Just try to be better

It’s me,
Uslih, 2008

Do you trust in the sun shining?
Do you trust in the leaves wiggling?
Do you trust in the black jacket hanging in your cupboard?
Do you trust in the sandals in front of your door?

Do you trust in the pillow and the blanket warming you every night?
Do you trust in the mirror reflecting your shadow?
Do you trust in the one teaching you?
Do you trust in the beggar in front of that shop?
The sun, leaves, black jacket, sandals
The pillow and blanket, mirror, teacher, and beggar
Nothing can be trusted
They are liars
I have trusted cup, I have trusted clock
Also, the cigarette in its warm, but they lie in real

I trust in God only
I trust myself only

Bukan Sungai yang Mati
Erwinsyah, 2008

Tak perlu bertanya bagaimana rasanya menunggu.
menunggu hanya butuh sedikit kesabaran, ketenangan
hingga kau benar-benar dapat menyadarinya
dari purnama ke purnama binar bebintang memenuhi ruang angkasa
pada malam yang cerah

bila ada yang bertanya bagaimana rasanya diam dan menengadahkan wajah
ke muka langit, jawabnya sederhana, tinggal bagaimana kita merelakan yang fana, datang dan pergi, hidup dan mati, hancur dan utuh kembali.

Tapi bila ada yang tahu sedikit saja mengapa arus sungai di jeramnya yang berlalu selalu tampak baru, jelas tidak seperti batu, diam, menunggu, dan dilalui arus sungai yang sedang melaju.

Pernah di sebuah tempat di bibir pantai yang bermata air tawar arusnya tak ragu melaju mengalir bersatu ke dalam lautan.

Dan di mata hatiku engkaupun bagai mutiara yang bersembunyi di bawah hamparan butir pasir di bibir pantai, akupun tak ingin berhenti berharap seperti ombak laut yang llembut mengikis butir-butir pasir itu hingga mutiara tampak ke muka berkilauan seperti fajar yang kerap nampak bagai kaca-kaca air diatas lautan.

Fuck____________________
Uslih, 2008

Just flag remain to be flag
Has never known do the people absolutely have independence
Wind even also just remain to be blow
Has never cares morning, noon nor night, cool nor heat

Just people remain to be say
Like bird which is hunger
Just price remain to be go up
Like child which see his kite in the sky

Wise people die
While fucker still can laugh
World does not be dreamlike of me
All beauty is only fucker fable

There is no harm to say fuck by of all!

Feast Qurban of Human (Dedicated to the war of Gaza)
By. Uslih. January, 2009

The music is loud in my room
I do enjoy of everything
The screen of my computer is bright
As bright as the sky
I drink a glass of coffee then close my eyes
Then a bar of cigarette comes into my lips

In the morning of a habit
A bundle of newspaper opened to look through the window of the world
Beginning from celebrity, sport, politic and economic news I read
All of them so attract of my eyes to catch sentences by sentences
Then I get a title
Huh, it’s really a Feast Qurban of Human, isn’t it?

Again, I drink a glass of coffee which I put my side
Then a single of cigarette return to my lips
I try to change my sit
I try to catch all of the words

It takes me about five minutes to read all the words
I guides me sympathy
I let a bar of cigarette enclosed among my fingers
I let a glass of coffee become a lake of conceited flies

Palestina, I catch their eyes tearful
Palestina, I catch their body bloody
Gaza, I catch the light of Israel missile out of the destroyer gun
Gaza, I catch the loud of explosion of destroying gun

Everything is like out of my sense and out of walking corpse sense
Only silent and do nothing of the imperialism power

The world can talk only
The world can curse only
The world can be sympathy only
Great a feast Qurban of human