Injustice upon injustice
Naked king in the most extravagant costumes
That only fools can see
Like a rotting apple
All of the world will turn black
“Le ventre en l'air, comme une femme lubrique,
Brûlante et suant les poisons,
Ouvrait d'une façon nonchalante et cynique
Son ventre plein d'exhalaisons.”
—From Charles Baudelaire “Les Fleurs du mal”
We don't know who's our enemies and who's our friends
Do you know what you're fighting against?
No violence
Do something
Do beauty and ugly
Just survive
We don't need hope
Never, never give up
Just keep walking alone
Like a unicorn's horn
It's raining lightly today
The spotlight of the burning sunshine is not so bad
But let's take a coffee break in the interval when the curtain of cloudy sky is drawn
The black liquid had the deep taste of despair and melancholy
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Makoto Maruyama (
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Comments1
a wonderful write, detailed in its explicit scope to penetrate our duality of innate sensibilities..
but dear poet, the ying and yang of life
is not limited to a concept
where white is all-good
and black is all-bad
true, what's rotten will indeed - sicken
but not all darkness
represents our doorway to a closed path
better, I feel - to simply accept
that blackness we all harbour
and confront - it, before
our ignorance, feeds - it
and we are reduced to mere contaminated carriers
of that same plague
we point out - dutifully: in others
while mirroring, their very actions...
Maybe it's the dark glasses. They do tell a story.
Thanks dear Mek, « white is all-good
and black is all-bad » that is true, I think too.
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