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    The Year of the Rabbit: Poetry
    The Year of the Rabbit: Poetry
    The Year of the Rabbit: Poetry
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    The Year of the Rabbit: Poetry

    By Kozi Nasi

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    A woman in her prime, fully aware of her sensuality, not afraid to stare life in the eye and embrace it openheartedly, thrown in the arms of lust and love, pleasure and delirium, courage and devotion, sadness and heartbreak and through it all, remaining fragile and vulnerable, delicate and relatable.

    This is the woman that tells her stories through the verses and poems in The Year of The Rabbit.

    The sentiment that one should always follow their heart and surrender themselves to life as it comes to them; the sentiment of pure unconditional love, exactly as it originates and derives naturally from all human instinct and how it evolves and transforms to survive and live on; is the invisible thread that runs through this collection of poems and the spiritual glue that holds them together.

    Kozi Nasi holds on to her subject and brings you along in all the waves of the emotions that she goes through as well, thus giving you a front row seat into the tumultuous rollercoaster that is her love.

    Wittily, daringly and in a provocative way, Kozi undresses her feelings of all censure barriers, wraps them in a bow of passion and serves them to you on a luxurious plate full of her most intimate experiences and stories, thus seductively, inviting you to relive them alongside her, as your very own.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisheriUniverse
    Release dateJul 16, 2012
    ISBN9781475935790
    The Year of the Rabbit: Poetry
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    Kozi Nasi

    Kozi Nasi loves and lives her life in the beautiful Garden State.

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      The Year of the Rabbit - Kozi Nasi

      Contents

      A Poet State of Mind

      From

      The Creation

      Woman

      The Battle and the War

      I

      Saved!

      The Impaired Generous

      Stranger Needed

      Reborn!

      As

      Picture Frames

      Another Rushed Decision

      Infatuation

      The Man and the Little Girl.

      On!

      The (missing) Tattoo

      True

      You

      A Funny Game of

      Love and Hate

      Beyond the Wooden Bridge

      Prelude

      Gemini

      On Your Birthday

      Heaven can wait!

      Dance Me!

      S.P.E.A.K!

      A Bedtime Story

      Cleopatra

      The Silent Screaming Geisha

      Marry Me!

      Unconventional

      The Story of a

      Long-Time Couple

      Anniversary

      On This Valentine’s Day

      Last Saturday Night

      Still

      Good Night!

      Break

      Lazy

      On a Given Sunday

      Inside My Head

      Dilemma

      Not a Long Note

      Relax

      Later, Please!

      Vincent

      Toxic

      Giving Up!

      The Last Sweet Adventure

      The Wind and I

      If Only!

      While You Were Gone

      Against This One Bird!

      Without a Muse.

      Above the Clouds

      Hiding

      Dove Mail

      Ether

      One’s Love of Their Life.

      This Fall’s Dead Leaves.

      Sacrifice

      Russian Roulette

      Cemeteries

      Immortal

      Non-cooperating Buddha!

      Forgotten Winter in the Land of Cedar

      Therapy

      The Year of the Rabbit

      A Fairy Tale for a Lady in the Making

      A Poet State of Mind

      For poet was not my intention

      till you came along

      bearing his name

      wind… wasn’t it?

      Ah, the lucky coincidences!

      As I drink and spill my troubles

      in tight verses and loose rhymes,

      poet is still not my intention

      at all;

      it has always been,

      in fact,

      my most insanely sane state of mind!

      From

      From a little faraway land I come…

      within this planet, yet from a very different world,

      a world of heroic legends and sacrificing fairies,

      a world of bestowed honor and banished voodoos

      where a human can never reach the sky

      and the doubts of subconsciousness roam the cold dark grounds

      where imagination rules and fantasy is fierce,

      where the sky hangs low and the stars burn faster,

      where birds sing loud and waves of blue waters splash angrily on rocky shores,

      where scents of beautiful women are stolen by naked flowers

      and the rages of jealous men are enthused by wild animals…

      The Creation

      And so the Master created me:

      the perfect nature’s malformation,

      the beautiful face

      covered carelessly by dark-brown curls,

      the olive eyes defined by the long, arched brows,

      the soft nose above the juicy red lips,

      the delicate long neck leading the way south

      as the stubborn breasts look up through their nipple eyes.

      Pleased with HIS creation, in a glass box HE put me,

      and ever so proudly HE showed me around.

      A match I had become,

      HIS imperfections’ perfect match,

      I had become!

      And painfully HE loved me.

      To comfort HIS lost soul to HIS slow death

      HE kept me around…

      Woman

      I try and I try,

      every waking hour, I try,

      as I have been for the past

      thirty-seven years and ten months, give or take.

      I dig and I dig,

      constantly deep down, I dig,

      yet empty handed I seem to return,

      never exactly finding that for which I yearn…

      I think and I think,

      good and bad thoughts altogether, I think,

      gladly walking to my dying hole,

      as it is my own thoughts that in the end will kill me…

      I cry and I cry,

      warm, salty tears, I cry

      quietly by myself, when no one can see me.

      my cheeks’ favorite waterfalls they are…

      I talk and I talk

      honestly, clearly, eloquently, I talk,

      and brutal I sound every time

      I open my big, beautiful mouth…

      I laugh and I laugh

      loud, wholeheartedly, I laugh

      until I feel my lungs scream

      for pure oxygen to inhale…

      I sing and I sing

      soft, sweet melodies, I sing

      lullabies, operettas, even a little cabaret

      à la late ‘20s decadent Berlin…

      I kiss and I kiss

      passionately, slowly, and tenderly I kiss,

      eyes closed, at times open as well

      so I can see the pleasure I give and receive…

      I love and I love,

      oh, so madly, fully, completely, I love.

      I dive head first in its magic ocean

      and I drink it all, to the very last drop…

      I live and I live,

      every day I live,

      not as if it were my last,

      as if it were my very first, instead,

      tirelessly chasing satisfaction,

      fearlessly pushing away useless regret.

      Most days I stubbornly win,

      others, I proudly fail…

      And by the way,

      I am woman.

      Have we

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