Adventurer

Vast blue sea
And wave banish boredom

Adventurers moving quietly
See themselves to leave again

He stroked all wounds
The moment just a flash

He moaned at the ocean
Seagulls screaming as freely

Like fishermen who brave through the storm
Like the oceans behave

Lonesome adventurer
Alone in the dark days

Adventurer fell sprawl
But his spirit is still raging his spirit like the sun

Samuraiy

Wacky epoch without fairness
Figure ads so dream

Common sense actually complained
Now my mind oversize

Hit by a brutal game
I heard the heartbeat awareness
My hand is tired of knocking on doors

I think life without a soul
People who are poor or rich

Its the same vicious against property
Like an animal

I call you my soul
In my darkness you are blindly

Be you my star
Be you my sword samuraiy

Buffalo

My big buffalo
My buffalo spooky
But he was not lazy
His life is simple

My big python
My python spooky
Changing out the nest to eat and bark meditated
His life is simple

My python wrapped around my buffalo
My Buffalo undisturbed
Because of my python and buffalo
Friend farmer

Although buffalo are not tigers
But he could be like a tiger
Keep a buffalo rather than a tiger
Buffalo farmer who loved working

My baby will never think
That tiger is evil
Pulling baby tiger whiskers
And beat the tiger's mouth
Tigers give my baby toys

The baby becomes a baby tiger
Baby tiger farmer's son
Baby wearing a necklace python
Baby breastfeeding buffalo

Shadow

I am a traveler of both time and space
To be where I have been

To sit with elders of the gentle race
This world has seldom seen

They talk of days for which 
They sit and wait and all will be revealed

Talk and song from tongues of lilting grace
Whose sounds caress my ear

But not a word I heard could I relate
The story was quite clear

All I see turns to brown
As the sun burns the ground

And my eyes fill with sand
As I scan this wasted land

Trying to find
Trying to find where I’ve been.

Desire is the source of suffering

We live to find happiness
World treasure fleet
Fuel manners
That's the advice of the prophets

Want to be happy is obtained pain
Because you want the source of pain

The main target is not
The main thing is the process
Treasures of the world so teaser
Make us poor soul

There is truth in the advice of holy men
Give it heart explain
Like the sun shining on the earth

Graceful soul lonely friend

Abiding to the temptation
Hurricane or typhoon
Courage

Faithful to the kindness of
Faithful to the promise
Valor

Night fog
Veil reveals the dawn
Sun came

One hurt feelings
Diatribe praise and insults

Does not change the hero
Being creatures dime

Restless

Restless world of prison life
Prison world

Restless red-hot desert
Forests make a fence of living anxiously
Restless skies spit storm

People fight each other
For what is not a question anymore

Greed has become a prophet
Power is a way out

Confess

I should not feel lonely
You and I are in different places

Thousand and one reasons
This debilitating

I'm here thinking about you
I cry without tears

Do not shine like a star
This faint hearts

I confess my love for you is

Jealous

Any person wishing a better life
From day to day from time to time
Each person did not want his life to suffer
Certainly do not want to insult want to be happy
In the rest of life in order to stay alive

Want to thank
But not as easily explained
Clumsily through life
That feels just the obligation only

Jealous of the ocean
That accommodates all
Jealous of the waves
Which is always moving

The Clouds

If the word is no longer meaningful
Better not say anything

If steps are no longer cutting edge
Step lunge just blind

Float flying
Floating in the clouds

Float flying
Above the ocean stretched

I kept running
Through the day

How can you stop?
We are not stepping

How could it come back?
Currently we do not know until where

Black Night

Goodbye black night
Take me away right-minded
Friendly indeed we are friends
Traveled a dark road

Thanks for the black night
Many of you teach me
All the sins of all injuries
All blamed everything

You've disappointed me
Because I do not believe you
You just listen quietly
My laughter is loud derision

Night I'm sorry
Forget that moment
Can not believe you
Within days there is always a possibility

Dull faces

Hiding behind the human face
The word changed the meaning of the sacred word
Law of the jungle has become a God
Who lost his life buried

Undead corpse
Discordant voice
Where the place?

