saat semua itu harus berakhir…

saat semua itu menjadi sia-sia…

jangan pernah kau sesali…

menangislah… lalu tertawa…

angkat wajahmu…

tatap masa depan…

dalam waktu akan ada kesempatan baru…

berjalanlah dengan hatimu…

satu kali …

satu kesempatan…

semua tak kan berulang…

Cuma satu kali…

…

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“Until that moment, I’d never felt like I’d failed at anything… And I felt like I failed her… And I failed myself, and I failed my children… It’s still really hard to deal with.”

“I want to thank you for helping me to see my own selfishness and to tell you how regretful I am it has hurt you.”

“I’m here to confess with you that what I did, was wrong… And I’m asking for your forgiveness…”

“So, I wanted to apologize to anyone that I’ve upset or offended… they’re just words, it’s just an opinion, but unfortunately, I tend to express it as a fact, and that’s kind of arrogant. Isn’t it?”

“I think it’s the betrayal… it still haunts me.”

“I’m sorry for what I did back then… I was a different person. I really was and I’m so sorry. I wish it wouldn’t have happened, but it did, and I’m sorry. Forgive me. I’m sorry…”

“I guess I’m simply sorry for being me and not you. I so often wish you could be here with me to show me the way…”

“The truth is the truth and the only thing you can do is to live with it.”

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Ga ngerti maunya apa… ga jelas… pagi bicara seperlunya (basa-basi bangunin kerja) siang super sibuk… entah dia ingat untuk salat atau tidak, yang pasti aku selalu, mengingatkannya.

Ketika sore komunikasi baru terbuka, itupun sekedarnya (hanya membahas janjian ketemu untuk pulang bareng)… di perjalanan pulang dia masih disibukkan dengan telephone dari kantornya… hingga sesampainya di rumah dia juga masih sibuk membahas projek yang dikerjakan bersama kakanya…

Aku hanya terdiam dan tak banyak bicara… karena setiap ucapanku selalu membuat dia emosi… “kosa kataku GA ENAK katanya”

Lalu aku tegaskan kepada dia… “aku melihat semangat yang sangat besar dengan aktivitas pekerjaan kamu… aku tidak akan menghalangi kesempatan kamu untuk meraih sukses… tolong jangan salah artikan aku… aku mendukungmu sepenuhnya… aku percaya dan yakin kamu sanggup wujudkan impian dan cita-cita kamu… aku akan tetap ada di sini untuk kamu…”

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“sory sir…” said the girl from the buss…

“yes, can i help you?”

“pardon me if i’ m wrong, but is that a shit in your chin?”

“what? where? my chin?”

“yes in your chin sir…”

“where i’ m not seeing any shit in my chin…”

“there at your left chin… uuhhh how can you stand with shit in your chin like that sir…”

“stop your crap… there’s no shit in my chin!”

“up’s sorry sir but… it’s all up to you sir, i’ m just telling what i see in your chin…”

“Hah!!! whatever kid’s… i don’t care…!!!”

The old man was thinking… what shit on my chin?

then he ask the kid “now tell me kid’s what kind of shit in my chin”

and the kids said “it’s a fly’s shit sir, and it looks ugly in you…”

“o yeah??? so What your problem!!! Kid’s!!!”

“nothing problem sir… bye…”

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VOICES

- John Petrucci -

‘Love, just don’t stare’
He used to say to me
every Sunday morning
The spider in the window
The angel in the pool
The old man takes the poison
Now the widow makes the rules

‘So speak, I’m right here’
She used to say to me
not a word, not a word
Judas on the ceiling
the Devil in my bed
I guess Easter’s never coming
So I’ll just wait inside my head

Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares

Voices repeating me
‘Feeling threatened?
We reflect your hopes and fears.’
Voices discussing me
‘Others steal your thoughts
they’re not confined
within your mind.’

Thought disorder
Dream control
Now they read my mind on the radio
But where was the Garden of Eden?

I feel elated
I feel depressed
Sex is death, Death is sex
Says it right here on my Crucifix

Like a scream but sort of silent
living off my nightmares

Voices protecting me
‘Good behavior
brings the Savior
to his knees.’
Voices rejecting me
‘Others steal your thoughts
they’re not confined
to your own mind.’

“I don’t wanna be here, ’cause of my
suffering, ’cause of my illness.
Only love is worth having, only
love is what matters, loving every
people on equal terms. ”
“You’ve got to know who you’re
dealin’ with because, like a stranger,
a-heh, just might come in through
here with a gun… and then, what
would you do? (Heh.)”
“Everything is immaterial…”
“‘n’ you know that reality is immaterial.”
“This is not reality…”

I’m kneeling on the floor
staring at the wall
like the spider in the window
I wish that I could speak
Is there fantasy in refuge?
God in politicians?
Should I turn on my religion?
These demons in my head tell me to

I’m lying here in bed
Swear my skin is inside out
Just another Sunday morning

Seen my diary on the newsstand
Seems we’ve lost the truth to quicksand
It’s a shame no one is praying
‘Cause these voices in my head
keep saying…

‘Love, just don’t stare.’
‘Reveal the Word when you’re
supposed to’
Withdrawn and introverted
Infectiously perverted
‘Being laughed at and confused
keeps us pleasantly amused
enough to stay.’

Maybe I’m just Cassandra fleeting
Twentieth century Icon bleeding
Willing to risk Salvation
to escape from isolation

I’m witness to redemption
heard you speak but never listened
Can you rid me of my secrets?
Deliver us from Darkness?

Voices repeating me
‘Feeling threatened?
We reflect your hopes and fears.’
Voices discussing me
Don’t expect your own Messiah
This netherworld which you desire
is only in your mind.

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