27

winter approaches
i can hear the barking
humidity gone to fairyland
whisperers lost forever into the darkest wood
can you smell shabby cold of imminent winter

can you smell me
awaken alone
midst of an ancient piano
Pieces are here
meet them would you

26

thousand miles ahead
i missed my bird
so colourful, so radiant
bird flies like love
love lost like grapes
extremely red grapes

25

am i again blurred among lost unwritten letters
do I walk with me alone in these deserted streets
do I keep my hand in mine with dark ecstasy
do we not exist in the drawing book of immortals

24

try this oriental time deep slow
amusing commotion inside head
these personal glasses are frosted with tears
tears are frosted in hypocrisy and lust

then, sit here and let me introduce
let me induce some terrific grief with sausage
try the new bones of caramel and honey-heave
just sin inside the frozen flesh

icebergs are the old newcomers
they missed the spicy Mexican shore
just like that I missed my life
just like that I missed my dream

23

think again before getting lost
under the broken bridge
then through the melted ice
forget who said that word awkward
just me and my reflection
and an unknown dog

22

left the TRAGIC pen
life has never been this sweet and serene
load shedding ... love you
you made me eat tons of crazy sunlight 
melting down thorough the brightest allies
whispering inside out -
we all are special,
we can cheat, pillage, murder, punch and pinch,
above all, we can eat pizzas.
So,
stop ruining my day and die in any mall
and IF YOU ASK FOR TROUBLE,
I CAN PROVIDE THAT WITH HORRIBLE PASSION

21

i am waiting like a dead doll
beloved folds of mother sky
aromas of tangled roots belie
single drop of tears rolls in between

under the same sky
we felt the glorious sun and the cloud dark
no whisper
no wonder
we could make our life real

 

20

there are no details in dreams

under moist moons
there will be restlessness and peace
lets get absent and hope for a still starry sea

owlets dare to mock, black is not black anymore
walls are thinking aloud but we were supposed to be deaf   

dare to hate ! do it deep, proper lest
be the Alice, to the zombies
at least, hate like a dog to Mr. cat 

a jolly good feeling down these intestines
sweet coarse coals in these breaths
monochrome eyes do forget something
something less important

a complete drop of tears  

19

i am to come honorable water, i am to come
soiled, sweated and rusted, i are to come
still air, dearer humid, hypocrisy, here about to come
never better, an unworthy folk from true crowd
waiting for a call

18

while I am merry
and the evening still
ought to sip water dark
while am I merry

17

you wanted me to watch,
the green lively grass
the dead read hills
i was obsessed with
now simple stream of our old lake sighs...

16

dear heavy monsoon
keep my left hand
and eat my brain

15

as I've been here for thousand minutes

squeezing of the

hard lemon

nothing goes up, 

salt, only salt

in the name of this pink evening, i wanna have some

 

 

14

your glasses my glasses
not same
not same at all, that's why
it is a hard thing to say "cheese"

13

the day of flowers and bee
the time of sweat and sea
the fallen skies should learn
the slimy mind must burn
to be a proper and just
sun may rise at last

12

Night promised her return
Day believed the truth
their mating is a Myth
we call her Evening

11

i believe in winter
i try to breathe and walk faster

10

it's a say
Dream-weaver loves to play
against the simple Clay
life hard on
Flesh rocks on

9

They had little time to hear a story of my own
i miss the texture and scriptures of my Bone
i see old times in these, safe dependable fingers
my deep breaths keep me above
unusual cold in chest
let me raise a stream
in my deep dream
cannot laugh so high to pierce a goblet

this is a huge reservoir of bitter chirping

8

just sand, after a long sandwich
tired of truths, utter a lie if you dare
one dime soul is kidding in the Dirt
curves are absolute, orgies are blunt
Flesh smells funny, square mocks the Sphere

about evening, about accomplishment

7

to walk a billion mile
to inhale the air of whole earth
to taste the old truth
i left my home many many times
sometimes the sky is gray
sometimes clouds are red
i wonder the color of happiness
is it white or pink
i turned around and around
stuck in past lives
stuck in grieves
stuck in insanity
who made this clump of flesh
i wonder
i wonder
passing time tells me story
passing scenes provokes me think
think, think and realize
survive in such silly way
i wonder, i wonder..
all on a sudden...
an amazing bird from Pacitan
gave me love, gave me spirit
gave me tons of dreams
missing her, missing her
who flies in the air of Jawa...
i wonder, i wonder
i've started to smile
i've started to believe
i've started to build real dream
in the deep
so deep,
so deep of my dark soul,
where she lives always and will live forever
the bright loving bird of Pacitan

