Eksistensialisme, English, Puisi


If your mind needs to wander let it read
If your mind needs to rest let it sleep
If your mind needs both let it dream
But never let it idle for an idle mind is a crazy mare

And in the day to the sun it will stare
And in the dark it will unleashed nightmare
Thus, tame it with passion, compassion, faith or medication
Ride it through the open field, sea, and sky
Find your way to play
As long as you live you stay

Eksistensialisme, Photo Essay, Portfolio, Puisi

Family Formation

For Gabo

MAY. 24 2016
at National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institutio

I remember my extended family
A patriarch and his wife and children
Grandchildren, teen toddlers
Gathering for a big feast

Today they are done
No more patriarch, destroyed
By unlawful wedding 
Unsettling divorce
Drugs, disease, death
Forgotten dreams

The colonel was my grandpa
He died and life goes on
For everywone to live
In solitude.

#Hari2DC #smithsonian #marquez #100yearsofsolitude (at National Portrait Gallery, Smithsonian Institution)

Cinta, English, Filsafat, Memoir, Puisi, Racauan

Et Tristis Laetitiam

Nobody wants to love anybody
If there is love, its not a choice
Because if you want to love somebody
You don’t love, you’re just lonely


You see yourself in the mirror

and people say,
you should love yourself first
before you love others
but no matter how beautiful you are
if the love its not there, then its not there

Then like the old cliche
of gratefulness and making happiness
you make the best of yourself
and try to love what you are

and that’s not too bad, though you certainly fail
you never ask to be born anyway

Since only narcissists
who love themselves selfishly
and condemned to be drown
in the self-absorbed ego-maniacal pond

Thus, unable to love others truthfully
socially crippled as a pathological psychopath
or destructive bipolar, hurting others around them

Nothing good comes out of beautiful narcissist

except probably some good selfies taken from one angle
you don’t want to look bad with that amount of ego
and in the end, self mutilating is the only answer
just to make you keep loving yourself

“Vincent Van Gogh Self-Portrait with Cut Ear” by Eric Wayne. 


Nobody wants to love anybody
because other people is hell
but when it comes like a disease
like death, it is inevitable
like life, it will grow
and like desperation
you will die with it

But love is not a wolf, its not your desire
its not a matter of feeding which wolves
you can deprived it of actions or efforts
you can buried it alive with distractions
but it will stay where it is
alive and kicking

And there will always be moments
that make a glimpse feels like a lifetime
in between your thoughts and works
or on your bed, when you look at the ceiling

You see faces of your loved ones:
one that got away, one that died,
one that never love you back,
and one that sleeps beside you
as a complete stranger

And those moments, my friends,
is what they called