The Dark Angel whispers
Come Hither
and she hears
But
Only she hears

They just talk
and
she jumps

Who will the Dark Angel talk to now

indah sekali....

ketika kata "cinta" diucap,
terbayang satu jiwa,
yang selalu di hati.
yang selalu menari-nari,
di dalam sepi.

taukah kau Cinta?
aku disini,
selalu menanti...

Your Fifth Affirmation is Always Free at The Affirmation Spot

I wrote this poem for my mom back in 1993. I hope you enjoy it and that all the mothers out there have a peaceful, positive, and enjoyable Mothers' Day on Sunday.

"MOTHER'S DAY"

Out among the stars

that flow across the sky;

there surely must be one

that caught my mother's eye.

If I could I'd capture it

and lace it with a bow;

give it to my mother

so that she would know.

Despite our disagreements

and our differences of way;

I love her and respect her

on this, my mother's day.

Stay inspired!

Ray

Voices Silenced
~Annelise 2007

Your blue is too close yet not close enough
To see shapes shift and take form in the wind
Showing this face then that and giving reason
For the green earth to die and taste of its sin

I am burning to death and giving in
I am drowning in the ocean deep within

Your seasons turn and strip off their masks
To alter air and fire and water and ground
Changing color and contour with no warning
To hide in shadows and speak without sound

Holding On
~Annelise 2008

I am there in one way
But I am here
Alone
Where this is untouched
And that is touched

Very little can eradicate
loads of 2000 seeds
per annum.
Bed Wetters!

Their thrice cursed
genetic loopholes
tap into our perfect greens.
Foreign Asexual!

Inviting toxic chemicals
still best dealt with
knife trickling white blood.
Rudest Ruderals!

Normally so calm
I rage long battles
with this ... this salad.
Toothed Interlopers!

And as I see you vibrant green, bright yellow,
I have a thought that scares me.

Maybe I should stop alienating them
The white man, I am largely, not so rooted here either.

Respite is but a brief moment and my knife snicker-snacks!
It's not alien... it's just too damn aggressive!

-2008/05/09-

BUT it can only happen if we embrace solitude for what it is ; a creatively and life-altering experience. We learn to contemplate those things we wish to pursue to make ourselves whole. Thats when we begin to listen to what our own voice is telling us and move according to our desired rythms.

With newly found self awareness within myself, no matter how much pain he had caused me to bear, I am now slowly able to change my perspectives, step out of my old ways, to live and to love, fully and creatively. Gradually, as I befriend solitude, rather than flee from it, I begin to hear the voices of my own authentic self.

But somehow, to be in total solitude takes a lot of patience which allows me to stay in the present state in order to reflect on myself and make the right changes. I took time to rest, restore and reflect, then I start to listen to myself ensuring that ONLY positive changes takes place.

Like in fairy tales, where a princess is given the task of sorting things before she can start her new life, similarly, solitude gives me the opportunity to sort, diffferentiate and separate between my "old" voices to "new" ones, narrated stories about myself (in this blog in particular), that despite being abused, pushed around, ignored, deeply hurt and emotionally wounded, the "new" voices reassures me convincingly about what my life desires and how to achieve it.

Initially, all sorts of raw emotions stirred me up - fear, anger, frustration, shame and even guilt. Only later I sensed that solitude taught me to pay attention to small moments (not important to some of us though) of wonder and of joy like the singing of a bird on a tree, or feeling the breeze across my face as I stood at my room balcony in the quietness of the nights, to which I soon realize that they were actually the most precious moments in my life.

But most of all, I always make time for self-blessings. Of all blessings, the deepest being the one that I bestow on myself. Letting myself breathe deeply and quietly, I seek endless blessings from AlMighty Allah through prayers, Quran recites and meditations in order to gain a sense of MY OWN LOVELINESS.

Stepping out - a movement beyond whatever steps I have taken before. Solitude however, is a dynamic state that, in time, shall lead me to where I want to be. Who knows, suddenly, without knowing exactly how or why I will find myself ready to react in ways I thought I could never before! Insha'allah.

Solitude also had taught me that I am both alone and all one. As I grew stronger in myself, I found that I have more to give and share with others - with children especially, the younger generation, my friends, my family, loved one (if he still cared that is). Insh'allah, I do want to spend time, whenever I have the opportunity, with those who felt they have been deprived of love unfairly (like me) and help them go through those difficult moments to help them change and rebuild their confidence.

