perempuan yang bernama senja
memelihara sunyi dalam kepekatan mata
kemilau rambutnya, warnai luka

cahaya mentari sejuk membelai halus wajahnya

perempuan yang bernama senja
menyimpan sunyi untuk dirinya
(Puisi Moyank)

sialan....aku terputus dari dunia luar..

terisolasi...

terpencil...

terasing.....

pahit....

hua..setelah sekian lama nggak teriak di blog.....hari ini pengen teriak keras....keras banget sampe dunia menutup kupingnya... SIALAN!!!!! bayangkan udah berapa hari aku nggak bisa ngepost....ditambah lagi littlegreenhatesit nya juga nggak bisa kebuka....hua bangke bener....web1000?? tapi yah emang host gratisan......maklum ajalah....
yo wis lah semua blogku tak delete aja malem ini........
coba bikin yang baru....

tes

Kucoba memahami tempatku berlabuh
Terdampar di keruhnya satu sisi dunia
Hadir di muka bumi tak tersaji indah
Kuingin rasakan cinta

Lusuh lalu tercipta mendekap diriku
Hanya usung sahaja kudamba kirana
Ratapan mulai usang, nur yang kumohon
Ku ingin rasakan cinta
Tulus seperti mereka (adanya)

Ayah bunda tercinta satu yang tersisa
Mengapa kau tiupkan nafasku ke dunia
Hidup tak kusesali mungkin kutangisi
Ku ingin rasakan cinta

Peluhku pun mengering menanti jawabmu
Tak pernah usai cintaku padamu
Hanya kata yang lugas kini tercipta
Kuingin rasakan cinta

Smakin jauh ku melangkah
Semakin perih jejak langkahku
Hari ku pun semakin sombong
Meski hidup terus berjalan, terus berjalan

Kirana jamah aku, jamahlah rinduku
Hanya wangi terurai yang dapat ku cumbu
Ku ingin rasakan cinta

Manis seperti mereka
Tulus seperti adanya
Suci seperti dirimu
Ingin rasakan cintamu


"kirana"
dewa 19

hua...ngantuk..........

hua...ngantuk..........

**** **!! *****

Jadi orang jujur emang susah, tapi lek dasarre jujur ya lebih susah lagi untuk nggak jujur...
sedikit cuplikan....kisah ketidakbisaan untuk nggak jujur....

(kafe teknik siang siang waktu penulis lagi asistensi)
aku: mas tanggal piro seh ultah he sampeyan??
uka: rahasia!!!
kua: tanggal 7 tah??
uka: nggak!!!
kau: saiki yo??!! jegurno wis....
uka: bener enggak sekarang...!! wis tak kasih tau tanggalnya
tapi entar jangan di ceburin ya.....
kau: iyo wis.....
uka: tanggal **-**-** bang....
kau: ooooo
uka: *pelan2 banget* hiihihii bohong....
kau: *dengar* hua!! bohong yah??!!! jegorno!!!
byor...akhirnya uka masuk selokan
dengan digotong saudara2 terganas...dan
ditonton jutaan mata ngeri ...basah kuyup
bau..huek nggilani pool... pokok e..
uka: *meratap sedih* huhuhu..padahal gue dah jujur.....

(malem, jl purnawirawan perang..,lagi makan belut sambil lesehan)
uak: sebenerre ultah sampeyan kapan seh??
uka: rahasia...
uak: ngono ae rahasia...
auk: iyo tanggal piro seh??
uka: yang jelas bukan tanggal 7...gila anak2 tadi siang...
udah jujur masih masuk selokan....
uka: ini gara2 ada sms ke "kau"
bilangnya uka ultah
uka: kalo dikira tanggal 28 seh mendingan..
di blog kan tertulis tanggal iku...lah ini masih tanggal 7 cor...
uak: lha terus tanggal berapa yang bener??
uka: rahasia...
auk: tanggal berapa!!!!
uka: rahasia!!!!!
uak: tanggal berapa seh....*memohon*
dari sini semua cara udah di coba... mulai diceburin, ditanya baek2, di paksa, di rayu, di sogok, disuap, di hpnotis...semua udah...*putus asa* *pasrah*

uka: rahasia....
temen2 akrap ku aja yang tau paling cuman berapa...
dari smp aja yang tau ultahku tanggal ** cuman dua...
sma cuman tiga...
uak: aku tau tanggalnya...*teriak keras ampe dalam ati loncat2..*
tanggal ** kan????
uka: kok tau?? *kaget plus tanda tanya??"
uak: lho... *lebih kaget lagi*
auk: kok tau, uak??
uak: lho kan barusan ngomong.??? *makin bingung ama dunia ini*
uka: kapan??? *buingung ini*
uak: kan barusan ngomog
" dari smp aja yang tau ultahku tanggal ** cuman dua...
sma cuman tiga... "
uka: oo iya...baru sadar....*huahua...huhuhu....*
uak,auk,uka: * ketawa ngakak ampe guling2 di trotoar jalanan...
asli di trotoar....
karena emang lagi makan lesehan dipinggir jalan..
jadinya kalo guling2 juga nggak begitu malu*
uak: srimulat
auk: hua ha hahahaa....
uka: kok iso yo nggak sada. *garuk2 kepala *
goblokKKKKKKKKK*meratapi nasip nih..*
uak: sapa yang goblok???? huahahaha..........

