For, I’m a bitch
For you, I’m a bitch
A periphery poet
Life in rebellion
In the days before and after independence
Together with young men with God
Ready to die for justice
Ready died for a victory
Ready die for a glory

Thousands of resistance
Millions with thought
Millions with a machete
Millions with blood sacrifices
Millions with irreplaceable lives

I’m a bitch
Longest alone in the bed rest
Live a thousand years in peace
Leaving a thousand words of struggle
Timeless
And not obsolete by leadership

Where there is oppression
That’s where your words incite rebellion
Where there is injustice
That’s where your writing is read
To simply ignite the struggle
For a mere forgotten soul burner
From the thirsty youth of learning
And of the generation who forgot about blood and sanctity
Because you’re a bitch
Your verses will not go out on the tombstone
Your poems … Read more

in the name of the Public

Right and left
What a meaning
What a country
When crazy or sick
When independent or narrow

Local thugs
Sometimes smart sometimes stunned
Stunned with stupidity
And a fool with wickedness
Arrogant with regionalism
Stupid with politeness

Thugs are not thugs if they are polite
Officials are not officials if depraved
On behalf of the people
On behalf of the poor
The families themselves are heavy
Heavy treasure and world
From the sale of the name
On behalf of the people and the poor
And forbidden to piss here except Dogs

Morowali-Sulteng, 161213
Posted by Aru Jayawardhana at 5:08 AM Wednesday, March 26, 2014
Labels: Poetry, Rhymes, Poetry

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atas nama Rakyat

Kanan dan kiri
Apalah sebuah arti
Apalah sebuah negri
Saat gila atau sakit
Saat merdeka ataupun sempit

Preman-preman lokal
Kadang cerdas kadang bengal
Bengal dengan ketololan
Dan tolol dengan kefasikan
Sombong dengan … Read more

Little Star

Early morning
The sky soar
The Night disappears
The Dawn reverberated

Moon
My night fell silent
Paint a star
Caressing the ocean

Asleep on the black ground
I stood beside the rainforest
I stared with the night breeze
I fell silent among the paintings
I was silent between the writings
I stand among the clusters of stars
I am with the power of the owner of beauty

Guide my hands
To immortalize you
With paintings
With writing
And with mouth
Through simplicity
Speech one sentence
Interpreting stanzas implied

Molore, Southeast Sulawesi. 290313
Posted by Aru Jayawardhana at 5:57 PM Wednesday, March 19, 2014
Labels: Poetry, Rhymes, Poetry

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Bintang kecil

Pagi menjelang
Langit menjulang
Malam menghilang
Shubuh berkumandang

Rembulan
Malam ku terdiam
Melukis bintang
Membelai lautan

Terlelap ditanah hitam
ku berdiri disisi hutan hujan
ku menatap bersama angin malam
ku terdiam diantara lukisan-lukisan
ku membisu diantara tulisan-tulisan
ku … Read more

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Underground Music Flow Types That You Should Know

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Friends. . .
When the world no longer laughs and becomes hell
Do not think of this as grief
Because the sun still looks bright
Pursue and do not be a loser
Although the road is getting bleak and unruly
Step forward with the spirit of the struggle
Although the tears of blood has stalled
There is still one life in one body ready to die
Dying to fight for our lost world
Deprived by oppressors who claim to be fighters

Comrade. . .
Hear the wind and the sun
Did they ever say tired of trying to blow and shine?
Illuminates the beauty of our lives that must be fought for
Crawling, standing, walking and running for a victory
In a world that is no longer in balance
Among the glorified oppressors and the smaller ones disappear
As if the world were created for the rioters of justice… Read more