synth

nada distorsi menggetarkan ruangan penuh melodi
warna hitam putih mewarnai tubuh yang dingin dan keras
efek efek bervariasi tercipta dan membuat melodi berkarya
realisme yang nyata tidak abstrak melodi yang sangat remaja
predesor yang sudah menua dan ancestor itulah dirimu
synth.....

pangeran...putri...

Tanggal 16 bulan ketiga, sosok pangeran yang gagah dilahirkan di suatu istana yang megah...sang pangeran disambut senang oleh dunia, semua orang tertawa dan berpesta menyambut kelahiran sosok calon pemimpin yang merupakan pembawa kemakmuran disuatu negri, raja dan ratu bersuka cita. Lengkingan suara sang pangeran yang sangat menggema, membuat satu istana menjadi sangat senang, sangat riang, melihat matahari yang ada di pangeran, membawa kecerahan dan penerangan...Tanggal 31 dibulan ketujuh, seorang putri cantik jelita, dilahirkan juga di istana lain, istana yang sangat megah, aliansi negara sang pangeran di lahirkan,,, begitu juga dengan sang putri cantik ini, kecantikannya membuat orang terpana, bidadari kecil dilahirkan dalam rupa putri kecil.. rakyat sangat terpesona dengan kecantikan sang putri

Setelah beberapa tahun, pangeran kecil pun sudah beranjak dewasa, menjadi seorang remaja yang sangat gagah dan berwibawa, bersama sang raja menunggangi kuda di lindungi oleh beberapa pasukan khusus, melanjukan kunjungan persahabatan ke negri sebelah untuk bertemu dan menghadiri pesta ulang tahun sang putri yang cantik yang juga sudah beranjak remaja, berparas cantik mempesona sehingga banyak rakyat seumuran berusaha mendekati sang putri, tetapi tidak berhasil. Pangeran dan Rajanya disambut baik oleh Raja dan Ratu,Dua sahabat yang sudah lama tidak bertemu, kini saling tertawa dan bercanda. Pangeran gagah melihat sosok sang putri raja yang sangat berparas bidadari dari surga, pangeran kasmaran, jatuh cinta

Tidak ada yang berani mendekati putri jelita itu, kecuali sang pangeran yang gagah berani berkenalan dengan putri. Raja bersahabat menyadari bahwa mereka sedang berbahagia bertemu satu sama lain, dan sang putri pun sepertinya menunjukkan rasa kagum dan suka kepada pangeran gagah. Mereka pun mendekat, dan mengelilingi taman istana, bercengkrama, bercanda membuat mereka berdua senang luar biasa

Setelah berpesta, sang pangeran pamit kepada putri, berjanji suatu hari ia akan datang menjemput sang putri, untuk membawa sang putri ke suatu tempat, tempat yang sangat indah bagi dua pasangan sejoli yang sedang berbahagia. Tibalah saatnya pangeran menjemput putrinya, sang pangeran sangat takjub melihat betapa cantiknya sang putri pada waktu itu, dan mereka menunggangi kuda, tertawa sepanjang jalan, menuju taman yang sudah dipersiapkan sang pangeran, taman yang sangat indah seperti taman bunga di surga, di hiasi bunga bunga dan tanaman gantung berupa warnanya, dengan harum semerbak membahana. Sesampainya di taman, pangeran langsung membawa putri kesesuatu tempat, menutup mata sang putri, dan membawanya ke suatu tempat yang sudah dipersiapkan sang  pangeran, tempat penuh bunga mawar yang dibentuk seperti gambar hati, dan membawa putri ke tengah tengah bunga yang indah, pangeran membuka mata putri, dan sang putri cantik itu pun sangat sangat senang. Pangeran menyatakan cinta....Hubungan baru pun terlahir

Setelah dewasa, tiba saatnya pangeran yang gagah itu naik tahta, menggantikan posisi ayahnya menjadi sang raja baru, memimpin negri itu. sang Pangeran sudah menjadi raja. Ia langsung pergi ke negri seberang, untuk bertemu sang putri, membawa kabar bahagia, membawa mahkota berkilauan yang melambangkan seorang raja yang agung, di hormati. Raja kemudian melamar putri untuk menjadi ratu di negrinya se umur hidup..Tentu saja sang putri yang sudah lama menjalin hubungan dengan sang raja tidak menolak.. Dua negri yang terpisah menjadi satu, berkat hubungan antara pangeran dan putrinya yang sudah bersama selamanya menjadi raja dan ratu untuk membawa negri baru itu menuju kemakmuran luar biasa.