inilah kekonyolan abad ini!!!!!
tapi dari sini uak mulai sadar, kalo uka tuh bukannya ***** mungkin lebih parah dari itu....huahahaha.... tapi dari situ uak juga tau kalo uka emang pada dasarnya jujur banget, orangnya jujur puol wis nggak ada tandingannya.... jujur ayam ato kacang ijo pun masih kalah jujur.. huahua.. terus kayak gitu aja, uka ...emang susah kok berusaha nggak jujur kalo dasarnya emang kita orang jujur.... selamat jujur uka..semoga panjang umur dan sehat selalu!!! serius nih selamat jujur.....

kemesraan ini....janganlah cepat berlalu......kemesraan ini...

pagi ini...00:48 aku bisa ketawa...bener-bener ketawa...huahahaha.... kok ya ada lagu sekonyol ini kuonyol pool...tewur pokok e...tapi asik kalo mo dipikir-pikir lagi....
pernah denger grup band namanya "Organized Konfusion" ??
pernah denger musiknya???
hua....aku baru 2 menit tadi tau ada nama band kayak gitu.... baru 1,5 menit tau lirik lagunya... dan sampe detik ini belom pernah denger musiknya....
tapi dari liriknya....aku udah ketawa terhabak-habak...
huahahaa...
ups...lebih gila lagi sedetik lalu aku juga baru tau ternyata dia cuman duo bukannya grup band....
hua..kuper banget aku.....sialan
lebih sialan lagi !!!!bangke ternyata di luar lagi ujan....
ujan....:(
motor ku masih dihalaman.....hua..kasian bener renegade tercinta....udah tua keujanan lagi dikao...hua maap.....

Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken?

"Of all the things my momma used to cook;
I liked.." "Chicken!"

[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refridgerator last night?
Well I expect to find it when I get home, or else!

[Pharoahe Monch]
Damn it really hurts my heart to remember these (remember these)
Days way back, in the seventies (seventies)
The only AIDS you used to know was Kool-AIDS
Corn-bread, corn-rows, and corn-br-AIDS
Pull up a chair, read a book like Dr. Seuss
Peel off the skin, eat all the meat
Nibble on the bone, and then suck the goo
Man if my mother was the Colonel, her chicken woulda sold
It even taste better THE NEXT DAY COLD
Chick-chicken.. chick-chick-chick-chicken
When I collect my thoughts I recollect
I used to listen to my moms (to my mommy)
"Damn it!" everyday,
"Boy you better clean up your room before you go outside and play"

[Prince Poetry]
Yo Monch you can remember when we used to play skelly way back
Blastin wax, side or tops, Prince don't play that
Uh-oh, it's six o'clock, I'm late for dinner
If my girl wasn't his girl, I was definitely in her
Got in them print skirts (yo you was feenin for a chicken fix)
Ran in the kitchen and put my finger in the cornbread mix
..
Mom yells dinner's ready, cause she's the boss
All I needed was my ketchup, and my hot sauce
and my, cornbread, now I'm, ready to dig in
Pick the meat off the bone, and then I ate the skin

[Richard Pryor]
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!" ...
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!"

[Pharoahe Monch]
Round (up) round (up) one (two) three
I'm fresh out of the batch, and you can't catch me
Mrs. Mary Mac, all dressed in black
She's rather fat, and she, carries a bat
She's the nosiest lady on the block when it's hot
Cops get shot when we played SWAT
but no one never died though, we just cried
Only to laugh again when my moms made fried..

[Prince Poetry]
chicken barbecues in the summer was the move
Whoo! Hah hah, hah hah hah, Grand Groove
was the jam Grandmaster Vic played in the park
past the dark, I seen the spark, so did me, Troy and Mark

Went to the rib shack, ordered chicken and the collard
greens but there's no money left in my wallet
But I kept fifty cents for my juice (word?)
Now we would go to Troy's house and get loose (uhh)
..
[Pharoahe Monch]
I'm.. just.. looking out of the window (window)
Watching the asphault grow (grow) slow (slow)
My best friend, was a G.I. Joe
although he had bald spots in his afro
Play with the kids your own age, that's what they used to tell us
I got jealous, when we couldn't run with the big fellas
Bullies on the block used to beat us
I was quick as a cat, in fact, I was a cheetah
Es-pecially when we played, follow the leader
Little Suzy May Robinson used to play
show and tell with my peter
..
[Prince Poetry]
I used to rock my British Walkers to church
After the choir sang the preacher started to preach
so I had to search
for a pen and some paper to keep myself occupied
But the aroma from the kitchen came and sat by my side
and said, "MmmmmMMM! You know I smell good"
I said to myself, "Please oh please reverend now would
you speed up the sermon so I can determine
whether I'ma have peas or collars greens
with my chicken that I'm yearnin"
Turnin to the usher in the back, whispering,
"Please keep the chicken monster from coming through
the crack of the door!" Later at the table
moms poppped my hand until it was sore
Cause I ate the chicken, before
the preacher said grace, but I'm ready to go for self
But there's not one piece of chicken on the table left
(What happened to that wing man?)
(Where that chicken go?)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
(Where that chicken go?)
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
Chick-chick-chick-chicken
Chick-chick-chick-chicken

[Richard Pryor]
You know that chicken I put in the refridgerator last night?
Well I expect to find it when I get home, or else!
But I'll tell you, what my mother would say..
"Somebody stole my piece of chicken!"

"I didn't take your chicken Pop"

[Prince Poetry]
Just wait til I get home, cause ain't no chicken left
(hey that's cool)
Miss Clarabell took the last piece of chicken
(that's cool!)

Artist: Organized Konfusion
Album: Organized Konfusion
Title: Who Stole My Last Piece of Chicken?

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