There was a wedding at Pendopo Cipete. A picture of a lady whose face is hidden behind a Philodendron plant in a large earthenware pot. It's obscure. Like one of those tabloid pictures. It implies there is something paranormal about it. The only wedding ceremony that took place there recently was Bjorn and Lalita's. I wasn't dressed. I was barefoot. I walked out to the street with a bottle of beer in my hand or it could have been apple cider. My uncle walks toward me, he stops and eyes me. I ignore him, walking on in a daze. Flash forward to a wooded area with my dad. All the trees were covered in moss. Flash forward. I go out of a bathroom and a trio of men in white clothing. One of them a midget. They wait at the side of a doorway waiting to surprise a friend coming out. It's a false alarm. I wasn't surprised, since it wasn't for me. I'm back at Cipete. I sit on the bench next to the guard post. Michael passes by and I grab him, asking him when we would spend time together, if memory serves me well. He replies that we already had breakfast together.
Monday, May 25, 2015
Sunday, February 17, 2013
From my dark days
Dying Alive
His heart beats for a cadaver
The blood runs in vain
waiting to gush out his wrists
He lost himself in oblivion
forgetting love and hate
He only knows despair
His soul will soon empty
and be a vacuum
which will siphon what’s left of his sanity
Sleep Eternal
Let me sleep forever
Because the morning sun brings nothing but dread
A sliver of light licks my face
And I am reminded of these
My obligations and expectations
Made with sickening absurdity
By incomprehensible people
The colors of my world has faded away
There is no taste, zeal or life
In its stead is internal torment
My life’s structure has rotten away
Into sand, ash and dust
My only solace is my slumber
And the hope that I don’t wake up
Friday, June 3, 2011
Who Loves Jakarta?
Jakarta is sick
Free and radical motorbikes
clot the veins of the city.
Wild and rampant buses
spread like cancer.
Fat blocks of malls and condos
cause high traffic pressure.
Rivers of trash recirculates the waste
and house parasites that leech money
off of sympathizers.
From within emerges a virus that has
long corrupted this urban jungle.
The virus that built this city
It eats away at itself
Free and radical motorbikes
clot the veins of the city.
Wild and rampant buses
spread like cancer.
Fat blocks of malls and condos
cause high traffic pressure.
Rivers of trash recirculates the waste
and house parasites that leech money
off of sympathizers.
From within emerges a virus that has
long corrupted this urban jungle.
The virus that built this city
It eats away at itself
The Ego
Imagining the infinite number of conscious entities
Each one observing a different world
But their worlds will become similar
As most will merge into others
Their sense of self lost in a snug cirlce
They are safe but static
A few might drift in isolation
Occasionally penetrating some circles
But never stick
Carrying a burden too heavy
Too hard for sheep
Who cannot comprehend
That I am in awe of the self
Realizing the 1st person perspective
I am bewildered; the obersever
The thought is daunting and thrilling
That I'm truly alone
Each one observing a different world
But their worlds will become similar
As most will merge into others
Their sense of self lost in a snug cirlce
They are safe but static
A few might drift in isolation
Occasionally penetrating some circles
But never stick
Carrying a burden too heavy
Too hard for sheep
Who cannot comprehend
That I am in awe of the self
Realizing the 1st person perspective
I am bewildered; the obersever
The thought is daunting and thrilling
That I'm truly alone
Saturday, October 16, 2010
0-10+|
"I was born to brew up storms, stir up shit, kick up dust, cuss, 'till I slur up shit" -Slim Shady
One is first, last and the best.
2 is a couple
Three is the perfect number
4 is war of the elements
five is your saviour, The Warrior of Light
6 goes well with 9
SEVEN is unseen, magnificent and everywhere
8 will embrace and envelop you with dark white light for eternity
9 is euphoria and loves to eat 6
10 is finished, perfect, complete and everlasting
PS Amen
One is first, last and the best.
2 is a couple
Three is the perfect number
4 is war of the elements
five is your saviour, The Warrior of Light
6 goes well with 9
SEVEN is unseen, magnificent and everywhere
8 will embrace and envelop you with dark white light for eternity
9 is euphoria and loves to eat 6
10 is finished, perfect, complete and everlasting
PS Amen
Wednesday, September 15, 2010
Neo-kids
Children are the future. They have the best of both worlds, Venus and Mars. Out of 5 million wiggling tadpoles only one makes it to the egg they all want. Survival of the fittest, BITCH!
Parents are there to support them with love, enrichment and their protection. Babies are cranky and annoying only because we don't know what they need. They were just pulled out of the sea of milk after 9 months of blissful slumber. They cannot use their minds yet, they only act on instinct. They always know what they want and need. Their minds are a sponge, it craves knowledge and facts, so be careful not to taint it....fuck you know what I mean.
Parents are there to support them with love, enrichment and their protection. Babies are cranky and annoying only because we don't know what they need. They were just pulled out of the sea of milk after 9 months of blissful slumber. They cannot use their minds yet, they only act on instinct. They always know what they want and need. Their minds are a sponge, it craves knowledge and facts, so be careful not to taint it....
Saturday, September 4, 2010
Fuck it all!
"One puff of the chron and I'm unstoppable"
-Dr. Dre
Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.
P.S. This verse is for all those fuck ups out there who have endured so much torment and suffering. It is now your turn and "you better lose yourself in the music, the moment you own it, you better never let it go, you only get one shot".
-Dr. Dre
Wherefore, my beloved, as ye have always obeyed, not as in my presence only, but now much more in my absence, work out your own salvation with fear and trembling.
P.S. This verse is for all those fuck ups out there who have endured so much torment and suffering. It is now your turn and "you better lose yourself in the music, the moment you own it, you better never let it go, you only get one shot".
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