The departed
waiting for the day to return
On the way
scattered azalea petals
Two low mountains in the distance
that meet the black field below
A calm black lake
A water-clored waves
On its edge
blooming azaleas
By its side
a brief glimpse of
The road that seems long
the way you are coming.

suffering is long and deep
through the life

if it is alive
it shall go to you

just bring
value of labor to us.

outside the window
a small forest
snowy
He points

between the trees

elephant
lion
tiger
hippo
giraffe
crocodile
footprints

bi­rds & winter traces

se­eing them
He babbles.

by someone
being chosen
Isn't that a miracle?
even if we live a hell of life
how joyful and happy?
river water,
old mountains,
field,
clouds,
skies,
animals, plants, and even inanimate objects
are all on the side of the Chosen us?
we can do
to live or to die as we please
or not?
we talk,
or we sing,
we are having a party,
we fight and war
If we lose,
we win, don't we?

Because we were chosen by someone

Is it true, is it true?

That someone
although it was in a dream
clearly,
precisely,
sternly said

"I chose you because I wanted to show My Love
through you and
you are neither special nor deserving of choice."

i am struggled, soaked in tears, and cried out for
then I woke up from my dream.

the first time I kissed you
Unable to see devils
                        cheaters
                        A­lso, the murderers
how much
        pure and
        humble
                      No sleepless nights
since then,
or rather the world,
I became a demon of jealousy
                Night became day.

Someone once said,
“love is like cutting water with sword”
there is no blood,
there is no wounds
it is divided
soon
reunited
even if you stab it
even if you are stabbed
that's right
but love is changing

That is sad.

When you come to me
to hide your freckles
You covered face with palms and laughed
Robert's sister
Same
When you see me in the distance
With shirt on backwards
and hid behind a pillar
She had a scent
The scent was not her body
but from her smiles
She was serious
With a flower pen
"I want to be a beautiful woman"
She told me
With an owl
In the moonlight
I hugged just once
I never saw her after that
Only the wolf's howl filled the room
I was so surprised
I woke up from my dream
I looked out the window
It passed seven lakes
A single morning star drifting somewhere
I am missing his sister
Angela more than Robert
This moment.

go
another waiting
for you

wait
another going
to you.

It is true

depending on the situation
depending on the time and place
It does not change
The time when people are asleep
The time of the truth game
The sound of darkness
knocks on the heart
and the eyes shine
Caparisoned
The shadow and
The prototype of High Noon

The time of love.

without reading
moving the world
poetry books

unknown
moving this earth
our lives.

I realize I am alive
It is holding the world up
I am thinking about your red hairs
I am playing with game of destiny
I am making future from the past
After our love Itches is over
These are all done.

beauty...islands...isolation
               moonlit
               tides
               songs of cloud
               beach
               together
               connection.

A living poem is
not in the bookstore
living in the workplace
because

Keeping Poems Alive
more important
than to sell well
becoming a commodity.

You are
root of Love
trunk of Faith
with branches of hope
bearing the fruits of joy

And
whoever deserves to taste those fruits
your heart that longs for peace.

at the intersection
around right-hand corner
touch
my day
How you look.

ask quickly, answer slowly.

All gone
and now you're the only one left
Nothing to eat
Nothing to drink
No home
No place to go
play
Read
All gone
and now you're the only one left
Last of the last
I'm proving it before you
I see it today
What was left in your heart
That I am the only one.

Crescent Moon
First Quarter Moon
Half Moon
Full Moon
Last Quarter Moon
Waning Crescent Moon

All of these appearances
are winks
of the moon.

The great player who doesn't practice
The writer who doesn't write
Even if they're genius but
Worse than a hopeless.

There is no past per se. It is only the past of the present.

instead of grandpa
letter by letter
pencil tip
with eyelights
shaking the room
read...

Law is Love
at last
Abandoned
for itself.

the end of twilight
becomes darkness
the end of darkness
becomes dawn
the end of dawn
becomes morning.

when you admit you're wrong
no boomerang

if you deny wrongdoing
boomerang powerful.

wake up
now the morning has come
surrendered to something
The Day Begins
streets where love's lamps were broken
It is still night
softer and softer
violence and intrigue
that we can hide and avoid better and better
through the war or election
to buy their own future
to sell our pasts
standing outside the door
we paint in bright colours
we buy with money that anyone can sell
forgetting the past
to get love
and trying to decorate love
they are foolish
we are foolish, too
but smart and cruel
to start our own darkening sunlight
to start their own light day.
more urgent and
more precious
more joyful things will wait
with a sun in the eyes
with earphone in the ears
footsteps will enjoy the closeness of the downfall
waving to the train that take us there
in their dreams
of the house
where love is calling.

