I dedicate this poem to the barren:
Such beauty lays in life
The simple and the complex
A cherry blossom
A woman
The sun
What is life without happiness?
Is it a life?
Is it real?
The emptiness of hunger
The burning of anger
Do such feelings really consume souls?
A woman;
The soft flesh
The bright smile
The shining eyes
Wearing colors of the next world
Such is a celestial being
And I; in the celestial world
The feelings of a woman
So complex
And worrisome
The norm of a mans' mentality
Celestial maidens come and go
But there is one my desire burns for
Eyes with the icy blue of winter
And innocence of a small child
She is the prime of maidens
The celestial goddess herself
The dark places of a woman's body;
Such memories of happiness
What man does not have such memories?
And if he does not
He is not man
But through the happiness
Comes the dark
The dark of war
Blood
Death
Such things I cannot deal with
Time has made my house barren
The celestial maidens rabid
And the sake rotten
My freedom is gone
My pleasure taken away from me
I can no longer live with happiness
I choose death