Pedagang Bunian

Tebarkan bauan bangkai gagak
Di simpang empat tiada kelana
Nantikan pedagang dari neraka
Menawarkan harga untuk bauan kematian

Susulan dari pedagang bunian
Mengkehendaki bauan kematian disulam sentiasa
Hidup mewah tiada bahagia
Wang ringgit di mahkota
Derita di selubung sukma

Tertawa di malam bulan merah
Apa yang menanti di sini
Hanya amarah
Terbunuh di malam bulan merah
Apa yang termaktub di sini
Hanya sumpahan

Sang algojo merenung
Dari kamar cahaya
Melibas syamsir neraka
Dari kelibat bayang bunian

Mana kan mampu kau kata
Mana kan mampu kau tolak
Tatkala roh digenggam erat
Dan jasad mu dimamah ulat

Lunar Aria

Lunar sings a grace repertoire
In the cold calming red night
Her voice is such a sweet aria
Embrace the cold heart with warmth

Lunar christens the nameless dawn
From the stars embodied nebula
A serenade for the beloved morn
Yin kisses the Yang

Renaissance of the heartthrob dirge
A requiem that breathe pure foetus
The euphoria for the gloomiest sun
Saturates her voice
Lunar aria

Demons stoned for every crescendo
The sky cries a gilded melancholy
Upon the dancing earth
The miseries withered and never come back

Her voice is eternally harmony
A lacuna in the sad centuries
The ephemera for the languages
Rest in the cold cranium of serenities

Renaissance of the heartthrob dirge
A requiem that breathe pure foetus
The euphoria for the gloomiest sun
Saturates her voice
Lunar aria

Solomon’s Garden

This is the promise
For the injustice heaven
Thou art vengeance
Seraphic damnation
Tainted bliss shalt die
With mine name on its grave

Congregation for the dying prophet
The writing of the witchcraft begins
The damned Seal should be shattered
For the supreme domination over the fleshy entities

Cut the sea in half
The Siren cut the sea in half
In the narrowest abyss
The ring is buried
Beyond the sight of Gabrielle
The lying tomb of Solomon’s garden
Engraved sacredly

The grotesque time is come
For us to build this world filthy
The grotesque time is come
For us to build the heaven in flame

The Breathless Countess of Foam

Lies in sporadic verses
Eternally Aphrodite lying sleepless
Hopeless
Breathless
A cut on her vena cava
Never loathe a single drop
Of white platelet

Her songs embrace Sappho
The grace of art
The prettiest lacuna
Slaughtered in Byzantina
With tears of Aphrodite
Running through the words

Her song embraces me
In such a grotesque persona
Blackened in coma
Die with amputated heart

The theater runs in velvety
The applause from the deities
As the hymn of Aphrodite
The Venus aria
Gyrate towards the two ears
Softly finger the eyelids
The Muses crying
As the piercing lullaby
Crush their soft voices - The arid caressing

The breathless countess of foam
Burial held wherever sadness has roamed
Forsaken in time – the coldest martyrdom
For every sacrificed mortal she is adorned.









28.04.2007

Triprasetia

Menunggumu selama abad berganti
Bertemankan maharupa wajahmu di hati
Dari suargaloka ke naraka
Ku khabarkan pemergianmu

Biarku teroka dunia
Biarku selam samudera
Sumpah ikrarmu merobek nafas
Datanglah rungkaikan sepi ngeri ini

Sayugianya engkau pergi
Menikmati dinginnya kalikausar
Sayugianya engkau pergi
Mengunciku dengan derita
Memberikanku seribu duka yang berpanjangan

Siralah Satir

Kabus apakah ini yang menyelubungi?
Sirna sukma mati
Toreh arteri diri
Sinar sukma mati

Bangunku dalam lena
Dibuai kekosongan
Jiwa merintih pedih
Tak siapa peduli

Angin menghembus bayangku pergi
Mentari membakar api yang seerti
Siralah satir mencemar hati
Aulia yang sujud
Hanya pada satir

Rakus mencakar langit, menebuk bumi
Memamah biru samudera
Mencetus senja nan merah
Membakar sayap malaikat

Bangunku pada dunia nyata
Dibuai kekosongan
Namun tiada dusta
Pada cermin diri

Siralah satir
Siralah api
Mengaku Tuhan
Menipu manusia
Siralah masa
Siralah kekal
Siralah Tuhan
Yang menukar insan
Menjadi satir

Puranas

O’ Puranas
Could thou please, sir
Let go of me
To the grains of the earth
To the tears of the birds

Thunder keeps calling me
Overwhelm my infinity

O’ Puranas
Could thou please, sir
Let go of me
To the sacred of faith
To the hands of death

Mountain keeps calling me
Lay me a blanket of snow
And the crystal throne
And Mr., thou can probably
Preserve my core
And let go my soul

O’ Puranas
My veins are roots
Bracing Lotus foot
But these earth grains garrote me
Rage upon my eternity
“Thy time is over”
The biblical words
Subliminal whisper
Over my omnipresence

Penetrate my skin
The thorn of black rose
Of Tartarus
Pierce me harder
And deeper

O’ Puranas
Thou ne’er listen
Immerse me
With such a sweet fleshes
And marble bones
Those wrap my spirit
That longing for God’s arms
To embrace me