Sumpal Kuping

its written to be read

i even never think to fist

Filed under: Uncategorized — capitano at 11:47 am on Wednesday, October 24, 2007

just wanna be alone

cause the’re suck, the’re shit

always masked

always unpure

yes some are pure

with their critics

i love it, show their love to me

when? how much?

i’m forced to be alone

by you, by time you make

by you, by your words

by you, by your purposes

by all of you motherfuckers

stay away!

my claws are ready

i’ll rip you,

even still unsharped

Stay away

now i’m poisoned

Stay away!

i also unpure

there must be a gold

where’s the love?

where’s mine?

is it only for your family?

is it only for your bitch?

is it only for my family?

is it only for my bitch?

Suck, Absurd

God Out

Filed under: Uncategorized — capitano at 10:27 am on Wednesday, October 3, 2007

tuhan dekat dengan saya

iblis dekat dengan saya

lalu

saya melihat tuhan dimana-mana

dan saya melihat iblis dimana-mana pula

sayalah yang memenangkan pertempuran

iblis memenangkan untuk saya,

maka saya berbuat dosa untuk kesekian kalinya

lalu saya membunuh iblis dalam diri saya

Tuhan pun berkuasa atas diri saya

Dimana posisi Tuhan?

Kalaulah Kau ada,

kejamnya Engkau meletakkanku pada perangmu

untuk apa?

“untukmu Kuberikan Surga”

Kalaulah aku tak ada,

maka aku takkan butuh Surga

Kalau Kau rekayasa

Alangkah kejamnya Kau ciptakan boneka mainan ini ke Bumi

Hidup itu petualangan

kalau anda penuh ingin tahu

Hidup itu permainan

kalau anda suka tantangan

Hidup itu kejam

kalau anda merasa absurd

Hidup itu Indah

Kalau anda bahagia

Hidup itu pilihan

kalau anda percaya tulisan ini

Tapi Hidupku adalah hidupku

bukan hidup orang lain

begitu pula sebaliknya

Jadi, Hidup itu Tidak Mati

(Thx, its to inspiring n to deep to think

i just want to live neither dying)

A Love Poet

Filed under: Uncategorized — capitano at 10:24 am on Wednesday, October 3, 2007

Just this

Its all about love

When you meet some pretty girl would you have it?

When you like her pretty face, would you like it?

Its you alone in your own room and do nothing

then you sing a love song what would happen?

then you sing a love song what would you feel about?

Then you dont know what to do

What are in your thought?

Would you fell to love?

And then you remember someone you’ve had a felling

Would you pondered?

What will you felt?

And then you realize you can’t have a love

And you regret how behave you are

Would you sacrificed your thought?

This just a song of emptyness

This just a words, just a picture

This just a bored stuff, just a stuff

Who would care, even heard about it