8. Here is the true sentence of me actually

I always get what I want or die in trying to get it.

7. Independence Day Outside Indonesia

6. What I am!

I am a passer by.
You won't know me,
You won't recognize me,
You won't even notice me.

I'll do you good things and small favors.

But when you're starting to notice it, i am already gone.

Anybody passing my way.
Or maybe someday when I pass your way?...
well....
we will meet any other way,
someday, anyway...uhm...whatever.

5. This suppose to be landed at the end of July 2004

Crosslink at July 2004





patience and compassionate lead me to nothing,
memory betrayed me and my heart,
great burden sliping into my soul inside, pressing very hard,
everything now is way too diferent from what's in my mind before,

who is the lover, honestly?
is she different from one that occupied my mind for many years?

here i am and i thought time had set me free,
but those thought of you keep taunting me.
consuming everything inside and leave nothing... mercy me please.
oh.. i have tried so hard to make the best of it for everyone.

will this be end?
else, i have confined myself until the end of me

now, i have to turn to way which will drive me to the place where i don't belong there
yet, in this 'paripurna', miracle have sacrified me for someone else,
little hope that i've bought with many years of my life is burnt to asses,
the path she took is not coincide with mine.
oh.. by it, every part of me has done everything to ease this pain,but they're still there

what should i do if some bad thing happen with her?
while here, its seems only pray for her, for what i had and for what i have.

4. This suppose to be flew in year 2004

THE Intellectual - Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)

The intellectual is always showing off;
the lover is always getting lost.

The intellectual runs away, afraid of drowning;
the whole business of love is to drown in the sea.

Intellectuals plan their repose;
overs are ashamed to rest.

The lover is always alone, even surrounded with people;
like water and oil, he remains apart.

The man who goes to the trouble of giving advice to a lover gets nothing.
He's mocked by passion.

Love is like musk.
It attracts attention.

Love is a tree, and lovers are its shade.


Quietness - Mevlana Jalaluddin Rumi (1207-1273)

Inside this new love, die.
Your way begins on the other side.
Become the sky.
Take an axe to the prison wall.
Escape.
Walk out like someone suddenly born into color.
Do it now.
You're covered with thick cloud.
Slide out the side.
Die, and be quiet.
Quietness is the surest sign
that you've died.
Your old life was a frantic running
from silence.

The speechless full moon
comes out now.