Semua karena Cinta...

The Raven

The Raven

by: Edgar Allan Poe

Once upon a midnight dreary, while I pondered, weak and weary,

Over many a quaint and curious volume of forgotten lore,

While I nodded, nearly napping, suddenly there came a tapping,

As of some one gently rapping, rapping at my chamber door.

''Tis some visitor,' I muttered, 'tapping at my chamber door-

Only this, and nothing more.'

Ah, distinctly I remember it was in the bleak December,

And each separate dying ember wrought its ghost upon the floor.

Eagerly I wished the morrow;- vainly I had sought to borrow

From my books surcease of sorrow- sorrow for the lost Lenore-

For the rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Nameless here for evermore.

And the silken sad uncertain rustling of each purple curtain

Thrilled me- filled me with fantastic terrors never felt before;

So that now, to still the beating of my heart, I stood repeating,

''Tis some visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door-

Some late visitor entreating entrance at my chamber door;-

This it is, and nothing more.'

Presently my soul grew stronger; hesitating then no longer,

'Sir,' said I, 'or Madam, truly your forgiveness I implore;

But the fact is I was napping, and so gently you came rapping,

And so faintly you came tapping, tapping at my chamber door,

That I scarce was sure I heard you'- here I opened wide the door;-

Darkness there, and nothing more.

Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there wondering,

fearing,

Doubting, dreaming dreams no mortals ever dared to dream before;

But the silence was unbroken, and the stillness gave no token,

And the only word there spoken was the whispered word, 'Lenore!'

This I whispered, and an echo murmured back the word, 'Lenore!'-

Merely this, and nothing more.

Back into the chamber turning, all my soul within me burning,

Soon again I heard a tapping somewhat louder than before.

'Surely,' said I, 'surely that is something at my window lattice:

Let me see, then, what thereat is, and this mystery explore-

Let my heart be still a moment and this mystery explore;-

'Tis the wind and nothing more.'

Open here I flung the shutter, when, with many a flirt and

flutter,

In there stepped a stately raven of the saintly days of yore;

Not the least obeisance made he; not a minute stopped or stayed

he;

But, with mien of lord or lady, perched above my chamber door-

Perched upon a bust of Pallas just above my chamber door-

Perched, and sat, and nothing more.

Then this ebony bird beguiling my sad fancy into smiling,

By the grave and stern decorum of the countenance it wore.

'Though thy crest be shorn and shaven, thou,' I said, 'art sure no

craven,

Ghastly grim and ancient raven wandering from the Nightly shore-

Tell me what thy lordly name is on the Night's Plutonian shore!'

Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

Much I marvelled this ungainly fowl to hear discourse so plainly,

Though its answer little meaning- little relevancy bore;

For we cannot help agreeing that no living human being

Ever yet was blest with seeing bird above his chamber door-

Bird or beast upon the sculptured bust above his chamber door,

With such name as 'Nevermore.'

But the raven, sitting lonely on the placid bust, spoke only

That one word, as if his soul in that one word he did outpour.

Nothing further then he uttered- not a feather then he fluttered-

Till I scarcely more than muttered, 'other friends have flown

before-

On the morrow he will leave me, as my hopes have flown before.'

Then the bird said, 'Nevermore.'

Startled at the stillness broken by reply so aptly spoken,

'Doubtless,' said I, 'what it utters is its only stock and store,

Caught from some unhappy master whom unmerciful Disaster

Followed fast and followed faster till his songs one burden bore-

Till the dirges of his Hope that melancholy burden bore

Of 'Never- nevermore'.'

But the Raven still beguiling all my fancy into smiling,

Straight I wheeled a cushioned seat in front of bird, and bust and

door;

Then upon the velvet sinking, I betook myself to linking

Fancy unto fancy, thinking what this ominous bird of yore-

What this grim, ungainly, ghastly, gaunt and ominous bird of yore

Meant in croaking 'Nevermore.'

This I sat engaged in guessing, but no syllable expressing

To the fowl whose fiery eyes now burned into my bosom's core;

This and more I sat divining, with my head at ease reclining

On the cushion's velvet lining that the lamplight gloated o'er,

But whose velvet violet lining with the lamplight gloating o'er,

She shall press, ah, nevermore!

Then methought the air grew denser, perfumed from an unseen censer

Swung by Seraphim whose footfalls tinkled on the tufted floor.

