Baronhawk's Nest

Fuck this
fecund gist
fickle breeze
flip-flop fit

irised moment
inked concrete
insignificant
incomplete

ideas idling
above reach
words waiting
finger tips

keyboard kissed
un-caressed
pages pouts
virgin white

hymen crisp
tout unbroken
idiom phrase
trite unspoken

love's labours
unconsummated
venusian vale
unirrigated

imminent thoughts
curbed curtailed
great foreplay
sans the sex.

I see colours
dead alive
smiling truth
naked unstylized

beside history
astride time
stripped bare
essential complete

black yellow
brown white
beneath the blue
underneath it red

running riot
pumped by beats
that same pigmented
ironed liquid

all under one
red, white, blue, yellow
fluttering freely
as in the breeze, it echoes.

Bukan hanya kata-kata
kuluahkan penuh makna
bukan hanya sandiwara
tinta luhur yang membara

perjuangan pentas pena
merentasi tabir masa
anak bangsa warga waja
tegap gagah di arena

bukan hanya keringatku
darah merah yang berderu
buat tekad azimatku
hidup daulat ampuh jitu

nan irama serta lagu
jadi sumpah dari kalbu
biar nyawa bagai salju
jadi wadah perjuanganku.