"open those almond eyes, love;
remove those curtains that hinder you
from witnessing the beauty outside.
you're only a window view away
from hope.
"and once you realize it, you can
forget me and remember me
in ease, because in the end,
you will not have to do either of the two--
since of course, i will be there with you.
"so this rough road may seem incessant, i know,
but when our roads cross again,
i will plow your path, rake away your troubles,
and show you exactly why
this path was most certainly the best for us."
"i shall take this challenge put forth,
if this is the best of chances.
moreover, if i let you go forever,
i will find myself to wither;
i love you too much to weigh it all on
a chance.
so i will throw my being on
hope."
copyright 2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {3:34 AM}
*sidenote: some browsers will not support the unusual characters. as i was updating, the unusual characters did not appear correctly in the final product. on my other site, the same poem is posted as a duplicate. go there if this site does not work. sorry for the inconvenience, but it's a good poem. i had to share it. enjoy.
inventar la verdad - xavier villaurrutia
pongo el oído atento al pecho,
como, en la orilla, el caracol al mar.
oigo mi corazón latir sangrando
y siempre y nunca igual.
sé por quién late así, pero no puedo
decir por qué será.
si empezara a decirlo con fantasmas
de palabras y engaños, al azar,
llegaría, temblando de sorpresa,
a inventar la verdad:
¡cuando fingí quererte, no sabía
que te quería ya!
silence is also music. {3:04 AM}
Monday, June 16, 2003
(part of original works, batch #1)
inflating passion rising like the temperature,
summer is here.
again, the sunset is the color
of burning fire
or just the seeping blood,
bringing it to a boil
and now everything is infected
with passion.
and though millions of miles away,
both are affected by the same sun,
both hypnotized by its entrancing color.
and within nature's circle,
both see each other.
and suddenly the rays of light
become sharp and painful.
copyright 2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {10:31 AM}
(part of original works, batch #1)
more there's more to this step i take
than a mere mark on the ground
or the calculated distance
from its partnering foot. oh,
there's much more to it than that.
there's more to this air i breathe in
than the ratio of nitrogen to oxygen
or the length of the time
i can hold my breath. oh,
there's much more to it than that.
there's more to everything in this world
now that you're here. see;
for each step i take,
i bask in joy of being close to you, simultaneously
fearing that i may be treading far from you.
and for each breath i take,
i sigh in relief knowing that you are here, simlutaneously
doubting your presence when you are not near.
and so you see, you control even
my involuntary movements.
choke me and kill me,
paralyze me.
but each experience,
pure bliss.
since of course, there's more to it than
that.
copyright 2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {1:52 AM}
original works, batch #1
sacrifice sacrifice.
is it enough to let go of all you have?
is it worth the trouble,
the torture,
the journey?
the life we live is candid and improvised--
what will happen?
sacrifice.
i will for you,
so long as you meet me in the end,
so long as hope never abandons us.
but if in any case you leave my hands
and these arms can never hold you again:
then let happiness roam the places
you grace.
sacrifice.
the letting go of ease,
the finding of truth.
copyright 2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {1:35 AM}
here is a collection of poetry that i've reviewed and deemed wonderful. please-- take a look. i hope you find something that you like as well.
by: lord byron I.
dear object of defeated care!
though now of Love and thee bereft,
to reconcile me with despair
thine image and my tears are left.
II.
'tis said with Sorrow Time can cope;
but this i feel can ne'er be true:
for by the death-blow of my hope,
my Memory immortal grew.
by: anonymous (japanese) a thousand years, you said,
as our hearts melted.
i look at the hand you held,
and the ache is hard to bear.
by: innokenty annensky -two loves-
there is a love like smoke: if cramped,
it stupefies; give it freedom and, and
it will be gone... to be like
smoke, but eternally youthful...
there is a love like a shadow: by day
it lies at your feet, it heeds you:
at night it embraces you soundlessly...
to be as a shadow, together night and day.
more works to come... both famous and original.
random thought:
it's not that i can't live without you;
i've lived my life this far alone.
it's just that now that you are with me,
it's hard for me to imagine not seeing you
beside me.
silence is also music. {1:10 AM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.
