suRANTo dwi saputra
The JOURNEY to the AFTERLIFE
I fantasize, when death comes. our souls are detached from the body and will leave the world to another dimension and we can not yet expect what will happen ...
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We are only between
a world full of wind and empty world
We are only between
spirits who expect us and those who try to let us go
We are only between
in a world full of colors and gray worlds
we are only able to feel
destiny at work
we are only able to feel
with all sincerity
We only can
feel
without being able to do many things
we only can
feel.....
feel......
feel.....
feel.....
feel.....
feel.....
destiny that is at work ...
and the flowers fly on the grave
the fragrance scattered ....
fill the universe ...
towards eternity ...
rant73. Febro.10,2019
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journey to the afterlife
across the dark, terrifying and spooky
I boarded the ship, groaned
biting rock ...
biting rock ...
I saw the mainland away ..
blackened on the horizon ...
I have a face ..
exposed to other sun ..
and the stars that float in the ocean of the universe ..
Oh ..., trip to the afterlife ..
cross the dark, great and spooky ..
with always in the piercing sense of horror ..
it turns out that death is not the end of a story ......
(Sept 27. 2017 Rant73)
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I'M BACK *
I'm back. Many foreigners:
water flowing colors, ships, eagles
And clouds resting on the other equator;
the taste of the sea has changed and I have a face
also illuminated by the sun
other.
Only
The stillness remains.
More deserted me on the twist of the road;
more quiet anyway when between
who hopes and who takes off.
The left ear is still turned
drawn anxiously intermittently as bright as ever
thunder.
1949
translated from the poem " Aku berada Kembali " Chairil Anwar "
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GARDEN of EDEN
Muted color
On darkest day
There was a light
to show the way
In dreary towns
My eyes were bound
To the misty lights
Up on the cloud
What is that phenomenon?
Where did it go?
The place we are seeking
We shall never know.
As our eyes droop down
And our smiles go flat,
It is easy to see
That we shall never go back
To that muted color
On that darkest day
Where that light to guide us
Showed the way
Immortality is over
We are now doomed
To succumb to our future
As our destinies loomed.
As we were shot down
To the pits of Tartarus
My fate was no longer
Ambiguous
We were forgone
Forever to roam
The pitch black world
Always to moan
That muted color
On darkest day
Was unfortunately one
To never stay
Written by
CK Marrow United States
from : hellopoetry.com/words/afterlife/
The JOURNEY to the AFTERLIFE
I fantasize, when death comes. our souls are detached from the body and will leave the world to another dimension and we can not yet expect what will happen ...
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
We are only between
a world full of wind and empty world
We are only between
spirits who expect us and those who try to let us go
We are only between
in a world full of colors and gray worlds
we are only able to feel
destiny at work
we are only able to feel
with all sincerity
We only can
feel
without being able to do many things
we only can
feel.....
feel......
feel.....
feel.....
feel.....
feel.....
destiny that is at work ...
and the flowers fly on the grave
the fragrance scattered ....
fill the universe ...
towards eternity ...
rant73. Febro.10,2019
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
journey to the afterlife
across the dark, terrifying and spooky
I boarded the ship, groaned
biting rock ...
biting rock ...
I saw the mainland away ..
blackened on the horizon ...
I have a face ..
exposed to other sun ..
and the stars that float in the ocean of the universe ..
Oh ..., trip to the afterlife ..
cross the dark, great and spooky ..
with always in the piercing sense of horror ..
it turns out that death is not the end of a story ......
(Sept 27. 2017 Rant73)
++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
I'M BACK *
I'm back. Many foreigners:
water flowing colors, ships, eagles
And clouds resting on the other equator;
the taste of the sea has changed and I have a face
also illuminated by the sun
other.
Only
The stillness remains.
More deserted me on the twist of the road;
more quiet anyway when between
who hopes and who takes off.
The left ear is still turned
drawn anxiously intermittently as bright as ever
thunder.
1949
translated from the poem " Aku berada Kembali " Chairil Anwar "
+++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++++
GARDEN of EDEN
Muted color
On darkest day
There was a light
to show the way
In dreary towns
My eyes were bound
To the misty lights
Up on the cloud
What is that phenomenon?
Where did it go?
The place we are seeking
We shall never know.
As our eyes droop down
And our smiles go flat,
It is easy to see
That we shall never go back
To that muted color
On that darkest day
Where that light to guide us
Showed the way
Immortality is over
We are now doomed
To succumb to our future
As our destinies loomed.
As we were shot down
To the pits of Tartarus
My fate was no longer
Ambiguous
We were forgone
Forever to roam
The pitch black world
Always to moan
That muted color
On darkest day
Was unfortunately one
To never stay
Written by
CK Marrow United States
from : hellopoetry.com/words/afterlife/