on the hand of god.. lay a human behave…
hide the loard comance..be one…in a miricle
in union…create a creture..
sefl to be hand..and future to save.
by megasatya

on the hand of god.. lay a human behave…
hide the loard comance..be one…in a miricle
in union…create a creture..
sefl to be hand..and future to save.
by megasatya
“like an anggle lost in haven….
but fear to hell..erased by rain fall..and gone like a wind
go grave and death with love…….”
by megasatya
Such a pretty small
I am ready to droop so deep
Giving all my world
It’s you
Just to be close to you
Such a pretty face
I am ready to hurt so wide
Giving all my life
Only you
Just to be in your side
Such a pretty eyes
I am ready to climb the mounting
Giving all my heart
Because of you
Just to be your man
Such s pretty ladies
I am ready to hell
Yeah it you,
Because of you
For you
I will be the fool lover
by megasatya
It’s a long road
Lay down in a hundreds mill
Push my eyes to wake
No blink
Sitting on my truck cabin
It’s long distance
Lay down a hundred challengers
Push my wheel to run
No stop
Steep on my gas pedal
Its long dream
Lay down a hundreds fantasy
Push my imagination at home
No break
Set me rush in cheerfully
It’s a long trip to home
Lay down a hundreds love
Push me goi’n home
No blink, no stop
Steep on my gas pedal
With love to country home
Yeaaahhh,
I am a truck driver
by megasatya
I read many romances story
but….
I can’t read woman heart
I wacth many drama movies
but…
I can’t understand woman fealing
I listen to many love songs
but…
I cant’ cloose to you
I made many loves poetry
but…
I can’t made my own love
yeah girl now Iam here
lonesome,losser. fooler
hold your unfirgin shadow
i thing I am in love now. my friend, my senior my enemy…should i wait for her.
by megasatya.
melarapan antuk tresna
lan jengahin manahe
jalan buktiang tresnane
tresna iraga
sikiyang manah sujati
melarapan antuk dharma
lan jengahin kayune
jalan buktiang dharmane
dharman iraga
sikiyang kayun sujati
melarapan antuk bela pertiwi
lan jengahin idepe
jalan buktiang yadnyane
yadnyan iraga
tresna sutindih bali
ngiring para yowana bali, sikiyang manah kayun sujati ngiring sareng2 wela bali saking wangsa asing sane ngakuin budaya iraga, budaya bali, budaya indonesia iraga.
olih megasatya (balinese old cowboy)
this is my culture
stand in a hundred island
don’t you ever dare toke it
no creative
find your own culture
this is my traditions
born in a hundred link
don’t you eve dare stole it
big plagiator
find your own tradition
this is my creation
livin in a hundred blod cell
don’t you ever dare belong it
big losser
fin your own creation
I realy disapointed to the plagiator, take somebody creation become his own, and for themore it done by a big country take other country culture as it own culture its realy not sportive, don’t do that show your class country don’t use a silly thing a yopur tran mark.
by megasatya (balinese old cowboy)
I followed all the derection
try many opportunity
step by step
but its wrong
they kick me down
I followed all the instruction
try to facing the conditions
time by time
but its bored
they push me out
I followed all the roles
try dug my all ability
try solve the office problems
one to other
but they shut me off
I bored, its the time Back to basic……
yest what can i say all thing that has ben done but it big chaos, iam bored its the time to move, the time to build, the time to fight, no body can be trust.
by megasatya balinese old cowboy
I stand in empty corner
Far away from the rush
Divide between fact and a dream
It’s all complicated
Between passion and desire
I count every second of time
Far away from the distance
Divide between happiness and sadness
So cordite
Between beauty and Principe
I pass a hundred romances
Far away from the truth
Divide between stories and diary
Here I am
Standing between love and lonesome
Be a lone is something bored and be a lover is to be come a lone, a lone is came from love and when we love some we feel lonesome, when we loses love we came lone, when we have love we will no more lonesome.
Never feel lonesome when you have love
Megasatya Balinese old cowboy.
look my island now
dust and concrete every corner
where is the green yard
its taken
no spaces
look my paradise now
people competing being rich
where is the purity
its sold
nothing lave
look my yard now
high building every where
where is the serenity
its sucked
nobody care
all gone,like an island with broken crown
contemplation.
I am very disappointed, with my island, people comes and free to doing anything they want, destroy all field yard sold it and build hotels and villas, the farmer didn’t want to work at field yard no more because unsupported facility, it rather to sold they yard to buy a car or having fun, the government seem not reacted to safe this land, but in other side now they make some rule which profiting all the insvestor to suck my island blood. please realized say you love this island, I am nothing, I cant do this by my self, please wake up folk.
Author: megasatya (Balinese old cowboy)
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