She always hiding in the books never appears to me even if I laugh even if I cry even if I whisper even if I happy usually invisible she comes to me every time I write it seems impossible also it is possible because it belongs to her starts to twinkle with stars is love.
water purifier Ice fragments pouring from the plastic box and filling the cup make a sound becoming water To be the blood of lovers their songs sing not to turn one but the sacrificial passion and an offering of love offered by two of one.
Five-year-old May, just starting to escape Autism, comes to my side, taps fingers on the aluminum trash can next to old desk, looks at me, smiles, and May says, "DRUM".
light flowing right also streams A day with write burning distant fire leaking out from the extinguished past excitinng fire, Even I weaken it If I put it away spreading gaily at night YOU SPARSELY clear between the cracks educating Day by Day, life of lives, Where is unwavering love?
let's open the door wire is heavy, and it becomes a swinging rope. sky becomes clouded with breath streetlights are dim NIGHT neighbor's stairs are covered in snow streets are quiet snowflakes on my eyebrows I blink my eyes never talked about before the neighbor's house across the street even in the old shovel sack beautifully just barely snow is piling up snowing night without sound absorbing the sound like a curve, not a straight line while dancing that will fade away like youth that will disappear like youth flower-like flakes are coming.......
when I rang the doorbell heavy snow fell and hid the paths of aloneness having lost my way I looked for a stone and stepped on it The snow melted and showed me the path to take beyond the end of the road the islands of Privacy I have to go there and make the waves without you.
Anyone can about rain can sing take pictures of it can paint can write poetry as a lost cloud walk in the rain without an umbrella without you But the rain is not the object Rain works for being to be love itself.
In the tempting world to be a loser someone's free ride a song the triangular triangle of time a red colors the emergency exit between chosen silences a wailing still these tremors beauty of empty cities is ****** into sleep.
abandoned by the bank one branch of the Lucky Tree brought home and divided it into three parts and then filled three glass jars with clean water and stuck them one by one One day Two days Three days one week A month later as luck at the very top sprouted from the top again A few days passed and I was surprised the center of the stem was hollowed out And then little by little, it was becoming a leaf.
small trees in a field of yellow grass Nearby bending and the shadows of old trees curved and dried up covering the grass Over it Emptiness flies with the arrow of Vulcan gray winds colors the sky And a labor-exhausted man sits down with his right elbow on his left knee and watches the hours of the deepening nightmare with someone else among the scattering snowflakes.
all literature must be fact just in different proportions the rest of fiction the facts become truth to cintribute only then poems turn into the oil of the light of Reality: the painful sighs of the world.
Blue-haired Blue wings cold iron yellow chest belly meek With momentum two rivers rendezvous in one sea by faith meeting of time and space east meets west appears to be Pantone it is gazing into the future They are the flight of encounters.
Leaning against a stony-faced window covering the hardened little branches disheveled cotton candy coffee-colored trees Below holding hands with the calm times there is you and me Love is sprouting.
At that place All kinds of junk are piled up for decades, my youth and My old age is vibrating secret garden all flowers are in full enduring the end of the world time is saved with my lip with my ears the breathing of my eyes seesaw love blossoms, A new day on Earth is sprouting my basement. I am drawing the stairs leading there.
the freezing ocean flowing high and sharp like a pure white iceberg when the unrighteous see it. scary and when the righteous see it they feel friendly becpmes such a human.
Sunflower and chrysanthemum met, fell in love got married and gave birth to an only daughter Without brothers Daisy who gives wonderful tranquility freedom in equality free equality against savage chaos.