Written on 5:21 AM by Unknown
YOU SEE YOUR FACE..
Contrast
Written on 8:17 PM by Unknown
Could there be saints without a sinner, masters without beginners
Losers without a winner, could we love if not for hate?
Is it differences so vast beside the beauty of contrast,
That have helped us to outlast, our predecessors’ fate?
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate
Losers without a winner, could we love if not for hate?
Is it differences so vast beside the beauty of contrast,
That have helped us to outlast, our predecessors’ fate?
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate
Charity is nothing without need, would not be needed without greed,
There would be no need to plead if a request was given weight —
For a thing to have a low there needs a high above to show,
That there is room for it to grow so that it too can be great,
There could be no peace or calm in life if things were good, innate,
With no ugly to compare to, what could we deem ornate?
There would be no need to plead if a request was given weight —
For a thing to have a low there needs a high above to show,
That there is room for it to grow so that it too can be great,
There could be no peace or calm in life if things were good, innate,
With no ugly to compare to, what could we deem ornate?
We would all follow like cattle with no constant contrast battle,
For our worlds they need a rattle and a prod to motivate —
It may be pleasant seeming and you may have stopped for dreaming,
Thinking of a world not teeming with the dark things that you hate.
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
For our worlds they need a rattle and a prod to motivate —
It may be pleasant seeming and you may have stopped for dreaming,
Thinking of a world not teeming with the dark things that you hate.
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
Lima Syarat Melakukan Maksiat
Written on 7:50 PM by Unknown
Suatu hari ada seorang lelaki yang menemui Ibrahim bin Adham. Dia berkata, "Wahai Aba Ishak! Selama ini aku gemar bermaksiat. Tolong berikan aku nasihat." Setelah mendengar perkataan tersebut Ibrahim berkata, "Jika kamu mau menerima lima syarat dan mampu melaksanakannya, maka boleh saja kamu melakukan maksiat." Lelaki itu dengan penasaran bertanya. "Apa saja syarat-syarat itu, wahai Aba Ishak?" Ibrahim bin Adham berkata,
Syarat pertama: "Jika kamu bermaksiat kepada Allah, jangan memakan rezeki-Nya"
Mendengar itu dia mengernyitkan kening seraya berkata, "Lalu aku mau makan dari mana? Bukankah semua yang ada di bumi ini rezeki Allah?" Ya, tegas Ibrahim bin Adham. "Kalau kamu sudah memahaminya, masih pantaskan memakan rezeki-Nya, sementara kamu selalu berkeinginan melanggar larangan-Nya?"
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Free Gadget
Written on 5:59 AM by Unknown
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A Happy Ending
Written on 5:48 AM by Unknown
An old man plays his final role
his body aged, bent and grey
Daylight ends as night descends
it fades to black then fades away
His legacy was a life well lived
friend and lover, he knew no fear
The steady beep grows ever fainter
his heart weary, the end is near
Clutching a photo, worn and faded
through it all their love was strong
The angels took her home last winter
he whispers “honey it won’t be long”
His children gathered, hugs for all
tearful eyes betray their sorrow
He says I love you, don’t cry for me
I’ll be with your mother tomorrow
Words Are Sound, Words Are Loud, Words Are Avery, No. 3
Written on 11:55 PM by Unknown
I sometimes get lost and instead of using my map for directions, I use it to write stories. I know that this doesn’t help me get home, but it makes me feel a little better; it erases some of the paranoia and the fear that is within myself.
I will just pull my car over to the side of the road, pull out a pen and a map, and begin. I really get after it, too. The words travel up and down the roads, across rivers, and through the woods. Over mountains they fly and across oceans they glide; ancient cities are built and modern cities rebuilt. I put the pen down, smoke a cigarette, and get back on the road.
I will usually find my way home now, having answered whatever was pestering me subconsciously through my writing. My parents ask “where have you been?” and I respond “I took a trip” and they understand without asking anything else.
I have a collection of maps in my underwear drawer and sometimes I burn them just to make the stories feel more important than they are.
The Lecture
Written on 9:17 AM by Unknown
it was my lecture's photo when my college in ponorogo area.
most of student fear with him, cause he was stern and disciplined....
Written on 10:16 AM by Unknown
An amazing drawing done with a line and a pen without stopping till finished!
