George Sicillia (1978-present / Ambon)
Biography of George Sicillia
George Sicillia Poems
When we talk each other As a subject and object Not as a brother and sister That is poverty
With Love to My Kids
Sometime you make me sad but more often you make me happy Sometime you make me cry but more often you make me laugh
There are white lilies blooming along my path In the end of one blue season
My Broken Wing
I dunno what brought us together I dunno what brought us apart
April Mop (Fool's April)
I wish all that happened to me today is April mop, but it isn't It's even not half day yet in this first of April, but so much trouble i face Spent few minutes to walk around and try to found something better But all seems foolish in this fool's-day.
He greets as beautiful as a morning dew deliriously and mysterious He is a brightest star in the night sky always there but never comes into my hand
A Frozen Heart
A tiny frozen heart Comes to beat again Since you were here
3rd of September
3rd of September I wanna go home Bring a bouquet of rose Put on your gravestone
On Menteng Park
Dark clouds hanging on the sky Still I plea for a brighter life Like lines of lilies Dressing in twilight white
Give me a heart to stand out in Faith
Give me a heart to stand out in Faith when twilight gloaming comes to darkest night
Ups.. It’s not about you! It’s all about me, honey! Coz I know my heart would be broken if I go there
Not a Fairy Angel, My Dear..
10 years old boy asked me: “Is fairy angel real?
I put my finger on ashcan From ash to ash
Early dawn that morn when women in silence came to the tomb And found the stone rolled away there
Ups.. It’s not about you! It’s all about me, honey!
Coz I know my heart would be broken if I go there
Coz I can not stand on that side like I want
Melting the rock of me!