If a fourth wall did exist
Like in the fictional stories you know
How different would you act?
Would you smile and put on a show?
I believe there is a fourth wall
A person who lives outside time
Watching and studying us all
Aware of the thoughts in our mind.
His name is Holy Ghost
He fills this world to the brim.
He waits for people to break
The fourth wall and talk with him.

your feelings for me are twisted and unlisted
yet you're the person who keeps crossing my mind
I can't say that I never resisted
to keep our strings from being intertwined
but I know
the version of you that I knew so well
is no longer my precious freak show
you aren't my favorite thing for show-and-tell
anymore

Going to the classic car show
Is quite a delight
All the cars parked in a row
What a wonderful sight

Some are candy apple red
Others are metallic blue
Some have flames on the sides
And there's even purple ones too

These cars are real beauties
They were made to last
Some were for cruising
Others to go fast

There's the classic Ford Mustang
And I'm willing to bet
That some still remember
The sporty Chevy Corvette

They come from a simpler time
And if truth be told
Compare to the new one's of today
I prefer yesterday's old

Stepping to the spotlight,
you know that this is
the moment of truth
when all eyes on you
you have to show them
all the hours you’ve been
practicing,
rehearsing,
and perfecting
every inch of the moves

Close your eyes
and breathe in deeply
as the music starts to beat
and the crowd starts to cheer
no more fear,
no more shame,
no more turning back,
and let yourself
express the inner you
right here, on stage

Feel the energy
as you never stop moving
to feed the hungry eyes
this is what makes you
feel crazy,
feel proud,
feel alive,
and let them fuel you
to be the best of you
and conquer your stage

Gather around
and bow down
as the crowd gives
the final cheer,
the standing ovation,
the satisfied looks,
and celebrate
the moment of triumph
after the performance
of once in a lifetime

Jakarta, February 16th 2015
Written on Jakarta, July 17th 2018

dark is absolutely needed
because it contributes to show light

I am entitled to the uncertain ; to the unknown and I am not the only one I know,
Am not talking about the mystery's of future even present is the past show.
Numerous theories are relapsing and dying in our infinite dome ,
Being alive or dead is the past will be the past believe it or not everyone is alone,
Gnawing and lust everything is hidden under Just a flick of the mighty shadow,
Everyone had paid no one alive is in debt ; every part of  each person is known,
What we think is a palace is a trifle form of unknown,
Is it the melody we love or is it just a illusion needed to solve from the bones ,
It's all simplified  and we are all caged for the show.

Whoopsy-Daisy!
There goes half my family tree.

Off into the mystery
of DNA twisting
spirals of ribosomal massive
Building projecting
chromosomal lattices
in a spermatozoatic package

Off into the deep blue deep
of time uncounted
in the shadows of the greats
lifting them on shoulders
and blades
Way back away till god spoke in a burning bud
and called to Joub
and uttered,
"Do not be afraid"
I am the salt of the earth
and the bees and the trees
I am the perfection that you see

Count the petals
(He loves me)
trace the shapes
(He loves me)
Sing the melody
(He Loves me)
Whispered in these
(He Loves me)
Lowly orbs
(He Loves me)
Those soulful
(Loves me)
(Pebbles)
Made perfectly

and to dust will he sow
but not without plucking the best to eat
to return into the fold
that universal flow
To restore and inform
to watch and to grow

It's not a he,
its the trees
do you see what I mean?

They will eat and we will be filled
Will finally know
our efforts unfurl
in the perfect direction of sequence unknown
that leads us towards beauty
(Look out belooowww!!!)
A spiral of perfection in that chaotic void
pushing out, fighting deeply against it
A perfect tao in every step,
every breath,
watching us-- being us
testing us,
seeing us

And when we finally see again,
he will be beauty,
neverend.

music stops
curtains are drawn
now
the show's over
no more performance
it's real
real life
who are you
when you're off the stage
back in your home
alone