Silent

By DE Priasz

No need to speak where people
will come to an end, let it all flow
Fate is the silence of each
No need to also talk morals, your god is dead

Always there are sadness verses everynight
It was not your day, but my days.

December, 27, 2014

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DE Priasz. Lives in Jakarta.

I Did Not Hear

By Boedi Ismanto SA

I did not hear
a lot of people crying in the night
time. but once
the morning arrived
you were even able to see
tears falling
on the phone or screen

March 9, 2013
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Boedi Ismanto SA. The poets.

*1 - one poem of 1000 poem in "1000 POETRY FOR THE SKY"

Sketch without Ink

By Augustinus Abraham

I open the rice hood
there is a screams hungry echoed
then I closed again

I open the fridge
no demonstrators sounds tearing capitalist brands
then I closed again

I turn on the tv
there is an artists and photo model fuck by the politicians
then I turn off the tv

I went outside the home
watching the concrete muscles of the capital city arm wrestling
ignoring the inconsequential leader's speech

:then I burn another cigarette

Rawamangun, May 12, 2011
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Agustinus Abraham. Lives in Jakarta.

After the Death

By August Suhardono

Always a surprise
that bring memories to follow, the light flickering.
Why did they enter it. Like a blurry picture television spots.
Silently dripped gently on an electric substation.

Slowly go without knowing in a twilight of the rainy season
the leaves are still not want to say hello.
They are like a sheet of paper which scratched from an old record.
Many of the names listed in a quiet, cool.

Still available to enjoy the beauty of your days
but the shadows were more real than the tired bodies.
The cowboys of the hero does not really matter anymore
shelter behind all the power and arrogance.

November 6, 2011
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August Suhardono. Lives in Jakarta.

Light

By Sitok Srengenge

For you perhaps my attended just fictitious, though I’m not far from you
I dwell inside, is like a fire that animates the furnace
For you can be anything you want, I hope you did not hesitate my attend

Every time I watch outstretched wings that overlay an area of the universe
Translucent hands touching objects so bright
Despite the love, hate and lies, always as ephemeral mirage

I glory in the heart, in thought I was intelligent, in a follow-me beauty
I'm pointing the way, my spark of hope. Uncover the veil of knowledge,
explain my understanding. Relieve my footsteps to freedom
I'm light, making it a virtual muddy, give love

I was the rainy season, weeping bitterly begging sun series
I weather the night, the moon shined bright for the clamp
Shoots like a yearning, I swerved to reach you in vain
Flattery the body, snap soul, until one day I was devastated after dusk

True light radiating from within
Bright light outside only faint reflections
If your eyes closed universe dark
Undoubtedly an expert body when the light goes out

May 26, 2011
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Sitok Srengenge. The famous poets. Live in Jakarta.