Friend

 

We deal in righteousness too much, friend.

We flex our moral muscles

Proudly in front of each other

When we learn about death

 

Our tears, become sweat

Our sadness becomes power

The news is our benchpress

Our words are talk radio

And end up as music

But only to our ears

 

You say millions die

And you say people cry

But friend,

Where were you

When they breathed their last sigh?

 

Where was you

When the story went by

When the anchors were lifted high

While these souls

Did not want to fly?

 

 

Death devastates, friend

It is your reason

For your gym membership

It is your reason for your

Million dollar personal trainer

It must be tiring

To flex your fingers

in front of your screen

Isn’t it, friend?

 

Surprise me with your body, friend

Show me that you care

Show me you really know what death is

So that you can be healthy

Without the need to be seen

  • Dylan Amirio, 2013.
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rainbow

Even though the year has dressed itself in radiant colours
A touch of grey and the deepest of black still pops up from time to time,
Like a stain that can’t be washed out
but it slowly blends as one with the rest.

You can wash it many times,
the stain will fade but it’ll still stay.
What can you do?
Wear it.

Wear it cos it no longer ruins your dress
Wear it because it has become the dress.

After all, it’s also colour.

holy sinking ship

All this stupid talk out of this conversation

Only makes it hurt more

On a quiet bed, it’s the springs that do the talking

And it’s us that become the silence

 

Sprawling  negativity in the site

Of your largest hearts

Welcomed with open arms

But devoid of all its charm

 

Tainted fiery lips

Ona plate of succession, a simmer of truth

Calling outside

A love for you

 

Did it ever happen?

Has it taken form?

 

Like cocaine and traumatized green eyes

Two miles long, crossing our eyes

And fingers

As we headed home

 

Maybe there is nowhere to go

But I don’t want to believe that yet

Because there’s no way this cant last

There’s nothing to free
It will return by itself

But to be reminded of the excess

The best light I’ve ever touched
The sweetest smile I’ve ever met

 

 

 

 

Demi Penguasa (For the Master)

Based on an extraordinary dream felt on 5/4/2016:

The protests escalated into a form of confused chaos that is very quintessentially Indonesian. A sea of men in white robes and white hats and jet black beards shaking the gates like lustful rabid beasts, aiming to please the ideas that they have made for themselves.

I exit the building, and walk towards the gates, coming face to face with the smell of their tired and pungent yelling underneath their breaths. They all want me out of my office, out of my job, because I am not devout. Because I cause problems for their masters. Because I talk too much and because i “challenge the divine”. Every reason is a foil for the violence that they desire.

The last stand comes. I walk over to the power generator where their microphones source their power and snip off the cable, making the cage rattle harder as the beasts roughly sway.

I command the guards to open the gates (of course they were hesitant), but I assured them that nothing will harm them, as the target is me alone.

Before the moment comes, within the loud anger of the rioters, I take the closest megaphone and speak what would become my last words:

DEMI PENGUASA (For the Master)

 

Terima kasih (Thank you)

Hari ini aku akan jatuh (today I will fall)

Berkat saudara2ku (with help from my brothers)

Bikinlah ibuku menangis (Make my mother cry)

Agar kau bisa merasa benar (so that you can feel right)

Lemparlah kepalan tanganmu (toss a fist)

Agar darahku bikin kau puas (so that my blood can make you smile)

 

Bikinlah anakku rindu (Make my children yearn)

Demi nama kepercayaan yang kau buat sendiri itu (for your take)

Dari sesuatu yang sebenarnya indah (on a belief that is supposed to be beautiful)

 

Apa yang sesungguhnya kau cari? (What are you really looking for?)

Jubah putih, peci putih (White robes, white hat)

Buku tulisan (notebooks)

Kitab yang di coret2 (A tome filled with scribbles)

Teriakan bau (The smelly yelling)

Mahkluk2 ganas (of rabid beasts)

 

Sepertinya kau mengerti (It seems you understand)

Kalau aku seharusnya tidak pantas di dunia ini (that I am not supposed to be on this lovely earth)

Denganmu (with you)

 

Demi tuhanmu yang tersenyum (For your lord who smiles)

Ketika musuhmu lumpuh (when your enemy is destroyed)

Demi tuhanmu yang membisikkan keinginan untuk kehancuran (for your lord that whispers destruction)

Ke kupingmu (into your ear)

 

Demi tuhan yang ingin kau  (for your lord who wants you)

Mati untuknya (to die for them)

Demi tuhan yang ingin kau hidup (for your lord that wants you to live)

Hanya untuk menyembahnya (only to praise them)

Demi peraturan yang kau ikuti dengan teladan (for the rules you make that you follow so well)

Yang sengaja membedakan manusia dengan manusia lain (that divides humans from other humans)

 

Kemarilah (come)

Dan buat tuhanmu bangga (and make your lord proud)

karena dia tidak akan bisa senang (because they could not be happy)

kalau kau tidak bangga (if you aren’t)
Inilah apa yang kau berikan (This is what you give).

 

I spread my arms. The guards open the gates. The earth shakes.

There will be no martyrs here.

 

Kita Kian Jauh Tersesat
[We’ve strayed further away]

Kau ingat bila malam ia datang mengisahkan berbagai mimpi
Sepanjang siang ia menyaksikan dunia yang seperti mimpi

Pesan utama ditayangkan dalam iklan para tengkulak
Berita sehari-hari jadi selingan, lelucon para tengkulak

Kau ingat malamnya ia melihat lebih dulu baru bermimpi
Sewaktu terjaga semua kisah menjadi apa yang kita alami

Pesan utama zaman ini disampaikan iklan para tengkulak
Berita tentang peristiwa hanya selingan, canda para tengkulak

Sesekali dengan rasa hampa, kita mengingatnya kembali
Dengan rasa terkucil dan teraniaya silih berganti

Pesan utama digelarkan dalam iklan para tengkulak
Berita bencana hanya selingan, guyon para tengkulak

Kita merasa kian tersesat, terhina dalam kesepian
Membaca dan menulis, menulis dan membaca

Agama-agama baru usianya setahun jagung

2007

RIP Leon Agusta, fierce Indonesian poet.

Terlilit oleh Biru

Adam dan angsanya yang setia sadar bahwa

Hawa hanya pikiran yang lewat

dan takdirnya ditentukan oleh tangan yang diciptakannya

di luar pagar taman Eden

ia sadar kalau ialah mahkluk rapuh

>

apa kau bisa bertahan di dunia ini

yang kau juga bangun dengan tanganmu sendiri?

berhentilah bertanya!

jadilah seperti air yang terjun dari bebatuan

terimalah.

>

apa yang kau perlu untuk menerimanya

bawalah.

tetapi kau tidak perlu mobilmu, atau ketakutanmu

atau pikiranmu

it’s just one long fall below

>

Pas kau jatuh ke tanah

dan menjadi bagian dari dunia ini

dan jiwamu bebas

itulah waktu buat hidup.