Shamelessly Sublime Saturday Poem
Written on 10:09 AM by Unknown
There is nothing to write about today but blue expanse
and the orange marigolds at my feet
and the new grass. What else could there be? What
can one do when the transcendent happens?
You just have to surrender. That’s what Baudelaire,
Prévert and O’Hara, too, understood
in their cosmopolitan way. I know
this is not what you want to hear,
but there’s no use denying the world.
and the orange marigolds at my feet
and the new grass. What else could there be? What
can one do when the transcendent happens?
You just have to surrender. That’s what Baudelaire,
Prévert and O’Hara, too, understood
in their cosmopolitan way. I know
this is not what you want to hear,
but there’s no use denying the world.
And we may not end up happy, but for now
just try to see the four shades of maroon
in the Japanese maple, the ninebark,
my old Corolla and the brick stoop. Even
the clutter of hoses, brooms, umbrellas and disheveled matches
make their own duende.
just try to see the four shades of maroon
in the Japanese maple, the ninebark,
my old Corolla and the brick stoop. Even
the clutter of hoses, brooms, umbrellas and disheveled matches
make their own duende.
The sun and the earth, full of light,
rake out the sins of summer
and let the raisin air
penetrate driveways
and the hides of dogs and houses.
And miraculous glass, letting gold pour through windows
into your bed.
rake out the sins of summer
and let the raisin air
penetrate driveways
and the hides of dogs and houses.
And miraculous glass, letting gold pour through windows
into your bed.
All the poets are right.
PERFECTION
Written on 10:07 AM by Unknown
Perhaps it’s the way your
Eyes exude a radiant warmth and
Reflects an inner beauty so pure it
Fails to see the imperfections
Ever present in this life.
Could it be that you are
Truly heaven sent? Of one thing
I am sure.
On this earth there is
No other quite like you.
Idul Adha Celebration
Written on 8:49 AM by Unknown
Allahu akbar..allahu akbar...allahu akbar
its so great moment for all of muslim entire the world, cause tomorrow we will face with big day, its idul adha. and its my first celebration in my home, cause last years before, i'll face it in my school...xD
i never ignore the history of this accident, cause it teaches us much things about sacrifice, obidience etc.
Could there be saints without a sinner, masters without beginners
Losers without a winner, could we love if not for hate?
Is it differences so vast beside the beauty of contrast,
That have helped us to outlast, our predecessors’ fate?
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate
Losers without a winner, could we love if not for hate?
Is it differences so vast beside the beauty of contrast,
That have helped us to outlast, our predecessors’ fate?
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate
Charity is nothing without need, would not be needed without greed,
There would be no need to plead if a request was given weight —
For a thing to have a low there needs a high above to show,
That there is room for it to grow so that it too can be great,
There could be no peace or calm in life if things were good, innate,
With no ugly to compare to, what could we deem ornate?
There would be no need to plead if a request was given weight —
For a thing to have a low there needs a high above to show,
That there is room for it to grow so that it too can be great,
There could be no peace or calm in life if things were good, innate,
With no ugly to compare to, what could we deem ornate?
We would all follow like cattle with no constant contrast battle,
For our worlds they need a rattle and a prod to motivate —
It may be pleasant seeming and you may have stopped for dreaming,
Thinking of a world not teeming with the dark things that you hate.
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
For our worlds they need a rattle and a prod to motivate —
It may be pleasant seeming and you may have stopped for dreaming,
Thinking of a world not teeming with the dark things that you hate.
Evil turns upon itself with no goodness to negate
Good would just grow stale with no evil to abate
Suatu hari ada seorang lelaki yang menemui Ibrahim bin Adham. Dia berkata, "Wahai Aba Ishak! Selama ini aku gemar bermaksiat. Tolong berikan aku nasihat." Setelah mendengar perkataan tersebut Ibrahim berkata, "Jika kamu mau menerima lima syarat dan mampu melaksanakannya, maka boleh saja kamu melakukan maksiat." Lelaki itu dengan penasaran bertanya. "Apa saja syarat-syarat itu, wahai Aba Ishak?" Ibrahim bin Adham berkata,
Syarat pertama: "Jika kamu bermaksiat kepada Allah, jangan memakan rezeki-Nya"
Mendengar itu dia mengernyitkan kening seraya berkata, "Lalu aku mau makan dari mana? Bukankah semua yang ada di bumi ini rezeki Allah?" Ya, tegas Ibrahim bin Adham. "Kalau kamu sudah memahaminya, masih pantaskan memakan rezeki-Nya, sementara kamu selalu berkeinginan melanggar larangan-Nya?"
