A Slight of Prayer
Mochamad Muhadzis Ghafur
Smashwords Edition
Copyright 2009 Mochamad Muhadzis Ghafur
Shape of Prayer
A slight of prayer turn out to be the same shape of fear.
Of expectations have not been disappearing and still not obsolete in the middle of silhouette.
Along upon a tough night, I remain without any raindrops or full moon on the patio.
Flash of morning. I heard your voices calling despite that is vociferous stand in continue to shiver will not dying. I convince myself that the shape of prayer will never be disappeared.
All for the Beth
Beth, my dear, through the wide blue sea and the cybercafé glass screen so narrow, I await your eyes to be able to kill me now.
Beyond the rigid time, I talk over.
On the other side of heaven and it still feels cold.
How long is somehow I split with grief.
It is because the excitement been cracked.
The war continues between the rattle.
Do you still remember salty sweat smell on our clothes?
When we lie in the ship crosses free sea Masalembo.
You ask about the natural step when we are on the road.
So clear, so real, we ramble in the streets.
Beth, my dear,
We are so polite and fun but when you speak.
Beth, my dear,
I am reluctant to mourn a dream.
We are very tired with the promise of all other nations.
Too Cold To Remember That Time
Again, we found the illness.
Through the man that his faith is to be, condemn.
They feel beyond the honesty in every little piece of conceited.
Then will be born the fearless.
Of every hope, we have been surrounding.
Worms and Sovereignty (My Jakarta)
Among the branches of sovereignty attached at the time a tree as.
People are who foliage.
Before the fall season, arrive.
We are the people.
The creature being that is the hungry on welfare.
The humankind creating that is the thirst for happiness.
The swing is too high in the sky.
The kingdom that lay upon the surface soil is only a feel.
All is about the homeland and quietly pretend.
People are worms that fervor.
Living dead are reluctant to shrink.
We are the people.
That is not the parties.
That does not have the dance floor.
Only hope that with the prayers.
My dear and the speech
My dear,
Figuring his, speech and I still cannot be reaching.
There always been a time to be imparted.
Along his journey is not merely very hard working.
We will not become anything without God speeding.
My dear,
Do not fear of podium.
Cause we have the same cerebellum.
How can we teach our child without the honesty?
Yes, we have to run from hypocrisy.
My dear,
I have no more time to love you if your truth seeking discontinue.
The eligible love
I am not eligible to love you like an evil.
Then I will hold you in simple.
I devote my mind as your precious.
It will fly in the sky reaching the glorious.
Something sacred always been someway beloved.
I do not want to make you scared.
That is why my love is eligible.
As if Monarchy
O, Your Highness holds below that dominance...
Let us gets rid of sin niche to appear all over its meaning clear.
No hidden words are blame.
In addition, we will bathe light.
O, Your Highness stands beyond that dominion...
We are you wearing that crown arranged by the time itself.
We are always over your head.
Above us, the sky is always waiting.
O, Your Highness lies down that presentiment...
We do not want to laugh in the party.
Roll your bed is too filled dust.
Let a closed eye on every lie.
We realize that death often comes uncertain.
O, Your Highness keeps that silence...
We shall dwell in quiet.
Fields of rice
I see the green extend. This is my brown homeland. No doubt, that is my grandfather belongs all this land. He has been working hard to get in. Then the manner is plant it with rice and other crops within. They have no suicide bombing reason at the end.
I see a fertility listed under blue sky. The rain is coming down in the appropriate time and a good fertilizer those farmers persistent. We live with a full sense of gratitude beyond all the desire of humankind.
Our rivers are so clear. The air here is so refreshing. I play with mud among other children. We sing with the birds in the rice field. Every day we bathe the warm sunshine. We ran with joy encircle the village. Bring on the night of the torch at the carnival. Continue to laugh until the night was late fall.
Nevertheless, if only the city does not have sneak into the subconscious of our holy. Noise and carbon dioxide has being grasping on our godly. Go away; we still want the quiet of our village. The village stands above our own feet ragged.
I remember crying at the time of the past tagged. I can tell now, its poignant colors of our village. Voters’ birds have disappeared. The brown land changed into black. Again, we cannot swim in the clear river back. Our fathers no longer gather to tell about the forest that creeps. Advice, they just run relaxed morning in the horizon that deep. Then it has lost during the day deed.
Ah, about the color green from your eyes, I lie. I see without weeping although the dream that is not happening every day haunt. I still hang out hope. There is no feeling of dropping out of straw. From your red lips, I await my return a picturesque village.
I see green and sky blue. I saw it, your silences togetherness that with. Working hard like my grandfather beyond all the desire of each humankind.
I let my poems
I let my poems owned by anyone and for any among the millions of words arranged.
I tell my faith through a clear vision of honesty and critical minded.
I have signs of victory death with a carnal desire coal allowing the heart to be faithful the patience to run day-to-day.
I let my beloved poems by every man who loves poetry most as a friend during his life not to condemn the haphazard because poetry is the probity.
Under the shade of the sky and the wind to blow gentle, I let myself hidden.
I love you through all the feelings of the universe itself.
I let my poems walking in the way its own.
The Morning Television
I wake up in the morning without any sleep at night is. I heard a loud thunderous sound in the television. Without seeing what is happening. All happened as if it was the usual broadcasting. All sense of panic has disappeared to the sky. All feel of anxiety has been sinking to the earth dying. In addition, yes, it is all about the suicide bombing. Within this, I disagree.
Someone is so happy to fright. Get entered into the human soul of fight. Of immortality that only, come soon. They impose a feeling that they felt on the doom. Because everyone has seen hide himself. Into the joy that is not necessarily obtained.
There was something wrong with the understanding of life here. The various peace of the life with all the desired was only predicted. Of life who want the welfare of every dream in your own sight. Once again, I disagree with the suicide bombing.
The time has come to describe the time and the world. For the next and is owned by each person. That does not make television as the only truth. Who looked to sleep at night as a need?
Sightseeing
We went sightseeing into the dark forest in the early morning. Meet somehow lost in the history books of the ancestors. That is now you can read only in the bookstores.
We have seen a very blue sky. There were white clouds that make up the hopes. We have heard the songs of birds in the every afternoon. There was also a calming rain for all our loneliness.
It does really happens, the wind blowing tenderly on lovers who walked without direction. Within a million dreams to life, they keep dreaming. I have no more better sentences to figure out it.
Today, we walk in the bustling city, tells of villages that no longer serene. What makes the story so triumphant among students? It is need a very long time as it happened but the story quickly faded.
Hush!
Hush!
I do not have many words to tell you something thus.
I only know about the earth that getting old.
Our earth embryo is beginning to lose shade to shelter all of us.
Our earth ancestor is inaugurating to lose clean air bold.
Hush! Hush!
Stop questioning "why".
Stop throwing blame on others.
Stop daydreaming about fresh air.
Hush! Hush! Hush!
Let us, start working from now on the earth and our future fact.
Whoever you are, wherever you are, start act.