unscrable the feelings
of the jigsaw puzzle.
and then it just might make sense.
what you were, you always know,
what you are, you never know.
and what you will be is still too futuristic
in these days of technology and knowledge.
but it was never the song of the rain
that invited you out to dance and sing along.
no, it was its countermelody of thunder
reverberating in you,
and you are suddenly alive, too.
time signature unnecessary;
dance your own tempo.
(k)ar
ma
gician.
your next number is a tap routine, isn't it?
(c)2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {1:57 AM}
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
surrealism
she has wings
for eyelashes
because she's always wanted to fly.
she has tears
for knuckles
because she never was a friend of anger.
she has rings
in her hair
because it's as stubborn as she is.
she has rose petals
for cheeks
because his words traced them sweetly.
(c) 2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {10:29 AM}
Sunday, October 26, 2003
self-negativety
i'm in the acquainted dungeon again,
miles down from any light
except a thin thread, too fragile,
so i won't touch it.
i don't want to touch it.
i might break it.
and if i break it, then there won't be any hope for me.
it's intimidating, though so brittle,
but i am, too.
i hate this rivalry between me and this light.
he should know that he's better than i am,
that he's victorious over me.
but he won't let me alone
because he sees me
and i don't.
infuriated by his mockery,
i give it a kick.
but it only sways from the kinetics of my muscles.
it's still the same, fragile string of light.
soon my punching bag,
i force all my anger into every move i make.
but it still sits, patiently as always,
waiting for me to understand
his real purpose.
dreadful hours, and then,
i see my despicable pride under my heel,
and i take the light by the hand.
(c) 2003 mai kozai
silence is also music. {11:52 AM}
the poet
mai sharona.
december 5, 1984.
davis, california.
a sucker for flowers.
