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Thursday, October 21, 2004
He Loves Me
He Loves Me



You love me especially different every time

You keep me on my feet happily excited

By your cologne, your hands, your smile, your intelligence

You woo me, you court me, you tease me, you please me

You school me, give me some things to think about

Ignite me, you invite me, you co-write me, you love me, you like me

You incite me..





You're different and special in every way imaginable

You love me from my hair follicles to my toenails

You got me feeling like the breeze, easy and free and lovely and new

Oh when you touch me I just can't control it

When you touch me, I just can't hold it

The emotion inside of me, I can feel it



-Jill Scott



(Ps:.. you know who you are..)

Monday, October 18, 2004
You Tread Upon My Dreams...
You Tread Upon My Dreams...



Had I the heavens embroided cloths

Enwrought with golden and silver light



The blue and the dim and the dark cloths

Of night and light and half light



I would spread the cloths under your feet

But I, being poor, have only my dreams



I have spread my dreams under your feet

Tread softly...

Beacouse you tread upon my dreams..



- Y.B. Yeats

Never Stop Creating
IMPOSSIBLE is just a BIG word thrown aroun by a small group of people who FIND IT EASIER TO LIVE IN A WORLD THEY'VE BEEN GIVEN than to EXPLORE the POWER they have to CHANGE it. Impossible is NOT A FACT. it's AN OPINION. Impossible is NOT A DECLARATION. It's A DARE. Impossible is POTENTIAL. Impossible is TEMPORARY. Impossible is... NOTHING.

-Adidas

Tuesday, October 12, 2004
Do not seek to walk the path of wise men. Seek what they sought.

Friday, October 01, 2004
Fragil
Fagil



Sebongkah malam

rasuk lelehan dadaku tanak di

katup denggam

burai celoteh tak kuasa

tembus kedap diam menopang hampa.



Aku mengapung...



Malu pada hampar gurun

kerikil jalanan yang tertawa

gugat anguh mortalku


Sapa seribu guntur pecah di

pekarangan belakang

memanggilmanggil rindu

sedu sesamar tirai debu

di nyala lampu.



"Bangun..." bisiknya belai mataku.

"Bangunlah dari serpihan kenang berserak angan... biar segala anjak selesaikan lingkarnya."



Aku dongak menjawab

tatap guntur pantik kembara kenang

di keteraturan cahaya

menari dengan indahnya dalam

ritme deru air yang menghambur muai di

pesisir angin

Hempas benak dan setiap getar

yang riak terserap oleh hadirku disini.



Setets remah senyum lolos

diantara tangisku yang manusia,

akui nyata senyap tawa kerikil

itu masih akan bergema seribu tahun lagi. Saat jasadku lebur dalam selisip bumi.



Kebesaranku hanyalah sebutir debu.



DUM VITA EST SPES EST

a silent prayer
A Silent Prayer



O God, give us serenity to accept what cannot be changed; courage to change what should be changed; and wisdom to distiguish the one from the other


-Reinhold Neibuhr-

Every child is an artist. The problem is how to remain an artist once he grows up

-Pablo Picasso-

ART IS A DELAYED ECHO. IT IS MAN'S NATURE; AND NATURE IS GOD'S ART



-PJ Bailey & George Santayana-

art and the artist
Art and the Artist



when power leads man towards arrogence, poetry reminds him of his limitations. When power narrows the areas of man's concern, poetry reminds him of the richness and diversity of his experience. When power corrupts, poetry cleanses. For art establishes the basic human truths which must serve as the touchstones of our judgement. The artis... faithful to his personal vision of reality, becomes the last champion of the individual mind and sesibility against an intrusive sociaty and an offensive state.



-John F Kennedy-

Sigh



Cinta,

malamku basah oleh embunmu

melingkup segenap ruang waktu

dalam arus riam darah mengalir

gelap begitu cantik dalam kerapuhannya

sempurna tandai kisi-kisi bingkai

tak ada lagi udara tersisa untukku

bernafas dalam terjangan hasrat

peluk birahimu



Cinta,

malamku panas oleh nafasmu

berdesir lagi kesenyapan

mendongak dalam pejam desah

inilah waktuwaktu yang kurindukan

terhalau kenang belantara surga



Cinta,

malamku hanyut dalam jilat setubuhmu

lebur dalam geliat yang kau banjirkan dialtarku

inilah aku...

tulus dan penuh

mengeja karib wajahmu meniti gumpal imaji di awang-awang

meninggalkan segala nyata yang kecewa dibawah dunia

tidurlah sayang dalam perawanku dan biarkan aku utuh

membalut diri dengan sperma kekasih yang tumpah...

atas namaku

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when i'm asleep
walk the streets alone

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