'Wretch,' I cried, 'thy God hath lent thee- by these angels he

hath sent thee

Respite- respite and nepenthe, from thy memories of Lenore!

Quaff, oh quaff this kind nepenthe and forget this lost Lenore!'

Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil!- prophet still, if bird or

devil!-

Whether Tempter sent, or whether tempest tossed thee here ashore,

Desolate yet all undaunted, on this desert land enchanted-

On this home by horror haunted- tell me truly, I implore-

Is there- is there balm in Gilead?- tell me- tell me, I implore!'

Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

'Prophet!' said I, 'thing of evil- prophet still, if bird or

devil!

By that Heaven that bends above us- by that God we both adore-

Tell this soul with sorrow laden if, within the distant Aidenn,

It shall clasp a sainted maiden whom the angels name Lenore-

Clasp a rare and radiant maiden whom the angels name Lenore.'

Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

'Be that word our sign in parting, bird or fiend,' I shrieked,

upstarting-

'Get thee back into the tempest and the Night's Plutonian shore!

Leave no black plume as a token of that lie thy soul hath spoken!

Leave my loneliness unbroken!- quit the bust above my door!

Take thy beak from out my heart, and take thy form from off my

door!'

Quoth the Raven, 'Nevermore.'

And the Raven, never flitting, still is sitting, still is sitting

On the pallid bust of Pallas just above my chamber door;

And his eyes have all the seeming of a demon's that is dreaming,

And the lamplight o'er him streaming throws his shadow on the

floor;

And my soul from out that shadow that lies floating on the floor

Shall be lifted- nevermore! 

Annabel

Annabel Lee
by : Edgar Allan Poe

It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of ANNABEL LEE;
And this maiden she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea;
But we loved with a love that was more than love-
I and my Annabel Lee;
With a love that the winged seraphs of heaven
Coveted her and me.

And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,
A wind blew out of a cloud, chilling
My beautiful Annabel Lee;
So that her highborn kinsman came
And bore her away from me,
To shut her up in a sepulchre
In this kingdom by the sea.

The angels, not half so happy in heaven,
Went envying her and me-
Yes!- that was the reason (as all men know,
In this kingdom by the sea)
That the wind came out of the cloud by night,
Chilling and killing my Annabel Lee.

But our love it was stronger by far than the love
Of those who were older than we-
Of many far wiser than we-
And neither the angels in heaven above,
Nor the demons down under the sea,
Can ever dissever my soul from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee.

For the moon never beams without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And the stars never rise but I feel the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Lee;
And so, all the night-tide, I lie down by the side
Of my darling- my darling- my life and my bride,
In the sepulchre there by the sea,
In her tomb by the sounding sea

penguasa malam

bulan merah memapar
darah segar terpancar
sang pemburu meminta minta
penguasa malam tanpa sandiwara

istana bran meriah
kehidupan abadi berpesta
pegunungan carpathia bising
penguasa malam porak poranda

kesepian di transylvania
kegelapan di transylvania
bayang bayang mencekam di transylvania
penguasa malam berpesta

oh sungguh segar darah ini
oh sungguh indah bulan merah
oh sungguh abadi hidup ini
penguasa malam berkata

fajar memperlihatkan dirinya
istana bran hening
pegunungan carpathia terang
penguasa malam menghilang

Rumah Laknat

denyut jantung menjijikkan
rupa penuh iba
badan renta menatap aurora gelap
berkhayal tentang hidupnya
masa lalu penuh setan
apa daya tanpa kekuatan

badan segar diujung pintu
memandang dengan amarah
hawa membunuh terpancar,adrenalin membara
pisau ditangan
penuh dendam di lubuk hati
kepada si lelaki tua

terkaman maut dirasa
audiosonik maksimal menggema
tebasan tanpa iba melayang
darah dosa mengalir kencang
bau menyengat mengambil alih
kakek tua binasa

kakek tua dimutilasi
serpihan badan dikuburkan
dibawah ubin didalam tanah
di dalam rumah penuh laknat
kejahatan jadi semu tertutupi
rumah laknat dihantui

Teka Teki

Suara pilu menggebu
Orbs malam beterbangan
Roh penasaran memekik
Mencari raga untuk sebuah teka teki

Jiwa tersakiti penuh amarah
kejahatan tidak berbayang
partikel berfatamorgana
memperjelas ketidakjelasan

kelam malam bertanya
siapa disana
aurora menghitam, kabut putih lenyap
hawa sejuk menerpa

roh melayang bebas
fenomena absurd dimana mana
teka teki masih ambigu
jawab.....