A poem dedicated to those who have achieved everything in life, yet something is missing :-

Aloneness is neutral
To be alone is simply to be at a distance -
whether in the bathroom, or in a crowded cafe,
Loneliness is negative,
To be lonely is to dislike being alone.
But to be alone, or to live alone,
is not necessarily something to dread,
for SOLITUDE is positive.
To be ignored or in solitary is not to exclude or be excluded,
It is to be aware,
that we can never be separated from anyone,
It is to know at the deepest level,
What and who deserves love and be loved.

- solitude : my crazy but creative mind's best friend -

Dib Mossavi

Karena pembagian sebanyak apapun akan selalu memberi sisa

Kecuali berbagi dengan dirimu sendiri, yang hanya menciptakan sebuah bilangan keakuan 'satu

Tapi teman, ...

Tak seperti angka yang tak habis terbilang

Kadang-kadang angin mengaburkan diriku hingga seperti lenyap

Lalu, sisa apalagi yang bisa ku bagi?

Kecuali penat dan lelah yang keluar sebagai kesah

Dan jawabmu ...

Berjalan denganmu, seperti berjalan kearah barat di waktu pagi hari dalam sajak-sajak Sapardi

Kaulah aku, dan aku lah bayang-bayang

Lalu kita melegang beriringan, menari bersama angin

Berbagi sampai pagi tak kabarkan mentari

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Notes:

Karena pembagian sebanyak apapun selalu memberi sisa
Kecuali berbagi dengan dirimu sendiri, yang hanya menciptakan sebuah bilangan keakuan 'satu

Haha ... kalau dirasa-rasain kalimat itu kok ganjil ya? Itu berlaku kalau bilangan yang kita bagi adalah bilangan prima atau satu. Karena kalau bilangan yang kita bagi bukan prima dan bukan satu maka selalu akan ada bilangan lain yang selalu bisa membagi habis bilangan tersebut tanpa sisa.

YupZ! karena ini adalah puisi, maka anggap saja kalimat itu benar, dengan syarat yang kita bagi adalah bilangan prima atau satu. Karena berbagi disini adalah berbagi tentang diri kita dengan orang lain. Anggap saja diri kita dan orang lain itu saling prima. Tetapi rasanya tidak mungkin karena seperti kata Prof. Driyarkara manusia adalah Homo homini socius. Baiklah kita sepakati bahwa yang kita bagi adalah diri kita, dan diri kita adalah satu.

Life In Measures
~Annelise 2008

First there nothing but
The way you felt.
And then one, by one, by one
You began your life of consumption,
Liquid and hard.
Next came a ride with no breaks
And your division playing
Game of more, and more, and more.
You lost count each time,
And over the years,
Of one, then the other after that.
So you calculated
Your redemption strategy
With the remainder being twice
The tragedy, and again
You chose the next course of action.
As you wait, and wait, and wait,
For life or distraction.

igniting a yearning so keen it's not fair
of repartee snappy; for chestnut-brown hair

once more I try reconcile how I created
something from nothing, that quickly abated

ungainliness quicksands around and on queue
it pushes on in, not much I can do

i’ve lead in my limbs, my attention is waning
my resources spent, there’s not much remaining

outside it is sunny yet inside it’s raining

The seasons of our lives are well defined – born into winter we grow into spring – flourish in summer – mature in autumn – only to return full circle to winter – where we wind down and vanish.

I am autumn’s child
I do not like it
Much
Leveling off
Maturing
Feeling like summer
Longing for
Spring

Surrounded by people
All telling me
Different things
Taking everything
They can from
Me

Places to go
Things to see
Opportunities knocking
Too many
Missed
Felling suffocated
Never so
Alone

Like the raindrop
On my
Windshield
Unmoving – unyielding
No matter
How fast I
Travel

Why does it only
Stay in one
Place
To be dried
Up
Burned alive
By the
Suns striking
Rays

I hear the
Griffin calling
From which way
I do not
Know
I no longer feel
Fear inside
Perhaps at this
Moment
I’m ready to
Go –

(warning: I've decided to write in no caps for my poetry, even though I'm a grammar nazi ^____^)

a sunny afternoon

the chirping birds
the sunlight streaming
across my newly-made bed
and spilling its touch
across my toes
which i crinkle in delight
warmth fills my body
and a smile lights up my face

beauty
beauty
what everyone sees
and yet spurns
at the same time.
why do all women
seek long hair?
and men
seek height
and dark hair
taking to a
darcy complex?
and then we all
deny any desire
to look desirable

cats

warmth against my leg
a small body lying on my knee
her ears pricking up
at every word
spoken or sung
on the soundtrack that
blasts
through the computer’s
tall black speakers,
her sleek black coat recently
washed
causing a hairball
and thus a small
puddle on my bedroom floor
some aspects of a cat
one can really live without.

