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
Intarsia Miasma's URL
Instalasi Sastra Poems
Love Defiled [Answer to a beautiful poem...
What love is, but an error, Contagious in two egotistic mind, Rising a malicious terror For a veiling intention that unkind?
For Love and Dignity
Not wrong, To have no dignity; As long, Have thee in affection and amity;
Beauty is a heavenic boon, Stretch in tin line between vice and virtue; Beauty unlasting and will end soon, Fade in time and lost its final hue.
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.
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.
To a Gaze Companion
Marvelous, when I meet thee, No overcast darkened my way; My gaze companion thou I see, Lead me through my darkest day.
To Lady Vanity
Lady vanity! Why thy heart love, but thy lips lie, From what the god had bestow; When thy though seem to die,
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.
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.
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.
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.