Michael Muliadi, 21 kwietnia 2012
The Everlasting Night
Written by michael.m
On Tuesday, April 3rd 2012
The night has fallen over the sky
The stars are shining above our heads
While the moon stares longingly
Right to her beauty all man ever wants
How I recall myself the luckiest man in this world
To have my love sitting in front of me
To realize such a beauty lies inside her soul
My days are never the same
Anymore
What a gorgeous velvety dress she wears
Beautiful like the flowers growing in her garden
Soft and smooth like her skin
And red like her cherish cheek
Which rosy as I hold her hands
Inside mine
The evening wind blows her hair gently
Softly wipes her brown, untied hair
Away from her forehead
She grows more beautiful and beautiful
As her hair gracefully levitate to the sky
And then falls back
Gentle like a feather drops
Without any harm
The candles are glowing against the darkness
Giving soft and warm light to her face
What a sweetest smile she gives to me
That smile brings us both warmth and comfort
Then she ask me to close my eyes
And then kiss me with her tender lips
Sweet like the glassful wine we drink
Warm like fire against cold
And so we spend our everlasting night
With kisses and loves
Michael Muliadi, 21 kwietnia 2012
The Morning Garden
Written by michael.m
On Friday, March 2nd 2012 – a day before essential date of my life
Revised on Monday, 5th 2012
The sun rose against the darkness of night ; greeting a new day
Birds sang their morning song, high in the air
Along with angels to sound pleasant
A sonata began to play
The sun placed his banner upon the skies ; welcoming a new moment
Darkness was being replaced by the morning light
Although she wanted to witness the beauty of dawn
Which has gone since the year full night ; and then returned to start over again
Finally the sun reigned upon his zenith ; Shining brightly
Yet he discovered a new oak tree by his sight ; it grows
Above the the hill to the edge of the skies
Higher and higher it gets ; and sweeter the fruit it bears
Michael Muliadi, 21 kwietnia 2012
The World of Black and White
Written by michael.m
On Friday, April 6th 2012
I never know is it morning or dark
I never know is it a beauty or a failure
I never know which road I am treading on
I just know how to walk and walk
With all the rest of my power
And with my eyes closed
The wind blows my face gently
Brings me cold and chill to my ashen skin
Finally I find my own freedom
After so long I was a prisoner
Of my routines and boring days
But not anymore
The scent of flowers softly fills my lungs
With the aromas I never smell before
Sweet like the Scily Isles
But tender like roses
I believe there is a garden laid before me
But how far and how big
I never know
Lone grasses and dandelions gracefully touch my hand
Softly linger with my fingers
I can feel the softness of silk
And the comfort of cotton’s fiber
I’m so happy
To find that my anguish and despair are gone
But then suddenly I stop
All the feelings disappear
Happiness
Relief
Freedom
All lost
I realize that my eyes are blind
And my heart cannot see the way forward
How can I know the world in front of me
While my eyes cannot see the reality
Then my steps are heavy and weary
I cannot decide
To move a single step forward
This is the world of black and white
Of life and of death
Of vision and of blindness
Of act and of waiting
I can only remain in place
Unless I can open my eyes once more
But when
I don’t know
Michael Muliadi, 21 kwietnia 2012
What a Fair World
Written by michael.m
On Friday, April 6th 2012
Today the sky is much darker than yesterday
Dark cloud shades every single corner of the street
Blocks every spot the sunlight can breach
But I am standing still
Hoping the rain to fall faster
To cover the tears which fall from my eyes
Then flow through my cheek
And drop to the ground
I plead
What a fair world
To ignore my rants and cries
Just like passing wind through a forest
I can never sound myself
Against its cruel, black heart alone
I plead
What a fair world
To forsake my presence
Like a crow hanging on the window
Then hushed to go away
By the owner of the house
By the owners of this world
I plead
What a fair world
To let me fight alone
To let me choose my darkest ways
Lead not to my destiny
No one can help me
To share the burden
Of the pen and of the book
Of the ink and of the blood
Of the bone and of the flesh
I use to write
Ever
Michael Muliadi, 21 kwietnia 2012
What Is The Meaning Of All ?
Written by michael.m
On Thursday, March 29th 2012
What is the meaning of life
When you know that you will be forgotten
Like a foot trail over the sandy shore
Which vanished as high tide washes
The memories it had passed alone
What is the meaning of love
When you know that your desire can never be satisfied
Like fiery flame burning against hay
There will be no end, even to say enough
Until everything turn into ashes
And nothing remain to be burnt
What is the meaning of a friend
When you know that someday you will be despised
Like withering leaves against the Autumn
Someday will fall and then thrown into the mouth of fire
Because you have nothing to benefit them
Anymore
What is the meaning of a hope
When you know that one day you will fail
Like a seedling planted on the barren soil
Which can never grow and deepen its root
But dead and rot alone
Which can never bring you a second chance
To decide the way of your life
Freely
What is the meaning of a family
When you know that you have to leave them one day
Like an ripping apple over its branch
Soon it will drop to the ground
And rot
But
What is the meaning of death
When you know that you can do more
While you’re still breathing
Like campfire against the cold and the darkness of night
Which giving you warmth and comfort
No one knows when the fire will dim and dies
But it will keep shining
Until the end comes
What is the meaning of hate
When you know that EVERYONE loves you
Sincerely the feeling comes from their heart
Like young memories for the elder and wise
Giving the old souls life while they can still bear it
Giving them an eternal story to tell
Their grandchildren, sons, and daughters shall know
What is the meaning of an enemy
When you know that you can make him your best friend
To be with you in your joy and sorrow
To be the one who want to stand by your side
Like an wild orchid bound to a tree
Different
But supplementing each another
Without ever losing anything the possess
Their friendship lasts forever
What is the meaning of all
When you know that a bright future awaits you
When you know that you have a destiny
To be with God’s side forever
As His lovely sons and daughters
Like a pine tree growing on the finest soil
The vine will touch the sky one day
And will bear the sweetest fruits
Men ever had
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