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"Memento Mori"

What is the PRECIOUS thing you TREASURE most in your LIFE?

"Memento Mori" means:

Remember you are mortal...

Vita brevis breviter in brevi finietur,
Mors venit velociter quae neminem veretur,
Omnia mors perimit et nulli miseretur,

Ad mortem festinamus peccare desistamus.


You Call It, a Raven

And it soars, high, to cut thru by its wings, the gloomiest sky

Now, the mourns are there, the griefs, tears - in a core
which are burdened deep in the human's heart
Nevertheless, it suddenly appears from nowhere, dear,
just like the times before
then swiftly it squints its eyes, "Too bright",
and stands there holding on the branch - tight

Black-weary clothes, gathered in the crowd
The tears spilled in the silent and the preachy words
tried holding the shady-souls sheltered
But nevertheless, it was already there, glancing from afar,
to imbue the very moment to its feathers
While it howled to them, my dear, it howled to them
to remind there's still a life left behind
to chase after

It is, you caught it on the dead trees,
shaped like a hand from graves
It is, you saw it when you're in grief, trying to dismiss
the world apart from its black-and-white
There it is! When you lose a hope, hate a love,
suffer a wound, bleed a soul!

It screams, while emphasizing:
"I'll be here, my wings and tail, just to let you know!
You want a joys? I'll give you more
Pursuing a life? I'll keep then no sore
I'll always be here, give you spaces, bless
you mercies, over and over
Need no sympathy? Fine, but, I'll float here still,
to teach you some... lore!"

"So, what is it?", you wonder. Please call
more-likely, a raven
a very unique bird indeed, one which flies
with the darkness of night
Always keeps up to the moon,
to be gladly surrounded by the dark, just to
dance under the shadow of moonlight

"But why?", you wonder
It is neither the creature of satire,
nor the pariah
Neither wants to be a martyr,
nor the Mesiah
The raven just enjoys to be flowed
in dark, condemning a light, saying
"Because when you are too blinded
by the Light,
and could see no more your path,
something is possessing and becoming you!
The Lord of Melancholy himself - The Dark"

(Srry kl pk bhs Inggris n byk tmn2 yg mngkin males bacany, cm sdikit iseng2 doang kok, haha :D)

8 comments:

Shin-kun said...

*garuk2 kepala* haduh Rax... berat banget ni postingan... :p

May 18, 2010 at 8:46 PM  

lagi mood dark ya Xen... tapi gila lah, bisa bikin puisi beart kayak gini. saking beratnya susah mia cerna maknanya. Ngertinya cuman keren aja wakakakakakak

May 19, 2010 at 12:11 AM  
Reine said...

i like it your poem even theresome I got trouble to understand it hehehehe

May 19, 2010 at 10:19 PM  

x>Shin-kun: gyahaha, kn udh apologize d ats :D

x>kemala-octi: hello too...

x>KucingTengil: gak ah, udh dri dulu kli. Kekeke...loh, kl g ngrti ms tau ni kren? SOk tawadlu :O

x>Reine: kekeke, thx soo much :D

May 20, 2010 at 5:57 AM  
Shin-kun said...

Iyeh, dimaafkeun deh, byuh *ngusep jidat*... btw, tumben blom update, biasanya rajin :D...

May 21, 2010 at 11:15 PM  
Miss Rinda said...

wedew aqyu baru baca,,keyen keyen ^0^

With Love,

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May 25, 2010 at 6:07 AM  

x>shin-kun: ahaha, agk trsndat2 skrang :D

x>miss rinda: wuah, thx, my pleasure, I appreciate ur admiration thre ;)

May 26, 2010 at 5:04 AM  

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