Absentminded

Will you sell your soul to the devil for me?
Yes, I heard myself answering that question
without any hesitation, absentminded.

The thought of hope was shining bright
forgotten hidden corners of realities
covered traps to the bottomless pits.

Drama it was, as cliche as it could be
since I did sell myself to you
without any hesitation, absentminded.

To the bottomless pit the journey shall pass
answers lost in the never-ending why
and I'd find myself half-buried.

Feed upon emptiness
I bequeath the half-self
to the passing time.

Why I should be a pirate

If I were a pirate, I would have sailed the world. Seeing different sunset and sunrise every single day, breathing the sea water, the wet wood, the sea breeze that gently washed your face while you gazed far to the vast blue ocean...

If I were a pirate, I would have called my ship as home, and the whole world as my homeland.

If I were a pirate, I would have hijacked every whale hunter and transformed their ships into a marine lab, or something else (I wouldn't be a very creative pirate, I presume), kidnapped the people destroying the coral reef with their bombs and poison and forced them to work as the ship's crew for the rest of their life.

If I were a pirate, I would probably fight the Somalian pirates because they're bad for business...

If I were a pirate, I would have died in the sea, become nameless, forgotten, but one with the universe.

If I were a pirate, I would not have to work in a boring office, filled with assholes that loved to lick other assholes' asses just to make their day meaningful, freezing myself to death and not knowing what kind of life I would have if I had decided to work my way becoming a pirate...

Fifteen men on a dead man's chest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Drink and the devil had done for the rest
Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum.

Oh, plus if I were a pirate, I would have rum for the rest of my life...har..har..har...

Jika terlalu lama...

Jika terlalu lama duduk di kursi, pantatmu akan pegal-pegal.
Jika terlalu lama menatap layar komputer, matamu akan berkunang-kunang.
Jika terlalu lama terkena AC kantor, malamnya kamu akan meriang.
Jika Facebook tak lagi membantu, kamu akan terjerembap ke dalam kebosanan.
Jika terlalu lama berkubang dalam bau busuk, kamu akan jadi kebusukan itu.
Jika terlalu lama bekerja di tempat yang kamu tidak kamu cintai, kamu akan sakit berkepanjangan--mental dan tubuh.
Akhirnya kamu akan kembali ke ketaksadaranmu yang menipu.

*Based on true accounts...

To Be Found

Sometimes words just escape
when you try hard,
longing for the scents
to be trapped in your senses.

Sometimes eyes stop gazing
when you try hiding,
feeling scared to be found
to be seen in need.

Sometimes hopes vanish
into thin air
without a warning
without a sound
without a tingling sensation in your guts.

And then you disappear...

Questions

Would you tell us stories
medleys of vain love sorrow light
wandering with words
discovering lies in bright?

Would you put up a fight
with high lords
questioning one's might
yet saying no words?

Would you share strength
amongst those oblivious
to be mindful at length
passing synchronic hopes?