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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.

Tidak Akan Lenyap

Tapi, disana, kau berdiri
tegak tertahan menyimak lirihnya malam
Dan kau senang melambai lembut
sambil berjalan tertatih, dipeluk angin
bersatu dengan harmoni berpadu
Tidak, kawan, tidak akan lenyap
seperti sebuah pelangi yang menatap hangat

Hujan pun diam, kemilau sisa embun di dedaunan
Awan pagi berlari kecil, riang
sembari siluet merah merobek cakra-
wala, merah sesaat dan bias
sebuah pesona penebar semangat terpahat
Tidak, kawan, tidak akan lenyap
seperti pelita bulan walau di gelap malam sesaat

Tapi tidak, kawan, tidak akan lenyap
pagi dan malam kutapakkan kaki mengucap:
"Juangku masih untuk 1000 asa kudapat!"

(inspired by: Piano no Mori and Choplin's Grande Valse Brillante)

I Am ( a poem)

I am - yet what I am, none cares or knows;
My friends forsake me like a memory lost
I am the self-consumer of my woes -
They rise and vanish in oblivious host,
Like shadows in love frenzied stifled throes
And yet I am, and live - like vaporous toast

Into the nothingness of scorn and noise,
Into the living sea of waking dreams,
Where there is neither sense of life or joys,
But the vast shipwreck of my life's esteems;
Even the dearest that I love the best
Are strange - nay, rather, stranger than the rest

I long for scenes where man hath never trod
A place where woman never smiled or wept
There to abide with my Creator God,
And sleep as I in childhood sweetly slept,
Untroubling and untroubled where I lie
The grass below, above, the vaulted sky

Written by: John Clare

This poem is especially dedicated toward those whoever reading this and has been feeling almost fully-melancholic in his/her life. I know you've suffered. I know, sometimes your hatred to the World and all around you is unlimited. But just let me tell you, I've already awaken from the depth of Hell knowing how I'd felt this, and it just caused me more troubled and disgusted. Don't let the sorrow distress you more, days and so after.

And, hopefully, you'll change. Not into the another person, 'cause there's just no more time to become another-self, but to reconsider things and reconstruct yourself. Being yourself is something more gracefully made of stream of wise. Not then I don't mention, that:

You'll never walk alone...