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Entri terakhir: untuk Yoana Vennezia

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Waktu itu tak berujung. Kita hidup di satu masa. Awalnya, lagu Akad oleh Payung Teduh terasa tidak relevan, setidaknya bagiku. Maksudnya, terlalu banyak muda-mudi kebelet nikah yang dengan sengaja meneriakkan lagu itu ke telinga orang. Memang, musiknya mudah didengar dan ringan. Tapi, kupikir liriknya tidak sekuat lagu Untuk Perempuan yang Sedang di Pelukan. Tapi, hari ini, lagu Akad seperti tiba-tiba merasuki aku. Tapi, aku gak menye-menye; aku tidak kebelet nikah, aku tetap sama. Tapi, entah mengapa lirik yang ringan itu cocok untuk meningat kamu, Yo. Aransemen musiknya tidak menyedihkan, tapi menyenangkan. Mungkin, sudah seharusnya itu yang aku, Tane, Iki dan yang lain rasakan. Kami gak perlu sedih soal kepergianmu itu. Kami, seharusnya, mengingat hidupmu itu, Yo. Hidupmu itu layak kami apresiasi setinggi-tingginya. Kamu sudah bantu aku berubah. Tahu gak? Aku gak pernah nangis di pemakaman, Yo. Tapi, kemarin aku seperti tidak kenal siapa aku. Dinding dan tampilan tangguh ya...

Manusia Sok Kritis

Sudirman, 2016 Kemarin-kemarin, ada gadis yang dicibir Alasannya sederhana, ya, kupikir begitu sederhana; Hanya karena mengenakan baju ketat Dan menonjolkan buah dada yang baru matang Ah, kataku biarkan sajalah, Kalian sok kritis, sok suci Bagiku itu sebuah rejeki, ya, ya, rejeki Rejeki yang bikin ereksi Kali-kali boleh lah, Apalagi ini buah dari surga yang baru matang Mangga pun ketika baru matang rasanya nikmat sekali, Begitu empuk dan berair Yang lain juga ikut mencibir Kali ini sepele, sepele sekali; Hanya karena kawan gadis mengenakan rok ketat, Menonjolkan lekukan pantat yang baru matang juga

Into the Citylight

Of God’s last ray of day; of God’s last ray of hope, Enters my mistress who lays upon a fiend’s dope, Of which he plays, from veins to throat, So does come my mistress, to shroud the districts “Merry, be merry, my fellow man! Come to see what I offer ya! Worry not about your woman, For I have a spare for ya!” So did he say, of a man who comes to prey Lonely men, whose hearts are rotten, Decayed, oh decay, did they, So did they came, to find and bed a dame “Come one in, you bad mothers’ and drink our finest vino! Chug on ‘em until you smother, Just drink away your tales of sfortunato!” Away I go from the man who shouts from a bar, Who was holding a bucket of ale, Chugs and chugging, “oh, wunderbar!” So I walk on, on and on, and I just keep on walking on “God, o, dearest God of all! Be there light, the citylight!  Or shall I stop my squall?  So there I stop my might!” And so I pray, I pray to God To lead me from the ...

Anjing-anjing Dunia

Aku berkendara dan disalip seorang bapak Ia bilang, "Mati kau, Anjing!" Lalu tak lama aku menyalip seorang ibu, Ia bilang, "Pakai otakmu, Anjing!" Aku bingung, lalu berjalan dan bertemu seorang pemuda Ia bilang, "Jalan pakai mata, Anjing!" Aku makin bingung dan bertemu seorang gadis Ia bilang, "Jaga matamu, Anjing!" Akhirnya aku berjalan lagi Berhenti di depan pengemis dan seekor anjing Lelaki itu menunduk dan anjingnya menatapku Ia bilang, "Recehnya, Tuan. Anjingku lapar."

Angin-angin Keparat

Angin malam menerjang tembok, menembus sela-sela kayu. Gubuk ini memang sudah tua dan angin menyentuh bagian bawah yang tidak tertutupi kain. Menggigil rasanya, tapi aku lega karena setelah dua jam, ada juga gubuk untuk buang hajat. Hingga aku sadar bahwa tak ada gayung. Anjing, bagaimana aku bisa pulang dengan sisa-sisa buangan? Ah, biar saja ku lap dengan kemeja dan pulang telanjang dada.

The Silence of Mirror

As the world falls silent, You can hear your breath, Your heart beats so loud. So you start to think Your head starts to hurt, You barely know the face in the mirror, It is not you, it's merely A ghost in the real world

My World

I feel no companionship, nor comfortable I cannot become one, with those who dwell together Alienated and exiled I bid the days goodbye, I cannot feel the time passing, My mind adrift My world, as you see, is built on the land of hate Blessed by foul anger, and blank faiths A corrupted yet incorruptible void, where cannot be touched by light Worms of horrid crawl through, Consuming its' own path The heart, now possessed, does not able to beat nor able to comprehend, reality and fantasy

Patung

“Mau apa sih?” Tanyanya canggung. “Ngobrol, lah,” jawabku singkat. “Ya, ngobrolin apa?” Ia sering bertanya hal-hal yang tidak perlu dijawab, dan itu membuatku kesal. Maksudku, bukankah obrolan tak perlu dicari? Topik pembicaraan akan selalu ada. Kecuali jika memang tak ada niatan mengobrol, maka topik apapun takkan pernah terdengar seru. “Yasudah, sok apa, kang?” Tanyanya sekali lagi. “Masa disini?” Jawabku makin kesal. “Emang akang maunya dimana?” Ingin kujawab; “di Arab sana!” Aku tak habis pikir. Elokkah bila mengobrol di tengah jalan? Ditambah lagi, ia beralasan ingin ganti baju, padahal baru saja bel istirahat. Masih ada waktu satu jam untuk bersantai sebelum pembelajaran dimulai lagi.

Children of Night

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I am a child of the dark, A lover to silence, Into the darkness I hide, From the dangers in daylight No men yelling, No women gossiping, No machine running, Only me thinking Strange.. There is rainbow tonight, She surrounds the moon, Like flies to light The skies are clear The clouds are real The stars, they smile The cold hugs me tight My mistress is the night, And the moon is my light, A man would drop his might, When he lay under the moon tonight

Foolish Glamor

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Into the city, I have gone Walk down the road, On my own In its’ heart there lies, A huge building made of stone Filled with people, Mostly young and glamorous The young look like zombies, Walking down with their phones Wearing fancies, Never forget their selfies I have seen the young in the parks, In the bench they kiss Even in schools, They kiss I have seen a young man, With so many earrings, Pierced in his ears His face, it is too pale to see I have seen a young lady, Wearing beautiful dress Made from the hide of the dead, Held her chins high They do not know, The deceased forefathers They do not know, The tongues of the old They do not care, The people on welfare They do not care, The war affair They are walking, They look dead For they forget, That ignorance is not a bliss..

Fire, Burns

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Here I am sitting, In my chair this morning No birds flying or singing, They sit in despair crying I have traveled to the forest, Where they say there are people living in the trees All I see is flat fields, With palm trees I have seen the death of a giant, Decapitated in the ground, no ivories I have seen the death of a king In the fireplace his head is hanging He who cares scream in silence He who burns all, dominates all What are we? What have we become?

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