chivalry

shockingly enough
when she walks through the door
there’s a hand
half-covered by a glove
holding it open
just above her head
the man in sunglasses
smiles down at her
and her faith in chivalry
is officially restored

outlook

what do you see
when you close your eyes?
do you see black,
just the back of your eyelids?
do you see the lights of the city
reflected in red, pink, and black?
do you see stars?
do you see the universe?
do you see your life
up to this point?
maybe you see
what you wish your life
would be
from this point on.
or the entire world
as though from space.
maybe a new story
maybe your best friend
or significant other
or all the sins
that you’re ashamed of
or nothing at all.

what of when
you open them again?
do you see the same
green, blue, purple, brown?
is my orange
your pink?
is my black
your red?
when i see a circle,
do you see a square?
is that rectangle on the wall
a triangle to you?
is this all disproven
in geometry,
my worst class in freshman year?
or are our worlds
the same?
is the world really
so predicable?

springtime in tucson
flowers growing
bare trees beginning to regain their
long-lost leaves
oh, and of course your
supply of
pollen,
dust,
allergies,
and newly hatched bugs
for the year

Sorry it was so long, but I felt kinda inspired one night. ^______^

(c) Caitlin Wynkoop. All rights reserved.

Leans against a chain store wall in the rain

Smoking a cigarette.

Misborn I write in seven tongues,

in vain I try to make them mine.

To hold them deep within my lungs

and chase their beauty in each line

Unwritten roads on which to reach

for other hands that ask a lead

I try to conquer hearts and teach

to others steps I think they’ll need.

When juggling Iambs for a smile

ambition’s itch will briefly wane,

black dogs will fade for just a while

and mantric truths of mine remain.

When dancing Polkas filled with rhyme,

The room will spin and I’ll feel fine. 

Dan kini ia menjarakkan dirinya dari aku
kembali seperti ini, kembali berputar
bagai semilir pagi yang sejuk sesaat
yang mungkin tak ku temukan esok

Tak ingin ku letakkan harap walau tak tinggi
karena kusadari bahwa bukan waktu yang bersalah
aku kini semakin mengerti bahwa
jiwaku memang untuk ditemukan olehnya...

...Belahan jiwa yang kini pergi

Only in its passing-by. White-washed eyes
Left vacant in his waning. In the

Morning,,,just out of the shower,,,a rugged
Face with whiskers, still flush with fleeting dreams,

Gazes back out of glass—reflecting
Rev’rential awe; this!!!is God’s glory

Passing-by. Now and then I see through the
Flaming veil the many fashioned faces

Of God. I had forgotten their lin’age
And mine,,,and not enough seen his constant

Passing-by. “Glory to God in the highest,,,
And on earth wonder for his passings-by.”

An accident of chance became,
Our lasting gift that day.
Some paths may cross but do not always,
Join in such a way.

I'm glad you've shared your life with me,
And made this moment prime.
The future will preserve the warmth,
That fills this precious time.

The present is a prize,
That you've helped to make complete.
I'm glad that fate arranged a way,
For you and me to meet.

Bruce B. Wilmer

छेपाराहरु रङ रोप्छन
छेपाराहरु रङ उमार्छन्
छेपाराहरु रङ फलाउंछन
छेपाराहरु रङ भित्र्याउंछन् ।

६५ काट्दा
उनिहरु झन तन्नेरी भए
छेपाराको बस्तिमा अचेल
रङहरुको खेती छ ।

For Translation in ENGLISH click me

A nightmare
Wrapped in golden ribbons
For a child
Realizing
Music is a window
Has two sides to it
Each side darker than the other
And choosing sides is an option
You cannot choose
Not to repeat
Until
A maddening music of the mist
Stops
And you realize
That you were the nightmare
Wrapped in golden ribbons
Dreamt by the solemn clown
Invited
In your birthday bash
Celebrated annually
Every day or so
And you’ve just turned hundred
There.

Here.

Prayers, Unsaid

.

I pray that you’d never learn to forget,

Even if spaces take away your heart.

I hope tomorrow you would not regret,

When distant places would take us apart.

.

Listen to our melodies, they’re inside your core,

Remember the sweet fragrance of passion.

They will bring back the mirths we shared before,

Like hued photographs in our souls' vision.

.

I pray that you would always remember,

Even if time erases memories.

I hope tomorrow you’d still keep me dear,

‘Til the time we both conclude our stories.

.

Feel the fine sands in the soles of your feet.

Their tender touch would remind you of me.

Like seawaves to the shores we would soon meet.

To kiss through the salty breeze of the sea.

.

I pray God’s hands would keep us together,

Even if moments pass us by swiftly.

I hope tomorrow would bring forever,

And God’s pure love would bind us endlessly.

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