July 2nd

Every man is a fault of unable to be himself
And their ignorance is soft,
They can’t break it,
Every word is money
Meaningless but essential
Every act is a copy and without want
Habits of unknown
Every fight is for yourself
And with yourself
Every lie is your owns
Every tear is a fault of wisdom
Fruit of existing
Every loser is wiser
Than before
And there is no winner
Every woman is like an Hollywood actress
But they acting is reality
Every woman is the tester of men
And some men learns a little
And some don’t
It is better to not to learn
Once you understand the teachings
Darkness has more little but
More brighter light
But the days are better than the night,
And this poem finds it hard to end
It is dark
Late
And cold outside
It’s the July the 2nd

Are you?

Naked girl on her bed

She was lying down on the bed,
her eyes was open
looking directly into emptiness,
it felt like she was seeing things,
maybe she was seeing her mind,
in to the emptiness,
naked,
her arms was open,
pointing south and the west,
and her leg was on top of her other leg,
the bed was looking old,
just like her feelings,
she was looking good in the bed,
like a painting,
and the darkness was right on top her head,
where light didnt reach,
i looked at her,
and just like her,
i felt empty,
there was nothing between me and her
just thoughts,
just a love which we never shared,
we never knew each other.

© 2013 Ardic Agus

Lying is no different than the truth

people will smile 

to your face, 

like a reality 

like the truth

just to make you confuse, 

and they will succeed,

because their lie

is true

for their realty

they believe in their lie

like no other,

like nothing else,

like a tv show,

like a series

like a poem,

like our history,

like a heart attack

that will not kill you

but effect you,

forever,

this is humanity,

full of lies,

and fun,

the truth doesn’t exists

without a lie,

otherwise

there wouldn’t be a truth,

like me,

and yourself,

or our reality,

or what we say to each other 

a melody.

sound for your ears.

tastes like a food, 

that goes to our gut,

either you like it 

or not, 

without any control,

or what so ever,

like a love,

striking 

powerfully

holding your throat,

tightly,

not letting you breath,

or giving you a chance,

this is sex,

which is life,

it self,

there is no truth

than a lie it

self. 

 

 

© 2013 Ardic Agus