companion
Similar  true, can not be distinguished
absolute feast fatten
someone with a rope and friendship
while the spear was
sharpened before stabbing
right on target


gulp well with a glass
wine of life, bubbling
as jokes and laughter
- a plan!
cynical smile and sincerity
equally enthralling as sweet flowers
sugar
increasingly faint ticking clockwork
like a whisper when slowly
silent creep, danger threatens
: Pause for a moment still unfolding
leaving a bowl of dish
before spear lodged 
stab death

Agats - Asmat, June 5, 2010

T S U N A M I

: December 26, 2004

Our only leaves infertile
drifting sea swallowed the pain
Thy breath exhaled when restless
the thunder of the angry waves

tongue roaring waves
like the sharp claws of death
the violent tearing the curtain of life
Flood growl
from sources mala disastrous
tear down the houses,
invite cry
and finally
- silent!
nightmare unfolds on
corpses lying
wrenching howl black crow
lights are extinguished
dead without city pulse
: The world was shocked
"What applies to you
my brother? "

Our only piece of foliage without
sections are wind slaughtered
hungry and fell
at the end of the silent ruins,
debris from the sidelines screaming at us
shrieked efflux
: "Reach out your hand, O God .... The Supreme Ruler
Nature .... "

* Note to my brothers who had risen in Banda Aceh

K A R N A

: The dim twilight like a gilded
golden color when the meeting
occurred for the first and last time
"A thousand pardon mother, servant facing
fulfil a noble calling ",

"O karna, children radheya, the chariot coachman
 I accidentally called you, because I know
how daunted five Pandavas will
your magic. tomorrow, when Bharata Yudha has ended
I do not want to lose any of my hero.
real superiority you dedicate to
hundred giants, the Kauravas, not for the kids
I love "

twilight vibrate, receding into pale cloudy
and dewy on  drizzle, the sky seemed to sob
the act of human behaviour, the drums of war
sudden rumble in the chest of the man whose
actually the eldest pandava
instant because the great woman stared resolutely
words, women are too dainty heaven
so willingly float babies born
the Ganges river flows
was a coachman who adopt a child
wasted, then raise the
willing affection, radheya rabble
devoted to the Kauravas

"Slave mother, rest assured always, if tomorrow
Kurukshetra held, whether servant or one of the Pandavas
the fall, then the son's mother will remain five ",
twilight was toppled, swallowed soot night, because
understand, this meeting was the beginning of a sign
close to her death was the day ....

* piece of the story of Mahabharata

S I D E W A L K

there is something,
freeze in your pocket
silent clasped

ancient remains in the black night
the absolutizing skepticism
: A pair of legs still move
drizzle the rest of the restless delete
traces are printed
shivering and wet pavement
"Where going to go?"
murmur rippled
- I do not know
shadow figure flashed
fishing upset

the silent night
not speechless
no sound on the horseshoe
leaving only the hot asphalt road
echo
shadow chasing up
reached the end of the silent
a pair of eyes staring speechless
I know
about hatred it

I picked up the revolver, I shutter target
The first dew has faded
silent and sleepy air
I pulled the trigger
: Bang!!

true, has decided
already completed keselesaikan
revenge

Yogyakarta, July 1, 2010

M A G M A

I bubbled in
no measurable heat at depth
no trembling heart
mapped
yearning like a cloud that
fly embracing the sky
penetrate the virtual distance stuttering
and not spell
if wishes could swash
through the froth of words
: Footsteps towards one
meeting point, but now
stony silence

I boil the cavity
hidden like a dream
buried
to gush from the mountain crater
or forgotten then destroyed
burning in the recesses of the soul increasingly
struggle to get loose
nan lasting heat ignited expands
and will not die
- when was coming a time
for both possibilities?

