Greens and Fogs

when i come to this world 

you always teach me to get lesson’s done

in more casualties

you always proclaim

life is short and sucks most of the time

night is short and fog comes 

as the blanket comes when shiver enters

when i humble with this societies

i always want to go over you

to be back with you

though some rules bond us to

but when im not with you

its like when the greens hardly want

to say goodbye to fogs

one day i’ll leave

as the one you’ve raised

and one time fog leaves

as the nature says

and one day be back

and one time be back

to be more than just 

a thing

but everything

and its always the greens and the fogs

when i keep walking

i never want to look back

more as a cliche mode

im saying i wont look back

but im coming back

just for you

as the fog chills the greens

and the greens never say yes for less

High Dose of Dichipline and a sort of Fuck Off

i feel like a robot

roaring up from 80s to whenever god knows

its been the fluctuating bar

where they only serve  knowledge and climates

severing to the end result we might laugh 

oh i feel like a robot

buzzing up from dawn till midnite

im studying so hard and be as 

the smarty mr.gargoyle and his pompous

bitchin to the end funny little report

people seem assume god asks us to be dilligent

but whatsoever says dilligent is uncool

so call dorkology121

im here needing dichipline and a bit fuck off

lesson for happily ever laughter 

dude im a robot still

but less chemistry and poetry

its been the relevant bar

where 2+3 isnt only 5 yeah

if you ask why go get the red label

satin scape

this has got to be wrong

me and you and little martini

with the elimination of consequences

we have nothing to fear

gardenia on your side

soccer ball beneath the shadow

never put behind when we’re good to go

we embrace so hard 

here is the scape where we go on easy talk

a bit vulgar scene where there aint eclipse

a little kiss beyond the tradition

a little freedom to escape from the world

i love this scape

so i practically subverse my bliss

through your dark straight hair

lady in satin

i’d invite you down to my scape from your metal friends

here is the scape where we go on easy talk

a bit melodic scene where there aint microphone

a little kiss beyond the role

a little escape from the bugging world

i wish

i wish

i could live in it

Windows

and get here as soon as possible before the wine gets sore

my snickers start to wet out when there’s torrential downpours

you just come with all the smiles that makes me senseless with this rainy day

it rains and im soaked but yeah im soaked in u 

just from the windows

im driving my car and sing the same old songs always constant

my kilometres is as constant as my life isnt all but plain

you just arrive with all the sweetness that makes me selfless on this constant drive

its flat and im flattened but yeah im flattened by u

just from the windows

good morning paradise

let me wake up in smile 

let me toast my loaf of bread in smile

let me see how lovely the fog when dawn is on

just from the windows

how many times do i have to say that im just all unprofessional man

after all these years being so plain not more than morning traffic

you just sit there with all the gentle tranquil sunshines that makes me sleepless on this early class

its early and im awakened and regretless awakened by you

just from my windows

Song For Susan

susan is the woman with glasses and a loner

mending her loneliness and with a cup of tea

pitching in to the 40s lonely life

susan is the woman with her classyness

skinny frame all over the surface

cheering for the 40s individualism

susan is the woman misses her parent

tired of the world

tired of waiting

the blue pale sky on her tea cup

the rainy day on her tears 

the starry moment she always imagined

where things are done 

susan is tired of waiting

susan is the girl that says she’s fine

as fine as the broken glass where only artist says it is

and she’s tired of waiting

one day at her place she died

at the 40s secret club

where only tired people ae cheering

goodbye to her and congratulation 

Pengakuan seorang Merah

Bila anda bertanya bagaimana kehidupan merah muda saya, saya tidak akan mengelakkan diri saya untuk tidak menjawab itu, tetapi saya akan membuat pengakuan yang akan membuat anda tidak akan bertanya lagi untuk 10 menit bahkan 48 jam kedepan. Cinta saya mungkin jauh, walaupun Asia dan Eropa memang satu belahan bumi yang sama, tapi apakah itu tidak berarti bahwa kilometer adalah menit? >Bagaimana kehidupan cinta mu merah? Sudah cukup, saya akan menyimpan perasaan ini hingga Tuhan  berbisik kami berjodoh atau tidak. Mungkin nanti bukan sekarang. Sekarang biarkan masing-masing dari kami menjalani ke-stagnan-an hidup kami. Biarkan kami mengerti apa arti hidup bila bertemu yang lain selain kami berdua, bila penghubung kami adalah kabel, dan akankah kesabaran akan menguatkan logika kami bahwa kami pantas untuk bersama.Jikapun kami berjodoh, maka memang itu surga sesungguhnya, bersama hingga memang pemisah kami adalah peti mati kami. Dan jika Tuhan Maha Romantis, saya yakin Dia akan mempertemukan kami berdua di taman Eden, kekal, abadi, selamanya. Sekarang,Akankah anda bertanya lagi? 

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