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Friday, August 05, 2011

Soul...

O nothing, what this and that
right and left, up and down
my feel and thought wont heal nothing on me
because i dont feel any embrace or embraces
thats just being embarrased as i walk and when i high

as i see that plane or ufo or sky or you or i dont know,
i just want to slice any futures that hung down on me,
let this day begin with the feels of nothing
by demons, i just want to feel drunk, drunk and drunk
let the cloud doesnt say anything about
let this rotten soul creates, or just feels, i dont care

life is curse, or pain or insanity...
but a facticity sometimes is a lie, and its just another state of awkwardness
toward this feeling and this blood in my agregate of pains
i dont believe in something, and i wont...
would somebody pick me up and kick me in the eye?
Oh godless universe, get me those lights, and maybe i pick one
I knew it, its just a thousand of dellusion of my spirituality,
but i spell and spell and spell, "let the grim begin to haunt a soul..."

-fuck time, i dont need you-

Posted at 06:28 pm by nyikonde
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Tuesday, July 12, 2011

Kehangatan Itu

....malam semakin dingin, mari percikan sedikit api....

...kami masih ada

Posted at 02:50 am by nyikonde
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Wednesday, June 01, 2011

EUFORIA KEMATIAN

Tepat di malam ini aku mengada
Dalam hening dan euforia ungu
Menunggu untuk apa aku pun tak tau
Terpujilah wahai engkau arwah pemabuk
Yang mengitari setiap jentik para dedemit kota

Aku sungguh merindu serpihan suara di telingaku
Berbisik merayu dan menjalar
Bertabrakan bak membran tak terjangkau

Tidakkah kau sadar keindahan itu
Oh tentu tidak, kita berdua sedang mabuk
Sehingga kita tak perlu waras lagi
Kita tak perlu menjadi pujangga dan bekerja
ataupun menjadi penyiar kabar cinta
Hingga kita berdua memutuskan untuk mati
Dalam altar malam
Dalam surat surat lama yang kita selalu simpan

Posted at 01:10 am by nyikonde
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Monday, February 21, 2011

WE PAINT THE SKIES BLACK

Dont lose it
Desire that bring us death
Like the song of black
We adore the skies with no stars
With a quarter of moon -
- killed by a million of purple haze

Those mirrors are blind
As we knew it like yesterday and tomorrow
We do not sang perfectness, we sang imperfectness
The almost perfectness thing that bring us high
Toward belleza de la muerte
Impressing Our hearts
Our wishes, Our kisses
In the crawling altar
We promise that we love to death

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Berharap bisa beli whisky, ternyata gak kebeli, tapi seenggaknya kita semua tau, urusan hati itu yang pertama, maka gak heran kalo urusan hati itu bisa ngebawa lamunan seseorang ke tahap ngebunuh dengan cara apapun, bahkan bisa direalisasikan, oh tuhan bapa.

Oh well, please give me a whisky and i will play jimi hendrix's songs, and em, dont forget the cigs... hellAluyeah...

Posted at 12:10 am by nyikonde
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Thursday, February 17, 2011

A LETTER TO ERASE

This impulse seems to be imprudent
Those things make me total graceful
Leave me...?
Don't let you leave me
Because i know it will be more worse
more deleteratious

These pains are permanently on my side
Cureless
I just down my head when i speak
I just singing in my heart when people too much talking
too much acting, too much imaging, in these circumstances
So, don't let you leave me before we see the diamond sea
Everything's maybe ok, when i see you
but without you?

I'm not tough as you can see
So let you give me a dry kiss
Before i sleep
Before you sleep
and promise me
not to see this effete world

YOU JUST, EL FABULISIMO GRANDE...
...KISS...

Posted at 12:54 am by nyikonde
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