and this life is mere a sojourn place
of deep breath and devious races
we shall dance to this chance
take me by surprise!!
hear those siren of ambulance ring
please damage no more, for i shall not sink
tear falls down inside, unable to think
but wail no misery, for only this time we sing
and contradict the verses, O mankind
be merry
be happy
be full in life
as time keeps on going
and we keeps on aging
delight the present, the “in between”
for this is where we live
ajie
May 18th, 2010
01.36
of brick walls and sturdy rocks
i was made
to challenge the dubious timeline
to unravel complicated plans
and finally, to witness a magical end
oh, i plead the innocence!
wild imaginations and straightforward intentions
toast to our freedom!
let’s drink it, sip it, swallow it as a whole!
let’s dance under this shady moon!
let’s sing the merry!
let’s celebrate life!
ajie
May 15th, 2010
22.50
Night is the lofty image of continuous pivotal universe. Night describes, inspires, and provides lots of things,thus making miraculous events to happen. There is a deep silent within this phenomenon. A deep, black silentness that is hardly matched by any other natural phenomenon. Silentness, that doesn’t kill us, rather surviving mankind.
It is human nature to be afraid of the dark. Yes, it is human nature to be intimidated by quiet stillness. But to be afraid means to be blessed by feelings. In fear, mankind tend to reach its peak potential of living. Because we are afraid of the dark, we found how to create fire, thus allowing us to invent lights. Because we are stressed by raging natural disaster we’ve been evolving from one civilization to the next step of humanity. Because, a boy’s fear of losing his girl allowing him to write heart-melting poems. And, because of our fear towards unexpected life we are learning lessons of life we’ve had before.
To be blessed to see every night is different, is not something everyone has. People tend to sleep it off, waiting for the sun to rise by being inactive, while there are millions stars in the skies at night. Human’s perception of the dark, which is brought by night, creates a habitual ritual to sleep at night, thus making most of nights are spent worthless. Not exactly without gains, but surely we, as humanity does all the time, couldn’t even understand the beauty, the lofty, of nights.
But, as we know, there are nocturnals. People, like me, who are seeking the meaning of life through nights. I strongly disagree the dictionary’s concept of nocturnals. It is not mere an “active” rather stronger word should be used. I cant provide answers, for i am not an linguist. But one thing I know is, nights provide me with something sublime, something that its irregularities tend to confiscate me. I am in great awe of nights. Owls are singing. Moon is shining. Stars are winking their eyes, pretending to take me to a place that humanity has never experience before. Nights will always promise this one thing ; that its mythical yet seducing ambiences intrigue me, and those nocturnals, of nights where they actually live
ajie
October 28, 2009
3:07 AM
ah! how dreadful to feel discarded
entirely watching how the game’s been played
not a chance to do good, oh not a chance
do what you’re told, even if it’s not make sense
let alone the arising sun!
for there’ll be my cage for days to come
let me go away and i’ll stand on my feet
need no shelter, happiness is what i seek
now be free! be the one you feel!
chase the dream let it not slip away
cause if it’s away too far, it’ll be gone
be hurry! before the sun comes down
ajie
April 9 2010
1.26 AM
daydream delusion
limousine eyelash
oh baby with your pretty face
drop a tear in my wineglass
look at those big eyes
see what you mean to me
sweet cakes and milkshakes
i am a delusion angel
i'm a fantasy parade
i want you to know what i think
dont want you to guess anymore
you have no idea where i came from
we have no idea where we're going
lodged in life, like branches in the river
flowing downstream caught in the current
i carry you you'll carry me
that's how it could be
dont you know me?
dont you know me by now?
written by a bum along the danube river at night.
Vienna, 2010
let’s dance, folks or waltz on that ring
move your footsteps and let it swing
cause you fight with your heart and pride
O Cinderella Man, you make this right
O pride of New Jersey, we watch you struggle
so we light our hope, strapped our buckle
remember how you walked the dark alley
in the middle of winter in Jersey
it’s over! and so does the empty table
we survived the terrible and most horrible
O Bulldog of Bergen, you showed us hope!
to fight with pride and heart, not hanging rope!
ajie
March 13, 2010
21.32
what is it behind a simple yet astonishing smile?
a cry, a laugh, a broken heart, a mask, a tearful of joy
a deep diving into core of the blackhole
a theory consisting of mysteries
oh deary me!
i am held hostage of these neverending blisses
quietly enchanting spells of sleeping galaxies
never rest, dont sleep till the sun shines
for i am the perceiver of thee!
ajie
March 9th, 2010
01.09 AM