When you hear your problems
Don't be disappointed, despair,
Or angry

Problem is
Answer's shadow
That person not your enemy.

as their statuses increase
no need to cross their shoulders together
                               the less they need a quiet
place, the better
They don't have to be a part of another life
their minds are filled with confusion and pain
There is not a Peace's moment there
but they judge
that it is better
wherever they are
they don't find their hidden selves
(they are  counterfeit lives)
their treasures.

always have a broad mind
and a deep heart
if you can only have one
you must have a big heart first
of course
if you can't have both
you're not human.

Going down Apt. stairs
saw a dozing sparrow by the window
held down a sparrow
a sparrow escaped to upstairs rooftop
but hit beak to an locked iron door and
be shut in the corner
pressed a sparrow with flat bag softly
left hand grabbed and caught
with proud emotion
to bus station
walked in deep thoughts

Fly a night
when the morning comes
will ask mother then forcibly
will tie a sparrow ankle with thread sturdy
from yard to rice paddies and a empty field
a grandson will scamper

While i feel so good
my right fingers relaxed
flapping
opened wings powerful
circled around top of an electric pole
a sparrow grew
farther and farther
away

Ah!
a dream of mine.

If the water is clear
as if there were no
It shows everything

If the person is clean
as if there were no
They show everyone.

P.......progressing to you
E.......edit by you
A......ace for you
C......coexist with you
E.......each other.

do not exceed, a border line, if you're possible.

crossing a traffic light
down intersection
buried in a ravine
leaning against the Valley hospital window
looking down
gray
black
brown
No matter how price money
cars are waiting
at a red light
after a while
cars are moving
time is running again
darkness falls
Night comes
lights come on
following the enduring sadness
unable to work
the day will come someday
While thinking
I turn away.

dried banana chips to you
yesterday
i gave her
smiling brightly as always
received
after the night
enduring life in loneliness
this morning
we exchanged morning greetings again
climbing the stairs
she called out
with her face
like a fragrance that's not strong
and she smiled
Helen said
“broken my tooth eating them”
her face again had
a smile spread across her face
i didn't know what to do
I just said "I am so sorry"
turning around,
Helen said, “pray for me.”
as I walked back up the stairs
I prayed......

what you don't have
do not try to have it

what you have
try not to have it.

then
you can get and share.

When a child
learns to speak

The language of love
is learning from you.

Just walking
vs.
walking without a fare.

Imagination does not come from perfection,
perfection is achieved through imaginations.

A elk family
strolling leisurely While shaking head
from side to side

Holding on to autumn and driving away winter
Entering the Red Sea Forest
Stepping on fallen leaves and snowflakes

Someone's pretending to be
The frozen time is released
The day is printed out at the ATM.

my eyes are roses
my eyes are roses 8' eight colors
my eyes are roses' dancing rhythm
my eyes are roses' love of breathing
my eyes make sing all beings
                                    by your light in
cellphone.

In front of the bank
on the marble staircase
a blind boy
with all his fingers cut off
with his right hand
clutching a dented basket
and bend at the waist and continue

A slender woman holding parasol
passes in front of him
and spat out gum
and tosses him a bill

In the distance
a boy watching from a distance
quietly approaches
and leaves
after placing a single coin inside it

In an alleyway
for a long time
while his head down
and whistling a tune
disappears.

1.  rat
2. lion
3. tiger
4. shark
5. dolphin
6. whale
7. crocodile
8. hyena
9. hippopotamu
10. deer
11. rabbit
12. elephant
13. rhino
14. fox
15. wolf
16. snake
17. eagle
18. poisonous ant
19. bee
20. no more?
21. cow
22. giraffe
23. a book
24. song
25. typhoon
26. earthquake
27. drought
28. flood
29. war
30. gun
31. drug
32. people.

When parents are greedy, they become obstacles for their children.

when there are more
people who are not normal
normal people become
abnormal people.

Awake, friends
from the deep sleeping
in the chaos
with the green
between you and me
begins to break apart
to the road for them
Awake!
our love to drink of bear
following snowy mountain
of future of past
at present
wake up
at the time of hopelessness.

Everybody knows
The end is the end
of the beginning
Want to know the end
Pay attention to
Courses also
It's a process of it
it is half

There is no turning back
Do not be angry
Voice and Position of the Heart
Do not exalt

There are many different forms of flowers
Existence itself is the same
The various values of flowers
coincide.

Be interested but not pushy.

DON'T MAKE OPPORTUNITY
IT MUST COME
DON'T MISS THAT MOMENT.