Biography of Instalasi Sastra
Name: Intarsia Miasma aka Rob Francis Stain
Some Foretaste of Heaven:
Hail to thee my dying contemporaries. I truly beseeched for thy forgiveness regarding my audacity and recklessness. Thou probably have seen my paltry notes or the, shall we say, the satirical panegyrics where I spelt my hex to those multi-faceted zombies. I simply miss the luster, the warmth, and the blissfulness of light. These melancholic burlesques seem beautiful to them but not to me. I have no passion about it anymore. This delusion drives me frantic every time I wrote those lurid notes. I feel vulnerable and frail but there is a little bit of virtue in all of us and I will not succumb to those malicious vices. Dreams await, purify me my weeping angel and lead me to thine eden where sobriety prevails.
-Carrion Love Notes & The Rotten Orchids Society-
Print on winter at the end of 2005
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Instalasi Sastra Poems
Sense Of Guilty
Strange, I saw thee standing in the pouring rain, So quiet as the rain mingle with thy tears; Untouch by breezing cold that veil in pain, No expression yet eloquent, indeed without fears.
Is There Any Different?
Friend or foe, it makes no different now, When mortality embraced us; Our fallen souls like snow, An eternity graced in dust.
To Rotted The Unholy Orchids [carrion Lo...
Hear me! My first name is rotten, My second name is orchids; Can thou see my face moistened, Of lusterless crimson gore lurid.
An Apologetic Bloom
To my dear sweetest contemporaries, My guilt to thee beyond words; When thou see my whim varies, A sweetest boon given by our lord.
To Twine An Apologetic Blossom
When a boy meets a girl? When the boy whim is over reacting? When the girl probably feels nothing? When the boy do something he thought is good?
To A Lady Prejudice
A lady named prejudice, What an unsincere fault; The biggest dose in family vices, Lurk in a hideous and haunted vault.
The Essence Of C.L.N & The R.O.F
Dark and gloomy, Weird and scary; I’m probably a little bit crazy, Cause I’m not an angel or a fairy.
To A Lady Not Mine
Lady! In thee I saw perfection, Affection in a beauty of nature; Indeed, so mesmerize to be my adoration, Introduce me to thy painting love azure.
Mysterious lady! Suddenly thou arise, And sprung thy heart to me; Thy mystical words frown, truth-untruth, wise-unwise, Still a mystery until thou and I can see.
Should I Atone [confession Orchids]
Praise to Thee yaa Rabb! Thy amorous page for me never end, But I always neglected Thy mercies; Where Thou lead me through this life that bend, And protect me from Thy straying enemies.
Fe[male] [*may,27th 06*]
O lesbia, how cruel to be abandoned, from love and love of modest male. These bliss of your seems redundant, Would you share with me, all your tale's.
Another year have past, Reminds us how old we are today; When our juvenile lost in a flash, Surely in vain we played our own ways.
A Prelude Of Love
Bewildering moments in grace, Every time I see thy face. In such an odd sense, I felt? The seven days of bliss,
Reply To A Very Elegant Poem From A Lad...
If I am the thorn, you are my rose, That embraced me with your fragrant. If I am the ray, you are my sun, That gave me strength to heat the land.
For Those Who Died
For those who died, I mourned and spilled a thousand tears,
Where all remembrance cast and sadness roar;
For heaven and hell, sacred option we surely fears,
Send our pangs and woes in final soar.
For those who died, I smiled and let thou free,
The best for me the God have given;
In God I trust the good response for thee,
My prayer to taste His beauteous heaven.