Pantai Pasut Wedding Ceremony

 

When the time comes, each one of us would be put together by the owner the life, and make us His best creation of all other He had made. 

This moment took place at one of the best places in the Island of gods and goddess, Bali. The beach is located in Tabanan. It is called Pantai Pasut. 

You will be fascinated by the black sand and beautiful sunset at around 6:00-6:30 P.M that will blow all your tiresome away. 

To reach it, you should drive about 1h 21m from Ngurah Ray International Airport. Some small shops at the entrance will let you have some water snacks or noddles if you feel hungry (of course at some costs😆), the water bottle ranges from IDR 5.000-10.000 (50 cents-1USD). 

Family is everything! no matter how they will always be with you. Friends may leave you but not your family! you may have encountered problems with them. They, still however always be there for you.

Many have claimed that family is the first to be blamed for every single bad thing happened (it is only a claim I heard), and that family has made their lives to be more difficult and harsh. I say NO. I have a very simple family. I love my parents though I have hurt them a lot I know. They are the best ever I had. They love me still. Three times call a day with laughter and greet make me strong and get me steadfast on my faith in God.

I pray to God that they are always be protected and secured by the love of God. I love my dear father and mother who are getting older. Their love is like blooming flowers in the spring time and flows always like a running brook and satisfies my thirsty throat of loving water. They never complain though I have made their lives hard. They never deny me though I have not made anything worth for them. I miss them always in spite they are not always beside me. Their loving care and love have brought me up to a never ending love of them. I just need them. I just want them. They are so precious worthy. I miss you my dearest mom and dad! God is always with you both day in, day out!

I love my family, I love my dear brothers and sisters. I always want to listen to every word they say. I do not want to miss any single word. I miss them! I want to be there always for them. I want to love them, keep my promise to my dear parents that I will always be there for them. I know I have not been able to give any precious thing to them.

I do not have much to share, but this time I would like to give an idea that might be helpful. If you feel it is useless in the end, just ignore it and just leave it:

Terrorism has now made up a horrible situation and the victims are always the civilians who are definitely innocent. Everyone is now living under the pressure of terrorists all over the world. Whom to blame? education? characters or parents and the community? or what? no matter what the cause is, solution has not been found, yet the terrorists are still there to hunt down anyone and anything!

Suicide bombers are like zombies who have no mind but can still smell the blood. They would never stop to have more and more blood.

Suicide car and truck bombings recorded:

• 2009 African Union base bombings in Mogadishu
• AMIA bombing

• Bath School disaster
• 2009 Beledweyne bombing

• Chinese Embassy in Bishkek bombing

• 2006 Digampathana bombing

• 2011 Fuzhou, Jiangxi bombings

• Ghriba synagogue bombing
• 2007 Glasgow Airport attack
• 2002 Grozny truck bombing

• 2008 Hargeisa–Bosaso bombings

• 1992 attack on Israeli embassy in Buenos Aires

• 1983 Kuwait bombings

• 2011 Mogadishu bombing

• 2009 Nazran bombing

• 1995 Rijeka bombing
• Riyadh compound bombings

• 1998 Temple of the Tooth attack

• 2010 Vladikavkaz bombing

• 2003 Znamenskoye suicide bombing

All the data above are still far lack, there have been other millions of suicide bombers all around the world.  

Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Category:Suicide_car_and_truck_bombings

Suicide bombings in whole categories recorded:



Source: https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Suicide_attack

I wonder why is it so difficult for all the so called genius people in this world to make or create bomb detector in a massive amount and spread it all over the world and place them everywhere and reduce the number of people who die for bombs. I myself do not have such a knowledge to create this sophisticated tool, unfortunately. I wish I could make it and gave it to every family in the world for free.

Every country is now competing to create sophisticated weapons, planes and many other harmful tools. What for? of course to hurt, kill, and shed tears and blood.

