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.
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.
To Lady Vanity
Why thy heart love, but thy lips lie,
From what the god had bestow;
When thy though seem to die,
From the creation of love below;
My bosom still revere thee,
Even though thou are lady vanity.