Nur

Nur

Nur

sky is everything you are
behind the sweetest reflection
amid the dream of dove and pigeon
smell of the sea and wave that you have
my closed eyes and frozen tears
the sculpture of the past and love
tears for my beloved sea
a huge laughter of sadness
may be i will fly away far, near your roof, or not
then you will see my shadow, my wing or miss everything

6

same reservoir that kept me alive
through the confusing centuries
and the untold stories are seen
through the fleshy pair of windows
untidy concepts tangled among
baseless dreams of soar freedom
the lies and lusts overlooked
deep bonds with the hope of atonement
a life surely just how it is allowed
sizzling goblets surrounded by clouds
simple crystal dues of real smile

5

this is the first warning and everything will be the same again
this is the second warning and you have many games to play
this is the third warning and you are too tired
this is the fourth warning and you are asleep deep
this is the fifth warning and you don't give a damn
this is the last warning and everything will be the same again

4

fishes are dead
but the Fishes should be DEAD
anti-clockwise
grumbling for triple dose sugar flying around
these swellings of pinks
intimate enough to discard eclipse
organic blades ate their mission
hood devoured all the eternal rays
worthy pages got margins
puppy got her pet

3

a good-bye to prairie
will miss the dry grasses in head
claws are finally sweaty
pin grows inwards

windows waxen yellow and foreign pillows
other side cries to be broken and vertically crossed
stolen dimes are antiques mock through isolation
soft pushes recalls sudden evening, winter's coffin.

the Sin resides beneath the dripping Lament
of dear Birds who flew before the Birth
and thousand years begone under economic lights
wealthy screams are kept in Formalin whatsoever

just nails these are collisions of humus-es
little humid drops and sun below the frozen sea
couple of wearied hair missed their Jerseys
let apply these dark team bereaved of their feet.

2

SHE WAS ONE JUST SPIRIT AMONG THE MODERN FOGS

SHE COULD MAKE THE STRAIGHT LINES THROUGH THE HUMANE LOGIC

SHE WAS MORE THAN JUST

HER LINES WERE TOO STRAIGHT, TOO MANY

LOGIC ENAMELED CLOWN ITSELF IN-FRONT OF HER

SHE COULDN'T HELP FEEL WEARIED, DISAPPOINTED

LOST AND TANGLED AMONG THE REAL CLOUDS

HE WAS ONE FIRM HUMAN WHO WAS GROWING
SWEAR THE TREES OF FAR FUTURE, CHARMED AND ENCHANTED
THE MAGNIFICENT CLARITY OF SPARROWS AND BLUE-WHALES
COULD COMPETE WITH HER MIRROR
ONCE FRAGMENTED, ILLUSIONED AND LOST
BUT NOW FREE SHE CAN SEE THROUGH TIME AND TIDE

FREE FROM ALL COMMOTION, ABOVE THE MATTERS

SHE STILL WANDERS WITH POTENTIAL,
LONG GONE KNOWLEDGE'S SIGHS, BELIE
VERY ALIVE AND WARM THE WAVE OF HERS
SUCCEEDED IN THE FALVOUR OF INFINITY

SHE HAS BEEN TRAVELING FOR THOUSANDS OF YEARS
AND WITNESSED EVERY HONEST RAINFALL
SHE KNOWS WHAT SHE EXPERIENCED WITH BLOOD AND FLESH
FUTURE CLOUDS WILL MURMUR HER NICKNAME

NOT PERFECT NATURE ADMITS
BUT ONE TRANSPARENT SOUL IS HERE
AND IT IS ALL TIME NEEDS.

1

it has been
a real red raining
very deep inside
we could talk something silly
could have smiled like a barbie
with hearts like ping-pong
we do love our dolls

It has been a sweet smooth ride through brown sky
Its always a great fun to feel dead spoons and bones
and the deep wind came along

these tears, pearls and monster-buff
ever-complaining cold celluloid stuff
ices are intellectual, stags long gone
mingling sweats and tears rhyme dawn