They've lost not necessarily surrender
It do not give much more to be done
People lose Do not be insulted by the love we wake
Hear the voice invites us to share our grief

I was speechless I felt lost ever

Tired

I almost never my strong almost unable to pass through the dry dusty roads
Thirst wriggle my tired craze but is still very far distance
I thought I stepped floating bored you still do not budge

A drop of water that you give will mean to me
A smile at the rest of the day it means to me
Fate is for both of us together and keep each other
Never imagined when not walking with you

Silent Circle

In the circle of silence
No more time limits
Flame in silence
Wounded soul who touched the wall

One by one comes face
One by one disappear again
Limit the sky the limit live
We're drifting aimlessly

Wings of the wounded soul
Blood dripping wet twilight
To what exile?

Silent circle
Has grown a new tree
Above ground dry ever
Living water rain water
Flowing from the silent soul
The soul of silence

The dull little holiday

I sucked the delicious tobacco smoke in a rented house bench
The afternoon finished a day's work waiting for my wife dressed up
After my wife and kid finished dressing
I turn off tobacco
My window and door lock of course we want to go can not wait
City bus stopped with certainty

It was also seen with the rich in feeling happy
A very sweet little holiday so romantic even though
Once a year for my loyal wife and kid happy
The day was like the king

Embrace Our Lord, Do not you leave our time
Dispose of suffering today, give the loudest laughter to tears cure ago
Give us the most beautiful love
So that the wound was not painful so no dancing grief

Hood dawn

The wind coming from?
Crawling over the mountain valley
There are wounds in grief
Thrown into the crater

Rock-climbing cliffs silent
Entering the door of mystery
Scratch the stone
With simple words
With a simple prayer

True Love

I dont know where to start?
I dont know what to write?
Sorrow in my hand
Like it in my hand

Want to sing a love song
But my heart is frozen stiff tongue
I miss,I dont know
Love song where are you?

Finding what to look for
Waiting to see what awaited
I felt the time pursued

Where did you come from?
I do not hear your footsteps

Love song
I wake slowly

Between you and baby
I find true happiness

Hawk

Mighty bird in the sky
Emblem of an independent spirit
Defender of the poor
Sad soul unconscious

Graceful soul lonely friend
Brave souls confident
True....

Abiding to the temptation
Hurricane or typhoon
Courage....

Faithful to the kindness of
Faithful to the promise
Valor...

Climb....

Rising.....

Sprout......

Batavia Museum

The Jakarta History Museum which is also known as Fatahillah Museum or Batavia Museum, is located in the Old Town of Jakarta, Indonesia.
The building was built in 1710 as the city hall of Batavia.
Jakarta History Museum, opened in 1974, displays objects from the prehistoric times of the city, the founding of Jayakarta in 1527, and through Dutch colonization from the 16^th century onwards until Indonesia’s Independence in 1945.

Taking pictures in the old town with a Yashica Lynx 14E.
The Yashinon 45mm F/1.4 lens production year 1969. 

Dancing with Wolf

Reflection of coral reefs as well as photographing the reflection of an object on land. 
Differing only in time of coral reefs need to take a picture because the scorching sun for a nice color display with a very calm waves. 

And as usual I am not proficient in the editing process, my love of doing it.

Sidewalk Flowers

Taking pictures with a ZENIT122s. 
Lens: MC Tair-3S 300mm f/4.5 MC Helios-44M-6 58mm f/2 interchangeable lens. 

As usual I have not been clever to edit I leave it to my Love who has the magic hands of every thing it touches becomes beautiful with the her hand that was not good to be good and I believe it.

Yashica Lynx 14E

Taking pictures in the old town with a Yashica Lynx 14E.
The Yashinon 45mm F/1.4 lens production year 1969. 
I use B/W film devotees are now rare because it is not in accordance with degital era, it's a bit complicated because it is through a new process in a darkened room into a negative film, then scanned for the editing. 
I have not been clever to edit, I leave it to my Love who has the magic hands of every thing it touches becomes beautiful with the hand that was not good to be good and I believe it because I use B/W film that is not feasible to use. 

This is a best birthday present on 30july from her, I ever received was not shaped material or the like and this will be memorable in my life even up to heaven and that's what I call true happiness.