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Saturday, February 27, 2016
I shall tread softly

I shall tread softly, dear,
on your dream.

If you dream big, my dear, and dream more.
I can tread far and farther and take you with me.

But please be careful with your dream, my dear
lest it becomes too weak, too narrow, to bear.

Yes, dear, I shall tread softly on your dream
and mine.





Posted at 05:15 pm by imannuelivan
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When In Kisses We Meet

When in kisses we meet,
We bend space and time
And share in secret
coordinates of unspeakable promises.

Beyond the horizon of the senses -
the world's just and rightful prisons -
We unclothe, on tiptoes,
the language of lust and of love.

Eyes closed,
Breath overcome,
Souls delivered,
When in kisses we meet.




Posted at 04:48 pm by imannuelivan
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Coffee, Me, and People Around

When I am drinking my coffee,
People around would start to stir,
to see, to talk
the talk of coffee.

They would start talking about
quality beans, places where they're gotten,
places where they can be had,
advantages with scientific surveys,
opportunities with statistics of loss and profits,
and even, with trepidation,
about passions and inspirations.

Meanwhile I
am only glad
that my coffee
still loves me
black.





Posted at 03:31 pm by imannuelivan
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Not Beautiful

No.

Not beautiful.
But, lovely.

Your lips

Without lipstick.




Posted at 03:25 pm by imannuelivan
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Honey, I Love You

Honey, I love you!
I'll let you fly to the moon and back.

Honey, I love you!
I'll let you kiss me and dream a dream.

Honey, I love you!
I'll let you cry and fall to a lonely sleep.

Honey, I love you!
I'll let you rise and shine the light of your light.

Honey, honey!
O just let me love you,

and I shall have this walk on fire.





Posted at 03:25 pm by imannuelivan
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Ciuman

Bahasa jadi bisu.
Minder.

Disekap bibirmu.
Dicekat lidahmu.
Dilumur liurmu.

Tak lagi menggenggam
jemari.
Kini menerima.
Kini berpegang.
Kini menopang.

Tubuh,
tak lagi tegak,
jatuh,
tak lagi sendiri,
ke tubuh.
Sandar menyandar.
Menempel sadar.


Mata
melihat
mata
melihat
cinta,
sayang,
rindu,
harap.
Terbuka. Cerah. Suka.
Cita.


Rasa kini paham.
Paham kini rasa.
Berpautan, bersahutan.
Kompak, seirama.
Sebahagia.






Posted at 03:02 pm by imannuelivan
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Perfection Not

Perfection is not just about control but also about letting go.

Perfection is
not just about control but
also about letting go

Perfection is not
just about control
but
also about
letting go.


Perfection
is not
just about
control

but

also about
letting

go.

Posted at 03:02 pm by imannuelivan
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Senses

I wish

to be blinded
by the most beautiful
sound
I've ever heard;

to be silenced
by the sweetest
touch
I've ever touched;

to be grasped
by the most tender
look
I've ever seen.

By you, my dear,
my love,
That I wish
to be owned.




Posted at 03:02 pm by imannuelivan
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Comrade

Mata merintih.
Air muka meredup.
Tergolek di baris depan,
Tubuh.
Penuh luka,
Lemah,
Sendirian.

Tertekan hebat,
Dadaku menjerit.
Teraduk-aduk hendak meledak.
Tapi tak bisa.

Ingin meraihmu.
Memberi air.
Membasuh lukamu.
Memeluk,
Mencium.

Ingin membawamu masuk.
Membawamu keluar.
Memapah dan menunjuk:
Lihat, malam jadi pagi lagi.
Dan, lihat,
Tak ada yang baru di dunia ini.


Posted at 02:57 pm by imannuelivan
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Tuesday, January 26, 2016
Nature Boy

There was a boy.
A nature boy.
He's wandered far, very far,
into the depths of man.

And he's talked much
about fools and kings,
about things supposed to be talked,
and things supposed not.

And he's got tired of his own voice.
As he's learned the greatest thing to learn:
that is to love and be loved in return.

So now he just stood in silence,
looking up to the setting sun
and said to himself about a lesson greater still:
that is to truly love someone,
he needs to truly love himself.

Something he just knew
a very hard thing to do.

Posted at 05:58 pm by imannuelivan
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