LIFE WITHOUT MEANING

by: *Icard Nurjantan

The life is something could be demand by the docile of life, passion, sex, and, -

 The life is gathering the deepest at sea–collapse each other’s on the black money

The life for everyone who’s feelin’ happy in the forbidding way of the hell and, -

The life is so hard if somebody had felt cruelly–authority of black demon in valley

All the time has been passed a way because we’re offscourin’

For everyone who will be livin’ in the beautiful way of the earth

Our way will be always going for nothing at all

Fuck’em of the silly, which is events in tenderly birth at all

We must save the benefit of life in our pocket

We can talk that the money is shit

The universe is a place for livin’ in blackest

Offer the blue song in the new funny hits

Sometimes I ask my self is the pessimist face–who am I?

Life without meaning which is always bring the 6^th and 7^th–is that am I?

At the “Koplik” I make this poem–reflection of the life

Ciputat October 11^th, 2002. 10.02 PM

Icard Nurjantan adalah bukan nama sebenarnya. Lahir di Jakarta, 19 Juni 1981. Pernah ngeleseh selama 3 tahun di Jogja, penikmat dan pengamat seni. Pernah Bergiat di teater Plonk STIBA Jakarta Internasional, dan tutor sastra pada Forum Lingkar Filsafat dan Sastra KOPLIK Ciputat, bergiat di berbagai LSM. Pernah menjabat menjadi Ketua Senat ABA YPKK-STBA Technocrat 2001-02 dan pernah pula menjabat sebagai pimpred Communicado Press (sebuah wadah penulis muda). Aktif menulis di berbagai surat kabar terkemuka di  Jakarta dan daerah. Pernah mengajar terbang di Universitas  Esa Unggul dan LP3I Karang Tengah. Saat ini menjadi honor sekolah di bilangan Jakarta Barat dan sedang menulis sebuah kumpulan cerpen (ujung-ujungnya besi)

 

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