The un finished poem ( October 2016)

(Wave one)

In one hundred and six pages I searched

I wasn't seeking an answer, but an escape route

But instead, the words lit on fire my heart

As soon as I closed the last page of that peculiar book

For days I'm trying to figure out a way

To put my heart into words

Feelings that cannot be translated

Even if my bahasa was enough 

And in those stranger's words I found

No direction but the one I already knew

That in this life only two things are certain

The synchronicity is the guide to those awaken

And death will come any time without mistake 

These thoughts we try to avoid

From them we run and live like we are forever

We are afraid of our written paths

Because they demand our soul surrender

Instead of putting my mind to dreams

The pages about the steppe multiplied the words inside me

And the certainty that I needed at least to try

Despite the fear of silence in response

To fulfill my path, I need to say these words for thee

(Wave two)

Padang

No sidewalk in this city

You need to squeeze yourself

In the street corner

And trust the wheels

Will pass by far enough

Chickens need to be smart

Every day is a dangerous game

I shake hands that pretend to take me to their heart

I wonder where to it really wants to take me

I wonder if it took me to the past

To see the true roots of this place

We would see people making love

On extensive lawns

Before the prayers, before the sort hair cuts

Before outsiders ripped off

The forest culture

Before civilized boats have anchored at the cost

Wasn't it a free man land?

Wasn't it a beautiful naked earth?

Made with buffalo people?

The horns showing their true identity, no lies

Dance and rituals under the moon

How beautiful would it have been?

The true nature...

Not this one of masks

Hiding desires

Creating deceases in the souls

Occulting real intentions of the heart

I wonder if all these cover are there

To also cover the daemons inside

Don't be mistaken, everybody has at least one

But the difference between you and me

Is that I know my owns

I shake hands with it

But you hide behind forced smiles

And stealthy, sly looks

You hide your cowardice

With the "pretending" game

You cheat emotions so well

That you yourself believe in your own lies

And they will keep you here

Chains that won't let you fly

Where the dangerous and

Misleading roads fits you so well