silence is also music.

Thursday, September 29, 2005

you get close to perfection and then failure,
triggered by the scent of success,
invited by chance,
enters the scene, smiling and thrilled
at the destruction it is capable of causing,
disgusted by pretty little paintings,
happily ever afters (for those are extinct).
knowing not where to start,
it'll go straight to business wherever convenient.
with tentacles, it will suck the very passion of the matter
dry, soon a corpse-like shell of what used to be filled
with "almost there"s and "i'm proud"s.
frustrated, you are walking the thin wall
between "i'm still going to try" and "i give up";
aren't you tempted to take the easy way out?
it's so much simpler, it makes more sense to break away,
exit signs every turn, you're tired of the nightmare
undulating far into the distance, slithering at your feet
like a snake attempting to poison you, choke you.
venomous, so why are you following the labyrinth
for artificial success? you're setting yourself up for failure
and failure will follow you.
keeping your guard up, optimism will help, they preached,
but aren't those voices the spirits of the weak,
the ones who left you so many exits?

you're such a failure.
(c)2005 mai kozai

silence is also music. {8:58 PM}

Tuesday, September 27, 2005

extremity -- lyrics

you got your bloody heart worn on your sleeve
but you got your secrets locked up, secure under your skin
but come time to renew your appearance, shed that outer layer
like peeling forbidden fruit, so ripe inside
so tender, so real.

you aren't proud of history because you're a part of it
but the past is not an anchor for the future
couldn't you be the first star over a cloaked sky
shining in splendor and fame and beauty
so true, so-

so shouldn't be the slogan on your forehead
or the rhythm of your steps,
for if you do not experience complete sadness,
you will never appreciate the grace of utter happiness
it's not extremist to be an extremity,
longing to know what's on the other side.

you're accustomed to faithful lies and broken hopes
fed to you until you're too full, no room for truth
what comes, you take, what leaves, you let leave
won't you give it a chase, the rush of feeling
so alive, so scared.

your backpack's got nothing but fragments of stories
never to be finished, never to be read, are you afraid
you'll end up located off your pocket map?
who said you needed to find a way back, if someplace called 'home' is
so foreign, so-

so shouldn't be the slogan on your forehead
or the rhythm of your steps,
for if you do not experience complete sadness,
you will never appreciate the grace of utter happiness
it's not extremist to be an extremity,
longing to know what's on the other side.

if they're out to get you, get them back,
are you running away or are you chasing something
out there, wild, you've gone mad, aren't you glad
you've finally found something to fear? you're nearing
the threshold, break away, don't be afraid, so-

so shouldn't be the slogan on your forehead
or the rhythm of your steps,
for if you do not experience complete sadness,
you will never appreciate the grace of utter happiness
it's not extremist to be an extremity,
longing to know what's on the other side.
won't you explore the unknown side?

(c) 2005 mai kozai

silence is also music. {10:07 PM}