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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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
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space

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
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One-third full
I woke up in the first third of the night
And I heard the strains from Metallica
Stops the voice of death and suffering
Sung the world’s black red verses
Reminds me of old friends
Companions between wounds and sorrow
Friends while the embers are on fire
Comrade when red is smoldering

I could stand silent in a quiet corner
Among the images and notes that have not died
Looking at memories that never come back
In my long daydream stand alone
And you are not a fairy or a lover
I will not remember you in every dream
While asleep not covered with legs
Until the eyes open and do not come back

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Stopping the pace of life
Leaving me alone in the struggle
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pen

For pen’s sake
And for the sake of black ink
And a piece of paper that faithfully accompanied him
This meaningless word does not last long
Because his words came out of a venomous tongue
Unexpected and unnoticed
Ends faded, goes out and is gone extinct

Read each written reading
Study each painted passage
This reading was not created mystically
Because this reading is realistic
Not a romantic reading
And not a reading for those who are atheists

These words are eternal
When a pen is dancing
In the ink droplets that always pursue
On paper lying alone
A combination of black and white
Eternal, until all die

If the pen and ink are not created
What is the meaning of a life
Until words can not be written
And writing can not be described
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