It is so ironic, let's say in Iraq, Afghanistan, Turkey, Lebanon and some parts of African countries, there are always suicide bombers who attack civilians and security guards without being able to be detected. Why is it so easy for them to die while there are so many brilliant people in the world who could even create space craft to go over the other planets.

The innocents die day by day but still there is no genius could find a solution and overcome this horrible situation on this planet.

  

My sword of Pioneer

The necklace of love,
the water of peace,
shall there never be another,
him only the one to say,

the throne is his,
under the sun his sweat shed,
no words though, only a thought crossed,
when to Thee my soul be,

Pain no more feels, he,
cry no more for tears,
on his feet of weak,
stand still like a rock,

No ersatz camouflage, 
soul of formosity, 
sagacious of purity, 
envelope the whole agony. 

The end of Twelve Magic Romance 

The twelve years just passed and spread all the seeds, 

now only memories remain in the hearts of nothingness, 

no time, nor space like it was, only streams of rush and hurry, 

try to remain in silence, but it seems hard and painful, 

twelve years passed and nothing was written, 

just an empty jar of red wine that has never been filled. 

Ran out of the trail, chasing the moon fire, 

still unable to stable, though thousands of way was taken,

this romance of twelve just ended up in a glass of empty wine,

tears dry out, struggles fade away, faith disappear, 

this twelve magic way has come to an end. 

Cogitation is the way some says, but the body is too weak,

though the soul dances and follow the sound easily, 

the body is lament and cripple like no bones in it. 

it is time for the body to lay down in the stillness of the night,

to say nothing but emptiness of the underground. 

Marito Goncalves Leite/ Ano Lemorai

DEAR FATHER FELISBERTO GONCALVES 

Sleeping in the solitude,

knowing not of the outsides,

no more cries nor screams,

just a deep of sleep, in the paradise of ocean.

candles to lit on,

flowers to give on,

tears to fall down,

to grind off his paradise,

sleeps and dreams in buoy,

like no more to the flesh,

soul says and tells. 

the story had come to an end.

To bear down on, no more,

cogitate only in the stillness of the night,

under the moon and in the eerie breeze. 

Sitting I am, under the shade of the moon,

and tell the story of his amazing life. 

MUITO OBRIGADO MEU PAE,  

Words of the Ocean deep


smiling pain covers,
weary souls cry,
black hearts appear,
celebrates the filth,
lovely wound cracks,
the paradise of mind. 


whomsoever to see,
whatsoever to reveal,
still alone to be.
the soul of wound.

Rain stops for reason,
heart cries for season,
of the T finally remains,
the answer to the mind,
stuck in the ocean of thoughts. 



Marito Goncalves Leite/Ano
LM forever

Crack of heart


Heart is rolling,
to the paradise,
will or won't,
still not known, I 


Rest a while,
wine or whisky,
husks still no doubt,
meaningless, yes 


fought the pain,
yet, others creeping,
cover the smiling heart,
blew the mind of pacific.


dancing fingers,
fighting white,
try always, not win though,
till time set apart,
the beauty from the dust.


Marito Goncalves Leite/ Ano Lemorai 

No difference

 

white or black are colors,

why bother? just the color! 

The souls remain the same

To the dust shall, we return!

 

No white, no black,

no red, nor brown 

say it never, I am on my own.

 

change the view of your eyes,

see all as human,

creation of the omnipotent

see all with the fire of love!

 

shed the laughter of love,

crack apart the haughty heart.

change the world into your own paradise,

to see the smiles of humble hearts. 

Marito Goncalves Leite/Ano

 

Dear Sirs/Madams of so called powerful leaders

War will exist always and last forever as long as selfishness alive in hearts. When greed of thrones and power come to alive,this beautiful world will come to its end.

poverty and starvation become a part of the haves-nots. wars let them have their lives sacrificed. they do not want to die in that way. they do not either want to die for hunger.

