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between the lines..

Steve Wahyu — Sat, 09 Jan 2010 06:25:37 +0000

….is where people live.

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2010

Steve Wahyu — Fri, 01 Jan 2010 11:22:55 +0000

First pictures of 2010, let this year be kind to all of us.

Happy new year everyone =)

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memento vivere

Steve Wahyu — Mon, 28 Dec 2009 19:44:19 +0000

I keep them still, though I might stray

into this fiction of day by day.

Granted no death, a form of tragedy.

Pawns to this heart’s sweet necromancy.

Undying spell so unforigiving,

guillotine smiles even to Kings.

The story goes as our heroine haste,

into the unknown such is the fate.

How can I scribe what is soon to be,

when everything is purged violently.

-rev.s-

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どこまで流れるのかい？

Steve Wahyu — Sun, 20 Dec 2009 15:27:15 +0000

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shades of departure

Steve Wahyu — Tue, 15 Dec 2009 16:44:12 +0000

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turn it this way

Steve Wahyu — Sun, 13 Dec 2009 14:03:30 +0000

The faith that one may lack

transmutes the ground to a bottomless black.

Regardless the distance tracked

remind yourself of your own back.

Floating free on mythical ether

following the flow of Acheron river

Dutiful Charon, not yet, you old miser

next time I promise we’ll row together.

-rev.s-

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black blood white skin

Steve Wahyu — Tue, 10 Nov 2009 11:06:55 +0000

Would I call this my first fashion shoot? Maybe, if shooting fashionable chinaware doesn’t count as a fashion shoot, and it doesn’t.

Thumbs up to Rohan for enduring my vague instructions, thanks Elaine for the superb and detailed styling,

and thanks Grace for giving me the opportunity to direct the shoot (it was worth my background hehe).

Wouldn’t mind doing another one anytime soon.

Model: Rohan Bobb

Stylist: Jo Elaine

Professional scarf flicker: Grace Gunawan

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Pendant

Steve Wahyu — Wed, 04 Nov 2009 18:15:59 +0000

The night the cross dangles

Pain and memory entangles.

Rest assure that it missed not my eyes

Reminds me of our small goodbyes.

Truthfully love I care not for rhyme

Regardless, I think you’re sublime.

Have I ever close these gates?

So please make the suffering abate.

Do not pick self sacrifice

What you gave me did suffice.

Why hold on to such pride?

When in me you used to confide?

To think that I need you gravely

Our fates crossed untimely.

From afar do love me again

Maybe this distance we can regain.

Spare me beloved from life contrite

The cross that dangled saved me from blight.

-rev-

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Dies Irae

Steve Wahyu — Tue, 03 Nov 2009 06:20:09 +0000

The sadness that plague us all,

hidden there behind our thrall.

The odyssey for elusive peace,

flesh covered in blood and grease.

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5

Steve Wahyu — Sat, 24 Oct 2009 18:35:18 +0000

Colored black those beautiful knives
In my back lodged them five
Across the river my enemies stand
Faithful blade rest beforehand.

Entrenched and then surrounded
Endowed me strength and comfort
With oath to stay together alive
A friend who did one of the five.

Have I failed you my weapon bearer
You turned on me your loyal stranger
I asked you keep my center steady
Boldly you said you’re ever ready.

I lunged dear friend for victory
But now I feel cold misery
Early winter on my back
This bleeding flesh I have to drag.

With pale eyes you formed a smile
Thus the bane deliver the bile
And to amaze this dying stranger
He cannot find a living anger

The battle was won
The lost was mine
They took the crown
And left me a dime

Lacking coin to cross the Styx
You hold the missing precious disc
Revive me friend treat me with ease
Or with sacrament to my eternal peace.

Did I stray from you my worthy friend
For me to taste the river’s sand?
Whisper the answer to my dead ear
Over and over ’till your heart is clear.

-rev-

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