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Saturday, May 31, 2008

No Primary Subject


I've just found this poetry in my collection's and I think I need to share with anyone who really believe in Oneness, The Truth, and also Longing. So, it means, this is the 3rd essays on this month. :D. Fuihhhh, finally.....

PS: I wrote this poem in December 3th, I started wrote essay's in May 3rd, and also this is the 3rd essay on this month. It wasn't on purpose way to design but I believe in number 3 has something important for me.

NOTE: Sorry, I did'nt translated into English because I thought It will loose the originally of the meaning's


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Adakah yang hilang saat sepi membawa kebencian?
seperti angin yang membawa hembusan kesedihan yang terantuk di penghujung
penggalah waktu

aku menanti gemericik embun pagi yang terjatuh di rangkaian dedaunan
saat suara sang penidur membisikkan rangkaian kata
aku merindu pada Adam yang terdampar jauh di seberang senja

Bilakah kerinduan insani ini akan bertaut?

Made in December, 3th, 2004, when Love was'nt easy for me at that time

Friday, May 30, 2008

Auguries of Innocence - William Blake


I've found this poem in an accidental way. It happened when I was watched "Tomb Raider" DVD and Lara Croft mentioned some part of William Blake's poetry to solve mistery of "All Seeing Eye" and bring her into "Illuminati" group which was her dad belongs to before.

In May, I was started written on my blog at 3th. And I finished this month to put Blake's poetry onto my blog. So, it means, I just have 2 blogs for this month. I hope it is somekind of a sign, a good sign.

PS: In memoriam for my "Beloved Daddy"
~Lost But Never Forgotten~

To see a world in a grain of sand,
And a heaven in a wild flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
And eternity in an hour.

A robin redbreast in a cage
Puts all heaven in a rage.

A dove-house fill'd with doves and pigeons
Shudders hell thro' all its regions.
A dog starv'd at his master's gate
Predicts the ruin of the state.

A horse misused upon the road
Calls to heaven for human blood.
Each outcry of the hunted hare
A fibre from the brain does tear.

A skylark wounded in the wing,
A cherubim does cease to sing.
The game-cock clipt and arm'd for fight
Does the rising sun affright.

Every wolf's and lion's howl
Raises from hell a human soul.

The wild deer, wand'ring here and there,
Keeps the human soul from care.
The lamb misus'd breeds public strife,
And yet forgives the butcher's knife.

The bat that flits at close of eve
Has left the brain that won't believe.
The owl that calls upon the night
Speaks the unbeliever's fright.

He who shall hurt the little wren
Shall never be belov'd by men.
He who the ox to wrath has mov'd
Shall never be by woman lov'd.

The wanton boy that kills the fly
Shall feel the spider's enmity.
He who torments the chafer's sprite
Weaves a bower in endless night.

The caterpillar on the leaf
Repeats to thee thy mother's grief.
Kill not the moth nor butterfly,
For the last judgement draweth nigh.

He who shall train the horse to war
Shall never pass the polar bar.
The beggar's dog and widow's cat,
Feed them and thou wilt grow fat.

The gnat that sings his summer's song
Poison gets from slander's tongue.
The poison of the snake and newt
Is the sweat of envy's foot.

The poison of the honey bee
Is the artist's jealousy.

The prince's robes and beggar's rags
Are toadstools on the miser's bags.
A truth that's told with bad intent
Beats all the lies you can invent.

It is right it should be so;
Man was made for joy and woe;
And when this we rightly know,
Thro' the world we safely go.

Joy and woe are woven fine,
A clothing for the soul divine.
Under every grief and pine
Runs a joy with silken twine.

The babe is more than swaddling bands;
Every farmer understands.
Every tear from every eye
Becomes a babe in eternity;

This is caught by females bright,
And return'd to its own delight.
The bleat, the bark, bellow, and roar,
Are waves that beat on heaven's shore.

The babe that weeps the rod beneath
Writes revenge in realms of death.
The beggar's rags, fluttering in air,
Does to rags the heavens tear.

The soldier, arm'd with sword and gun,
Palsied strikes the summer's sun.
The poor man's farthing is worth more
Than all the gold on Afric's shore.

One mite wrung from the lab'rer's hands
Shall buy and sell the miser's lands;
Or, if protected from on high,
Does that whole nation sell and buy.

He who mocks the infant's faith
Shall be mock'd in age and death.
He who shall teach the child to doubt
The rotting grave shall ne'er get out.

He who respects the infant's faith
Triumphs over hell and death.
The child's toys and the old man's reasons
Are the fruits of the two seasons.

The questioner, who sits so sly,
Shall never know how to reply.
He who replies to words of doubt
Doth put the light of knowledge out.

The strongest poison ever known
Came from Caesar's laurel crown.
Nought can deform the human race
Like to the armour's iron brace.

When gold and gems adorn the plow,
To peaceful arts shall envy bow.
A riddle, or the cricket's cry,
Is to doubt a fit reply.

The emmet's inch and eagle's mile
Make lame philosophy to smile.
He who doubts from what he sees
Will ne'er believe, do what you please.

If the sun and moon should doubt,
They'd immediately go out.
To be in a passion you good may do,
But no good if a passion is in you.

The whore and gambler, by the state
Licensed, build that nation's fate.
The harlot's cry from street to street
Shall weave old England's winding-sheet.

The winner's shout, the loser's curse,
Dance before dead England's hearse.

Every night and every morn
Some to misery are born,
Every morn and every night
Some are born to sweet delight.

Some are born to sweet delight,
Some are born to endless night.

We are led to believe a lie
When we see not thro' the eye,
Which was born in a night to perish in a night,
When the soul slept in beams of light.

God appears, and God is light,
To those poor souls who dwell in night;
But does a human form display
To those who dwell in realms of day.

Saturday, May 03, 2008

The Obligation of You


No...do not....Interfering your life with a feeble justification circumtances
A whisperer from the darkness reversed so often
I would be so intense to it, remains me as i am only a human being
Please, no leave resentment anymore in any way
Intertwine would be a part of us

I've tried seemed in many ways who you are
I think I could sing a long serenade before night's fall
I won't say the obligation of YOU
I've only say the obligation of US

Ran...ran...ran..., so we could feel true things on this way
Your eyes knocking the door of dawn
I will looking at you in a far far away
And I will delight the moment You playing some kind of Your joy

No matter what seems bad moment comes and go, I will always thinking of You in my truest way as You said in a long long time before I see Your smile and be longing to Our Oneness.