WARM CLOSING

WE HAVE A GOOD LEADERSHIP

NOT

A LEADERSHITT

SWEET WARM EMBRACE

IF YOU LEAD YOURSELF RIGHT ,

YOU WILL FLY TO HEAVEN............

Ssssstt....semalam kekasihku bilang.........

semalam di sms kekasihku bilang........

sayangku...
ijinkan aku untuk mencintai dan menyayangimu
ijinkan aku untuk mencumbu dan merayumu
hingga kedalam hatimu.......

aku tahu........
berat rasanya untuk berharap
kamu yakin dan percaya padaku
tapi setidaknya aku sudah berusaha untuk jujur padamu

sayangku.......
aku baru saja mengirimkan sejuta sayangku
ke kamu
lewat bintang di langit sana

sayangku......
aku sadari perasaan ini semakin kuat
ketika aku menyadari bahwa
aku sangat...teramat sangat ....
merindukanmu
ada dalam pelukku........

RAVAGING THE SOUL , MY BEAUTY SOUL

My dearest midnite man , the one and only
couldn't describe how I feel
it feel so damn ravaging inside my heart

that it's longing still
invective my brain...all over me

FROM THE MIDNITE MAN IN MY SOUL

All of those are counting and persisting
of my life , in my life
My love doesn't have many words
only try to think by logic
please do understand my passion
I'm sorry to love you so deep

And please forgive me that
I couldn't give you much more
That's me..the other person for you
in your life , my dear

I always thank to my GOD for giving me
this kind of love
which has flowing all over my vein ,
the sincere love..

vocabularies

don't jump on conclusion too fast
a tiny fraction of time
dream+willingness+nekatz
prelude
invalid by design
sikap=softskill = art and knowledge
passion
egos on check(humble)
doing the "right things" right
mind set
skill set
dream 'bout a big dream
work hard with passion for it
the most valuable
resource in our life
persistence determination
alone are omnipotent
common sense
endeavour
decissive
u need a different way of thinking
ravaging
smoky haze
pettiness prevails
esoteric
telos

ABOUT POETRY

Poetry is often composed in doubt; its making is not just about choices but about fear or anxiety, resistance, about what is not done as about what is done or made, how the turnings in one's research towards a poem could have been different. The doubleness of the poet, between forgetting and remembering, between possibilities and limits, is exemplified in the work of American poet George Oppen (1908-84). His poetry, especially his later poetry, is fragmentary, full of significant grammatical and syntactical leaps. It bears all the hallmarks, at the level of making, of radical cut and paste, a technique which apparently Oppen did literally employ, in the days before word processing software, in order to make poems. It is also a writing that continually re-approaches itself and the world, embodying both skepticism about representation and reality and a clarity in the face of otherness. It suggests ways of looking at writing not just at the level of technique or expertise, not just as representation, but as engagement within language, its puzzles and mysteries, as words articulated with the world, of time, history and things. It also suggests that writing poetry and writing a poetics are of a continuum, an ongoing practice, that learning to write is not course work but life work, in its choices and uncertainties, risks and margins, and, sometimes, silences.

Ever since Tom Wolfe wrote a thirteen-page essay entitled The Birth of the New Journalism, Eyewitness Report by Tom Wolfe in the Seventies, debate has raged over what this New Journalism or literary journalism or creative non-fiction is. Yet geographically, the debate has been confined to the United States and the UK. Australia has remained notably silent on the issue. This paper questions why the discourse seems to be anchored in the Northern Hemisphere. It further wonders whether, if Tom Wolfe had been born in Australia and published his essay in an Australian newspaper, would the signature diverse and ongoing discourse be Australian? One thing would be certain, no matter where the debate was born - the nomenclature would not be definitive. There is no consensus among media theorists about an appropriate name. This paper investigates the history of the evolution of the genre pre and post Tom Wolfe, adding an Australian perspective to the discussion. Creative non-fiction courses are in high demand within the Australian Academy. Coupled with the advent of instantaneous internet news, this paper suggests that perhaps Australian newspapers should recognise and then use this genre to reinvigorate its backgrounding news sections, investing journalists with more time and resources to write within the genre on running news stories of the day.

Positive Thoughts and Memories

One should always think positive no matter what. Positive thinking enriches our memory and our souls. Alas not everyone recognizes the difference between his or her pleasant thoughts which generate good memories and the pleasant experiences which also generate good memories.

I appreciate the people who recognize the values of the different cultures without denying their own origin and traditions. It is very clear that everyone has a common ground with someone from the same origin or the same culture but this should not exclude trying to find common ground with others .

One should not forget that in this world there are many strong people who do not feel they need the help of others but there are at least as many or even more people who do need the help of others. In my opinion everyone needs good thoughts and good memories as these are "oxygen" and life sustaining elements.

We are blessed with the words of wisdom

We all have gifts to share

Stories to tell

Let us all learn from each other

To exchange words of wisdom

To share the positive things that we learned from our past

Therefore, others will not fall into the traps laid on the paths below us

The ability to communicate is a wonderful gift

One does not have to communicate through their mouth

But through their actions

We are all touched in a positive way through the ability to communicate

Spiritually, verbally or through the actions of one’s ability to communicate

My Inferno

I left it on the edge of plastic vodka glasses
and blood smeared mirrors,
On the foreskins of Greek men,
And finally, on all your cliched perfume soaked letters.
Now it is in your mouth, your throat, your stomach.
You have swallowed my teens and all those fermented mistakes.

What potions have I drunk of Siren tears,
as hell within,
Applying fears to hopes, and hopes to fears,
Still losing when I saw myself to win!
What wretched errors hath my heart committed,
Whilst it hath thought itself so blessed never!

How have my weary eyes
out of their spheres been fitted,
In the distraction of this madding fever!
benefit of ill! now I find the true
That better is by evil still made better;
And a ruin love, when it is built a new,
Grows fairer than at first, stronger, far more greater.
So I return pertified to my content,
And gain by ill thrice more than I have spent.
my beloved soul....

MY MIDNITE MAN 3

The other two, slight air and purging fire,
Are both with you, wherever I abide;
The first my thought, the other my desire,
These present-absent with swift motion slide.
For when these quicker elements are gone
In tender embassy of my deepest love to you

My life, being made of four, with two alone
Sinks down to death, fulfill with melancholy
Until life's composition be recurred

By those sweet messengers returned from you,
Who even but now come back again, assured
Of the fair health, recounting it to me
This told, I joy
but then no longer glad,
I send them back again,
and straight grow sad

MY MIDNITE MAN 2

Let me confess that we two must be twain,
Although our undivided loves are one:
So shall those blots that do with me remain,
Without your blasting out insanity,
I might be born alone.

In our two loves there is but one respect,
Though in our lives a separable spite,
Which, though it alter not love's sole effect,
Yet doth it steal sweet hours from love's delight.

I may not evermore acknowledge you,
Last my bewailed guilt should do our shame,
Nor though with public kindness honour me,
Unless take that honoured from my name

But do not so; I love you in such sort
As you are being mine,
mine is your good sweet soulmate.