They still have too, though! why can't we help them? It is not that simple I know! but at least we could use the war budgets to grow plants and save the water.  Do not just show off power! As if you were the ruler of the world. try help them!release them all from those chains.

Can Obama and Puttin 'the wind and fire' of the world sit together, lift up the burden of this world by changing their weapons into hoes and get all soldiers to plow soils that the poor can grow plants instead of growing hatred and abhorrence toward them?

can they send plow-armed troops to help the poor by giving them life skills of saving the earth instead  of sending troops to train them in using weapon and to say 'fire' and 'blow' ?

Can Kim Yong Un shut down the nuclear weapon he made to destroy human being?

shoot as many rockets and missiles he intends to. Remember Kim! You just build up a huge block toward yourself.

you are still something but nothing! showing off power as you will live forever and never die! you plant grass and hope for rice to grow?

Can the so religious claimers all around the world see everyone as himself, instead? Hi! say not you are religious once you still easy to see bad parts of your fellow beings. Disdaining and smirking on others beliefs and treat them like enemy of yours.

I am not perfectionist! "I am just I am" who is trying to go up the highest mountain of your heart. Sit a while and rest out your brain from your "duty of killing". Get the dress of selfishness out of your real heart. Put all your ambitions of killing others off your mind. You will find there are so many hungry hearts of love and peace waiting for you to set them free of their hungers and let them rest in a piece of peace on their hours of death.

You see women and children cry for protection not punching hands. You might think I am crazy to write all these. It is not a big deal, though!  I am fed up with all your boastful words of making peace! You apparently just want to show your power of ruling the whole world!

I can't bear to say all these out of my heart since the cry of the little children all around the world gets me wake up in the middle of the night because his father just slaughtered before him, or women who cried for her lovely skinny baby dying of starvation and her lovely son who has to labor all day long to get a piece of dirty bread from the greedy tyrant.

If you ask who I am to say all these, I am nobody but one of the human beings on earth who has been sick of war and cruelty.

I am just a beggar of peace and unconditional love on Earth for all human race, religion, tribes, and all reasons that cause wars around the world.

Answer me! Will the new sophisticated weapons and nuclear bombs always become absolute ways to overcome problems in this lovely Mother Earth while there is still a hope for a sincere smiles and handshakings to help little children of the poor who cry to have a drop of fresh milk, and water, and a spoon of food?

"ASK NOT WHO I AM TO SEND YOU THIS, ASK WHY SHOULD I KNOCK ON THE DOORS of YOUR HEARTS"

YOURS SINCERELY,

THE SON OF THE EAST-EAST

Simpan Saja

Simpan kata-kata manis penghilang duka sesaatmu!
kami inginkan nyata baluti kata,
kami inginkan adil dalam kata keadilanmu!
cukupkan hamburan bumbu mulutmu!

T'lah sesak dada kami oleh ocehmu penuh muslihat!
T'lah penuh fikir kami oleh hasutan lembut nan mematikan,
terkapar banyak kini dari kami,
tiada hiraumu secuil bergeming.

asa kami terbang bersama mimpi,
harap kami melayang bersama awan kelam.
tiada sejengkal langkah kakimu,
raih tangan-tangan mengulur menggapai hampa,

kembali jua jiwa-jiwa lara pada sembilu,
berbalik pula malam-malam pada kebisuan,
bertengger sahaja kian meninggi,
kokoh tancapkan kuku-kuku pada kami tiada terbilang.


Ano Lemorai LM

The moaning of weary souls

Shining, are stars of the East,
To hearts of worldly thrones.
To cruelty of the evil ones.


To the Old Testament, should we back again?
while The Holy One has been sacrificed.
why words come not like in real?


Giving hopes to the hopeless.
Nothing, are we? or something for lust?
abandoned after being used.


This message I send to thee,
owner of fire and wind,
to blow not, we.
enough for us, already,
tears and blood flowed to you secret bloody leech!



******Ano Lemorai LM******