..........................................
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widgetsforfree.blogspot.com
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An old man plays his final role
his body aged, bent and grey
Daylight ends as night descends
it fades to black then fades away
His legacy was a life well lived
friend and lover, he knew no fear
The steady beep grows ever fainter
his heart weary, the end is near
Clutching a photo, worn and faded
through it all their love was strong
The angels took her home last winter
he whispers “honey it won’t be long”
His children gathered, hugs for all
tearful eyes betray their sorrow
He says I love you, don’t cry for me
I’ll be with your mother tomorrow
his body aged, bent and grey
Daylight ends as night descends
it fades to black then fades away
His legacy was a life well lived
friend and lover, he knew no fear
The steady beep grows ever fainter
his heart weary, the end is near
Clutching a photo, worn and faded
through it all their love was strong
The angels took her home last winter
he whispers “honey it won’t be long”
His children gathered, hugs for all
tearful eyes betray their sorrow
He says I love you, don’t cry for me
I’ll be with your mother tomorrow
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I sometimes get lost and instead of using my map for directions, I use it to write stories. I know that this doesn’t help me get home, but it makes me feel a little better; it erases some of the paranoia and the fear that is within myself.
I will just pull my car over to the side of the road, pull out a pen and a map, and begin. I really get after it, too. The words travel up and down the roads, across rivers, and through the woods. Over mountains they fly and across oceans they glide; ancient cities are built and modern cities rebuilt. I put the pen down, smoke a cigarette, and get back on the road.
I will usually find my way home now, having answered whatever was pestering me subconsciously through my writing. My parents ask “where have you been?” and I respond “I took a trip” and they understand without asking anything else.
I have a collection of maps in my underwear drawer and sometimes I burn them just to make the stories feel more important than they are.
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it was my lecture's photo when my college in ponorogo area.
most of student fear with him, cause he was stern and disciplined....
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An amazing drawing done with a line and a pen without stopping till finished!
There is nothing to write about today but blue expanse
and the orange marigolds at my feet
and the new grass. What else could there be? What
can one do when the transcendent happens?
You just have to surrender. That’s what Baudelaire,
Prévert and O’Hara, too, understood
in their cosmopolitan way. I know
this is not what you want to hear,
but there’s no use denying the world.
and the orange marigolds at my feet
and the new grass. What else could there be? What
can one do when the transcendent happens?
You just have to surrender. That’s what Baudelaire,
Prévert and O’Hara, too, understood
in their cosmopolitan way. I know
this is not what you want to hear,
but there’s no use denying the world.
And we may not end up happy, but for now
just try to see the four shades of maroon
in the Japanese maple, the ninebark,
my old Corolla and the brick stoop. Even
the clutter of hoses, brooms, umbrellas and disheveled matches
make their own duende.
just try to see the four shades of maroon
in the Japanese maple, the ninebark,
my old Corolla and the brick stoop. Even
the clutter of hoses, brooms, umbrellas and disheveled matches
make their own duende.
The sun and the earth, full of light,
rake out the sins of summer
and let the raisin air
penetrate driveways
and the hides of dogs and houses.
And miraculous glass, letting gold pour through windows
into your bed.
rake out the sins of summer
and let the raisin air
penetrate driveways
and the hides of dogs and houses.
And miraculous glass, letting gold pour through windows
into your bed.
All the poets are right.
Perhaps it’s the way your
Eyes exude a radiant warmth and
Reflects an inner beauty so pure it
Fails to see the imperfections
Ever present in this life.
Could it be that you are
Truly heaven sent? Of one thing
I am sure.
On this earth there is
No other quite like you.
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Allahu akbar..allahu akbar...allahu akbar
its so great moment for all of muslim entire the world, cause tomorrow we will face with big day, its idul adha. and its my first celebration in my home, cause last years before, i'll face it in my school...xD
i never ignore the history of this accident, cause it teaches us much things about sacrifice, obidience etc.
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