L’arriviste Excentrique

Ode to Theodore For: no one in particular

10th of August, 2008 - 10th of August, 2009

Why won't you let me be?

Dear Sister...

I can be without anyone but not without you. You twist my heart, dwell in my mind and fill my eyes, you are my joy I can't be without you. You are my sleep, my rest, the water I drink. You are my clarity, my dignity, my world I can't be without you. Sometimes you are kind, sometimes unfaithful, you break my heart but my love, my essence, do not go away I can't be without you. You are the head I am the feet you are the hand, I am your banner if you leave, I will perish I can't be without you. You have erased my image, taken my sleep you've torn me away from ...

7th of July, 2004

Siapapun yang dicintai itu cantik. Namun, kebalikannya tidak selalu benar. Tidak semua yang cantik dicintai. Kecantikan adalah bagian dari dicintai; dicintai adalah bagian utamanya, sehingga ketika kualitas itu ada, kecantikan selalu mengikuti. Suatu bagian dari sesuatu tidak dapat dipisahkan dari yang seutuhnya. Bagian itu harus tetap ada padanya. Pada masa Majnun ada banyak gadis yang jauh lebih menawan dari Layla tetapi dia tidak mencintai mereka. Ketika diberitahu, "Ada banyak gadis yang lebih cantik dari Layla. Biarkan kami menunjukkannya padamu," dia selalu menjawab, "Aku tidak mencintai Layla untuk bentuk luarnya. Dia bukan bentuk luarnya; dia seperti sebuah gelas yang kugenggam dan kuminum anggur darinya. Dan oleh karena itu, aku jatuh cinta ...

[YES THIS IS A USELESS ENTRY AT THE MOMENT] I want to write a poem To express how exactly I... wonder what's going on and its how and its why All the words and the worlds At the back of my crowded head would struggle to climb up from my throat where it's been led But no further I want to let words run down But they're like a tangled coil trying to smooth out the edges Would leave me in a turmoil Unenthusiastically undoing them knots until I reached my limits Probably I will toil away with ambition lasting for some minutes But no further (Entitled; A Small Part of Something Mildly Resembling a Poem that Miss AKS ...

All day I think about it, then at night I say it. Where did I come from, and what am I supposed to be doing? I have no idea. My soul is from elsewhere, I'm sure of that, And I intend to end up there. This drunkenness began in some other tavern. When I get back around to that place, I'll be completely sober. Meanwhile, I'm like a bird from another continent, sitting in this aviary. The day is coming when I fly off, But who is it now in my ear who hears my voice? Who says words with my mouth? Who looks out with my eyes? What is the ...