After the storm, rain, black night, and the scorching burn -- still leaving a traces of life ..
Saturday, December 31, 2016
Friday, December 23, 2016
YOGYAKARTA: Randu Sari --The Hidden Waterfall
Thursday, December 22, 2016
C O L O U R E
I am purple:
after red blood dissolves together
blue sea, on the window sill of the universe
mortal
I drift off on a string of grapes
ripe, vegetable eggplant, and
rare rocks
I am grey:
when melted dark night
together with strands of white silk
waving on the horizon frame
I was attached to student uniforms, smearing
jail wall
and coagulates in a million
river stone
I am orange:
red when the saga melt
in molten gold and fused
along quiet twilight
I conduct myself on the lips
shiny party dress
and comely pair of cheek
blushed
I am white:
as winter comes I
will blow everything
coloured, I shed loose from
frozen sky, blanketing the sport life
as snow
I will still be the only
coloured to the cold wind blows
efflux
spring arrived
Agats - Asmat, March 25, 2010
after red blood dissolves together
blue sea, on the window sill of the universe
mortal
I drift off on a string of grapes
ripe, vegetable eggplant, and
rare rocks
I am grey:
when melted dark night
together with strands of white silk
waving on the horizon frame
I was attached to student uniforms, smearing
jail wall
and coagulates in a million
river stone
I am orange:
red when the saga melt
in molten gold and fused
along quiet twilight
I conduct myself on the lips
shiny party dress
and comely pair of cheek
blushed
I am white:
as winter comes I
will blow everything
coloured, I shed loose from
frozen sky, blanketing the sport life
as snow
I will still be the only
coloured to the cold wind blows
efflux
spring arrived
Agats - Asmat, March 25, 2010
P U R P L E
I escape
from rainbow circuit
breezes waft took
go and shed at the edge
time
: I give coloure to flowers and butterflies,
paint river wall
and stones
Wind continues wanderer
up across the city gates
paint sheet ideals, haute couture,
scarf, and a string of jewels
Wind still running
I blow back colors on the curtains,
candles, paper flowers, and
a million poems
: I too want to fly
back home
but the rain has long subsided
turns, curved wistfully
but wheel rainbow there is now no ....
Agats - Asmat, March 26th, 2010
from rainbow circuit
breezes waft took
go and shed at the edge
time
: I give coloure to flowers and butterflies,
paint river wall
and stones
Wind continues wanderer
up across the city gates
paint sheet ideals, haute couture,
scarf, and a string of jewels
Wind still running
I blow back colors on the curtains,
candles, paper flowers, and
a million poems
: I too want to fly
back home
but the rain has long subsided
turns, curved wistfully
but wheel rainbow there is now no ....
Agats - Asmat, March 26th, 2010
YOGYAKARTA --Gumuling Wells, Secret Mosque Underground
H E A D K E R C H I E F
: A night in the old town
only solitude residual
dark, stumbling
waved to a purple headkerchief
even lawn grass screaming perish
attacked by caterpillars dying foliage and then the sound of silence
which breaks down: "where is the end of waiting?"
jaded heart waiting for answers
after lies, pain and doubt
will there still should be suspended?
who reluctantly went freezing cold
in the bottom of the heart
perpetuate deserted
I want to break the silence, but
solitaire that time is still stony silence
perennial rotates in the heart cavity
--leave me alone! so I can clean
feeling increasingly dither death
approaching rumble as if a wave
slaughter negligence
: Getting old town, the night advancing age
heart was troubled
headkerchief strands suddenly choking on blood!
Agats - Asmat, August 20, 2011
Wednesday, December 21, 2016
YOGYAKARTA --Ijo Temple
YOGYAKARTA: Breksi, The Garden Rock
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