Agats - Asmat, July 17, 2010

EDGE HEAVENS

silently clasped palms in cold handgun: beretta suppressed escaped the gaze, because the fog unravel as if the limp scarf floating I'm still looking figure flashed enemy without a word, but a flash his eyes like a sharp dagger slicing threatened and hurt by a vicious bear I left the residence, flew aboard the dream sky cover, distance nan reluctantly severed and always ends in a question
compete with the speed of the search when the time remained adamant hunt at the rate set one direction where the feet should be stopped? sweat was petrified and fall quiet spell hit yourself now achieved, the edge of the sky end of life are blurred driven winds finish trip I looked at a pair of eyes on the surface of the pool water I caught the shadow of revenge, hatred is still whipping to run up to come today
my blood froze I viewfinder should target, I pulled the trigger I silence eruption to kill opponents the recesses of the soul apparently rages, inevitable?
Agats - Asmat, July 19, 2010

W A V E S

I'll keep banging herself
fingers along the coast as the wind
is always gripping, counting
sand
I anchoring tired on the draw and the boisterous bubbly
when tired of sailing ships
the ocean of life
then rests on the relative boundary
afternoon and evening are doubtful and
suddenly shook
was the fish and seagulls have allied
perpetuate a thousand rhymes missed
because scorching more stinging
burn time

I will continue to pursue the coral coast
body slammed sea
to be petrified salt
questions without answers
and grief no heart
how unspeakably dark cloudy
nan is getting dark - dark as night
roared with screams
and thunderous storm
the lightning and thunder
waves will also be devoted
preserve natural sounds when
time comes and lies
no more words

Agats - Asmat, June 8, 2010

L A N T E R N

I will never be able
disclose night
dark absolutizing
shadow
and perpetuates ruling
flake revenge
the  moonlight illusion
that bounce at the bottom of the pool
and cracked disturbed scepticism
where Are You?
when the cold increasingly steep
call dewfall
vacuum freeze

I'm getting tired incandescent
the eternal black
confirmed the pain
even when the time of breath
the stars are away and
moths
fear
I had to survive on drip
efflux oil
For most long dark
though to be inferior to
fortitude
slowly dawn shines
trace evening shaking, running
helter-skelter

Agats - Asmat, June 10, 2010

B U L L E T

: Die ....

what exactly that has prevailed
when hot bullets dug pond
bloody right in your chest
love the cut of the fruit
si-ma-la-ka-ma*
implies a destiny at death
pretence of a catastrophic
shadow of the authority of the director
the left is a face painting dainty
displayed magnificent, but lost
soul

even if it be thou leave
line of the wall behind the frozen coffin
all frightened witness ran
justice had been shaky take leave to go
: Is the child who must
surrender redeem tragedy of life
when freedom only applies to
Shrewd traders who sell
wealth
story fall like rain in the middle
drought that destroyed immediately
devoured wasteland

Agats - Asmat, May 26, 2010

F L A M E

: West Bank, 1970
what does a girl for you
when the burly hand-pour
grease, waging death
the limp body
slip on the second eclipse
my eyes lit flames
might exhale
as if the storm
then silence
: I'm just a piece of meat
blister, flounder
the heartbeat is no longer obey
 

my shadow  decomposes into
ash, the fetus was silent
without power to call his father
who could throw
the mother's face smeared disgrace brought
judgment on table
- I have to die for the honour
own family

however
the world was not prosecute
fault, the sacrificial lamb who then
withheld from slaughter table
: What does a girl for you
when the desire for a life rolling
as fate
it is just a piece of cruelty
heart screams
and petrified in the past

From: Burned Alive, by Souad, Alvabet Literature
true story that rocked about a
women who escaped assassination in the name of
honour.

S A L I*

I refuse  dawn broke efflux
cadaverous moon, looking worried
morning
shivering mist whipped up from the tip
silencing at the top of the sky and hills 
choke air
I closed my ears
no longer heard a child crying
hunger and thirst
father was a stocky and powerful
will not change hands like a whip
and whipping with vile
injure the gut
: When the pigs are paid as
bride on wedding day
a woman is a slave
life!
freedom dreams evaporate with fog
and pulled torn deserted

I wore stones as clothing
Today, I left sali * in
the edge of silence
wind rammed his body
on the surface of the water times
call me wave
: "Come on, I'd been waiting day death!"
rejecting the pain from the brink
my body light as cotton, toppled
and drift
I pick you up brink of destiny, doom doors kutembus
I came on a
exemption ....

* Sali: Dani women traditional clothes

A note on the way to Wamena
February 1994