A little story from the swinging street side.

with a help from the self. from the mind and from the life.

salt or sugar

coffee or milk

bread or egg

spoon or fork

highway or downtown

car or motorcycle

walking or waiting

the sun rising

the morning calling

hi! another new day

(Morning Meets Crescent)

Those Egyptian’s scene believe they can spread the truth in the future,

when they didn’t exist anymore.

From Greek to the land of Java is applied one similar believe.

But who are we today?

Technology isn’t wrong, people are.

The nature trying hard to stay the same, but we don’t.

The heart can be pure, but we choose to let them crash.

Distractions exist, diseases also exist. Identity are flu-

id because the fundamental character had a room for the oth-

ers. But why you have to change, and being the same to one another?

Hell with replication

Hell with duplication

Hell with the crowd, full of plastic heart.

In this city of laugh, love, tears and pain.. Can you stay, to be who you really are?

City of Crowd

(KLM Line)see a lover’s smiling

reminds me of something.

please..

take me anywhere, with the last train tonight.

i loved the empty chair

i loved the space

and seeing the grey wind dancing in between

good evening.

please, have a seat sir..

would you like me to pour the wine?

is there anything else that i can help?

here’s the bill madame.

thank you so much,

have a pleasant time.........

and Helene soon forget the way they looks.

and Helene didn’t have a pleasant time

and Helene can’t found her way back home.

and Helene get lost. in a bohemian dinner place.

without Madame Dolora or Sir Franklin

(Café la Boheme)

a little time with a boy named Julian

he looks pale and heavy

he didn’t have a gorgeous smile

then he is walking with a silence in his feet

without saying anything

or a little goodnight words

Who is he? Julian!And We Don’t KnowAbout The Rest

(Under Their Feets)Daisy looks tired

she can’t pretend

9 to 5 turn her life into a rotating mechanical machine

Jamie looks unhappy

he can’t hide

9 to 5 turn his life into a song that people won’t sing

they quit

they jump

they flying high away

from the big crowd city

they go to the unnamed island.

and lost

and not tired

and living as a human should do

without society. without drama.

without plain smile that we hated

they put their hands in the air

just to find an helping hands

they shout out loud in the hills

just to find an open ears

they running away with their feets

just to hold an open arms

they crying so deep

just to see the other’s empathy.

people.

yes, that’s what people do.

secretly do

(Push or Pull)

Jimi Hendrix strumming his precious guitar

Kurt Cobain shot his precious head with a gun

Janis Joplin singing out loud with her precious voice

John Lennon died with his precious eyeglasses in his straight face

mommy drawing with her blood

drawing her life. On the biggest wall called the world.

we might know that, as a history.

(1958)

Life. Oh..

Something that full of

dull

after all that attributes

which fulfilled this

human’s life

Way of modern life, all

digitalized

pixelate pictures

Money. Brand. Symbol. Sign

take away all this pure imagination

Arts no longer describe something

beyond human’s life

Arts, do you still give us the signal?

Plain

Plain

Plain!!

Fake faces

foolish heart

and cheat. and false sentences

and broken spaces

and everything

I really have to take a seat

away from all the labels

naked

and see with my open eyes

The Body. The Mind. The Heart

away from everything, except my own self

P h a n t a s m

ElementsMaybe, everything can be as simple as

a pure water that falls from our deep emotion

a very nice wind that surrounded our journey

a warm sun that give us the energy to laugh and to hug

a calm stones that give us a protection

a beautiful moon that give us a dream

a wise stars that give us the light

let me down

let down

back at zero

deep down

to see my mother of earth

to reach the centre of the the universe

I need emptiness.

I just tired with of all the mechanism

everything me will go away.. anyway

except my believe

my thoughts

physical things are goona disappeared

my body will be broken

my life is about to an end

Yes, we were part of the society

Yes, sometimes we’re just tired of

every single things in this life!

Yes, all we know is what we don’t

know

Yes, we believe in the paradox

the negative and positive electron

that balancing this life

But, at the very beginning and

the very end.

What is us, anyway?

what is human?

what is life?

A sad and skinny girl..

