Mystical Priest,
Come into mind,
Suffocate it,
And blame the truth(s)

We never disagree
Never comitting,
The Parade,
Of darkness, and solitude

We move, day by day
We learn,
From book to books
From story to stories

I want to meet
That priest
On the great journey,
Of life
Of value(s)a-investment

Surprisingly,
The Priest
Is me,
Myself.

That mahogany
Came as I come
Through the slip of its leaf

That mahogany
Pouring me the soul
Of snow in the evening
Of the Winter day

That mahogany
**** the phrase
Of my ***** tongue
Of my savage words

That mahogany
Trimming my ****** bragging
Into noble, understanding

Jogjakarta, --R, August 4th 2014.

If I know you
Better than today
I must be mad of myself
I am dying in jealousy

If i know you
Better than today
I want to see your shilouette
Every single day, every single scene

If i know you
Better than today
Let me tell you
You are kind of addiction
You are kind of trance of my imagination

If I know you
Better than today
I must be prepared
To be the one of your precious
To be the one of you crave the most

I may not be a perfection
I may not be a great figure like your father
But I dare to say
I will bring you the whole new world
Like the one you never met before


(2014)

I saw a white purple dress
It reminds me of you with your blue feeling
I cannot say hello to you, here, right now
It's not me who are not capable of doing it
But something left in my chest, inadequate love


I saw a cloud with a strange shape of heart
It reminds me of you with your careless beauty
The beauty which traps me into this hole of affection
Affected by you, by your smiling of model magazine
Say it to me, like a new clearer eyes
Say it to me, like one of rarest decision you made of your heart
Say it to me, like people who know everything but nothing
Say it to me, like.. someone, someone who really made my heart
Fluttered, and flustered

Reflection
At the mirror of vague
Polished by lies
Told by bruises

Love is optical
Reflection of the wanderers
Less taken
Lost as it ends
Insignificant feeling
Yet drawing serious addiction

Come in sudden
Leave as it missed
Gone
Or gone forever

Love kills
And fear us
As it is an optic
To seek
Or to be able to see
Thou it is false
But adjustment will prove it right

Walk with grief, tame the hatred
Soul of mannequin
told me to burst
my anger, and hurtful feeling

But I won't

Say it
Glow it on the boastful talks
Show it on a hypocrite judgment

The society is sick
and I won't contribute a disease
Let it be my grief,
but a cure to the world

a revelation, a magma of delusion
they will flood you with menace
but keep stand and still

Say it
"I demand you love"
"I blame you not, and I don't blame myself either"

To love, or not to be
It stays in your mind.
Love stays love,
conditional or unconditional.
To be loved, or not to
It's a matter of not a matter
as dostoyevsky says:

"with love,
You can still live even without happiness"

As love is beyond everything
don'th  even try to contain it
love is even bigger, than an ego of men
let love spread, let love set
for everything inside me,
that leads to everything inside you
Yes, your heart
whereas my love is all contained
gladly and gracefully

Bring me to the horizon of your heart
Pick me a feeling for not easily fall for love
I bring you, nor you bring me
We are indifferent in so many ways
But i know for sure you're perfect match for me

Throw me to the lake then separate my heart to the pond
Pond of your heart, jar of your love
Teach me not to blame but to be embraced by your warm
Lemme be the freeman until I know I can't go home for anywhere else
But your cage of love
The best thing for my heart to rest and prosper its feeling

Lemme be your significant paradise
Whereas my love will be still for entire life
Whereas dignity will mean nothing but guarantee
as for our love will grow and complete each other
and return to the world as a happy child


(2012)

The time will come
when, with elation,
you will greet yourself arriving
at your own door, in your own mirror,
and each will smile at the other’s welcome,
and say, sit here. Eat.
You will love again the stranger who was your self.
Give wine. Give bread. Give back your heart
to itself, to the stranger who has loved you

all your life, whom you ignored
for another, who knows you by heart.
Take down the love letters from the bookshelf,

the photographs, the desperate notes,
peel your own image from the mirror.
Sit. Feast on your life.

---

By.
Derek Walcott

You say "it's a matter of time"
but it's not the time that matter
I may buy a lot of time to wait
and you may gone forever


But I still do
and I'll forever do


(2015)