The Secret Admirer

I try to permeate your heart into my shadow 

The essence painted in silence, my solitude

Our laughter sent by heaven

Passing through the days, I dwell within the wonder

Once in a morning I sneak into your schedule

Being a stalker is not what I meant

But along with you are such an addiction 

Or should I call it as a new avocation? 

Sailing my admiration into your sparkling ocean 

I sail it deep through the land of your falling mist

Hiding behind the translucent veil  

You can only see the faint

I would not leave any clue

That my heart ever fall for you

Let me be selfish this time

I loved to be the secret admirer behind your shining stars

  

Insight in Custody

Love, these days were so dark

Frequently rain kissed the ground

This is the moment when mellow tries to embark

Right after the thunder shouts, echoing its mighty sound

Love, these days I sink into numbness

Blank pages haunt my enthusiasm

Chasing days without any sense, am I getting dumb?

Or is it just reality which tried to sabotage the poet's paradigm?

Love, these days I sit behind the rain

My mind was occupied but remaining behind a closed curtain

I forget how to start, hypnotized by haze

Insight in custody, I trapped within this phase

Note: Thank's to Debbie Guzzi

Cracking as Broken Toys

Picking up my phone, the voice recalls my memories

Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while

Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries

Trapped within our history, now we play the role of our guile 

The way you speak is like negating the past
Sweet talker across the line, hey... it's been a while

Hurting each other became the story of our last

The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost

The way you speak is like negating the past

We tired in our drama, we trapped in our anger loft

Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?

The lampblack dwell beneath the wounds, torn by the pain that we cost

Standing limp on the ruin of us

Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you

Burnt by the old grudge, how can we fix this dust?

Still in the past memory I flew

Now we are broken toys if you still want to play, it's up to you

Picking  up my phone, the voice recalls my memories

Days running, things change, here we are aloof in our boundaries

Tipsy by 9

Last night I was in curious about number nine

Many articles said number nine is the perfection number

All that related with nine come back to nine

Try the multiplications of nine and see the results

Plus the two digits all will come in nine

Some say nine is "God's number" pretty much convincing 

But still not catch the correlations God with nine

Seek for further they offered some calculation of pythagorean 

Mind squeezing, brain stunned, black out, drunk by nine

Note: 

1x9=9

2x9= 18=1+8= 9

3x9= 27= 2+7= 9

4x9= 36= 3+6= 9

5x9= 45= 4+5= 9

And so on...

Waktu Membawamu Kembali

Sebuah rasa yang tak pernah berakhir

Sebuah cerita yang tak pernah berubah

Sebuah ruang yang menghadirkan cerita

Waktu menginzinkannya untuk membeku

Dalam perisa kehidupan ia bersemi

Kaya warna dan matang dalam usianya

Hidup layaknya sebuah anggur

Ketika menelan umur, manis dan memabukkan

Nostalgia yang berfregmentasi dalam kematangan sempurna

 Jelaga yang pernah tercipta

Berdiam dalam transformasi waktu

Ia bergeming ketika otak memintanya untuk kembali

Seakan berjalan mundur terbawa dalam elegi

Ketika terotoritas oleh masa lalu

Kau tak berkutik, kau hanya berjalan bersama naluri

Seperti monotoni yang terpaku di luar kesadaranmu

Seperti menyisakan ruang tersendiri dalam bagian hidupmu

Kini kau berbalik arah, kembali menjalani realitas kehidupan

Langkah membawa perjalanan dalam misteri dan kejutan 

Masa lalu tetap berada di kantong hatimu, meresap dalam relung jiwamu

Kau melangkah maju, namun tetap kau genggam rasa itu

Human With Unlimited Muse

The inspirations domain into your very soul,
Verses lay as the main thoughts of the console,
Every moments recorded as the treasures of your word,
Prestige left the fingerprints on your precious keyboard,

The repetitions of day and night as well as vice versa is not a constraint,
Each breath taken sent the muse to the brain which you ready to obtain,
Your coverage was huge, infinity like the skyline,
Love, cliche and dark were the appetite of your kind,

Living as the super man in muse,
Conquer the insight, live to perform ahead the audience as a perfect boost,
Amazed the connoisseurs by the masterpiece of yours,
You innocently made people addicted without any tricks or even force,

We as the audience of your world
Seduced by the charm of your swirl
You are prince in the kingdom of your sheets
We are lulled by the chant of your beats

Inspired by my friend Richard Lamoureux, the person who always enlighten through the bonfire of his muse and giving warmth to the people surround :D
 

Gray Sky Falls

 

Paralyzed sunshine of the day, gray kissed skyscrapers in faint
Blurry dance stuck in the air as the dew pervades some occlusions
Day sketched gloom in beauty behind the droplets of breezy nimbus