I don’t know her name

she’s flicking a cigarette

maybe she just don’t know what to do

or she can found her pleasure

by smoking the cigar

or found her God by

that smoking ritual

I don’t know

We don’t know

why do people keep controlling

other’s life

why should I write this phrase?

Yes you too.

You know nothing!

Cigarettes Controls

Coffee & TVme and you

living in one small flat

you can see us at the third floor

room number 18

of this pale rustic building

please take your step in the pedestrian street

you can bring your bicycle

or brown hand bags

we don’t have much things inside

but we really happy if you come

we promise to give you

a cup of peach tea

and smooth blanket

Real FatalAnd I dreamed. I kissed.

hideaways from this city’s traffic

runaways from the trick of society

see closer to my little world

where you can really lost

and you might never want to coming back again

let’s burn another cigarettes

I will sing you a song

hope you wany to hear, till the end

come come come a lil bit closer

and kiss my eyes

where the air are too clean

I see you inside my little world

and

cheers with this shiny beers in our hands

and

we kissed

and

we probably never wants to go

outside again

to face the reality

to face the fatality

Follow the Skyyour song is pushing my mind into the deepest gravity

then my fingers can’t stop tickling

and I’m singing

such a lullaby

why are the sweetest smile can’t be around?

I won’t follow the sky

too high - too white

too blur - too lost

can i just follow the melody

tra la la..

without anyone

I won’t hear any words

can’t stand another distractions

I heard that sound, which always

whining

complaining

greatest commentator, after all!

why the others are always wrong?

if the very basic of your problems is the others..

so where were you?

who are you?

I don’t know much

but some story. some experience. some events

deliver an implicit message

which said

life is seeing the others

interact

we are all is the others

oh otherness..

put the differences between us,

into a beautiful melody of the rainbow

Athens. daughter of Zeus

central place on Greece

will never be that arrogant anymore.

Athens

Triple-DeckerWe both believe in a dreamland

where you can dance as fast as you want

we both turns the world into that little toy’s life

where everything seems so colorful

and has one smile, everywhere

we both love how the sea bouncing our mind

where irrational becomes the way of thought

i will clean up all of your tears

we are all just need one simple smile

where the heart and the mind has met in this face

when human being find their way back to be part of this universal mecha-

nism

don’t cry

don’t be sad

you can seat in our passanger seats

we will be there too

next to you

let the wind. let the wilderness

become our major

our savior and our leader

(Peacefully Peach)theres’s a peach.

not in the garden.

not in the freezer.

not in the kitchen.

not in the juice.

not in his mouth.

the peach stays in the night

beyond fantasy

near the paradise

bringing the peace

She’s alive. and away. got nowhere to go. got a problem to solve.

got a lover’s to be loved.

confused and scared.

brave and tall. she got her life in her hands. and about to threw it away!

The Beatles says “Let it Be”

Oasis says “ Go! let it out”Rolling Stones says “Let it bleed”

Weezer says “Let it all hang out”The album leaf says “Broken Arrow”

Belle and Sebastian says “Stay Loose”

Radiohead says “Go Slowly”

(Songs F

rom The Exhibition)

As a kid who grown with beautiful world that

spinning so fast. Now everything seems hard.

Now I’ve learned!

Every single day, I’ve learned!

Every breath, Every step.. I go down and go up,

and down and up, without shields.

Eyes.. to see and to believe and to imaging every

lights, every space and every shape.

Ears.. To hear and to believe and to knowing every

sounds, every pressure and every distortion.

And to put our head close. Cover it all. And let the

heart speaks out loud.

Don’t send the caveat, don’t be angry. Let the

emotion found this rhythm.. And peace above all.

The Caveat

12”22 Am, in a triping

seashore

I wish the universe

protects you’re soul

and dancing with

you’re spirits..

don’t stop. don’t

hide your eyes

The artist still debate

with reality

the musicians still create the harmony

the writers still compare the

ceremony

the people. the situations

the time & being

still in this universe,

to see you live & laugh

and goodnight

Visual : Zulfikar Arief

www.zulfikararief.com

Text: Astrid Septriana

www.astridseptriana.wordpress.com