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Ugly Life
JH (January 4,1931 / a citizen of the world)

Ugly Life

I am walking
I don’t know where I am going
Yet, I am walking
Under the orange sky
Under the asbestos roof of the world
I can’t fold my white umbrella
Since it is not working well

I have been thinking about life
It’s edges and corners
It’s bare heart
it’s nicotine tongue
it’s milk less breasts
But I want to escape from all these
From all these ugly phases of life

I can’t suffer the pain of life
Pain of being avoided
pain of being hated
pain of being nothing

How ugly is this life
I want to wash it with all my strength
I want to paint this world with my blood
I want to lit this world with the spark of my eyes
I want to defeat the world with my soul

I want to reconstruct the sky
The trees and the mountains
I want to smell the world without nose
I want to paint this world with my blood

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Comments (3)

It does indeed start wars! ! maybe others would do well or better if they took a leaf from your book in culling and revising! !
Welcome back, you belligerent pacifist, you sensitive curmudgeon, you truculent guru of this crazy site. We all love you. Allie xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
i'm glad to hear that, jerry. i have always appreciated your generous comments, your friendship, and most of all, your writing... politics are politics are politics, but when it comes down to it, sharing of yourself with others transcends that and rightfully so...