My neighborhood
At the bottom of the mountain
An old house
A house that was falling down
Without a gate
An old tree next to it
No sibling
She lived in a house without them
She sang well
Red books well
Spoke well
the old tree alone
Covered the yard and the roof
The house shivered in the cold
I hid behind and just looked at the small
small very small door
where the swaying lantern light leaked out
Every time I heard the rustling sound
Tears fell
And then spring came again
A few months had passed since I saw her
Rumors spread
Proud Mary
dropped out of school
couldn't go to the hospital
couldn't leave the house
and from that night
I couldn't hear koff koff sound
any longer.

Dark red
above
Beyond the horizon
Dark yellow sky
left
Pine tree
Trembling branches
Pine leaves
and
like a seagull
A bird that doesn't know the name
Fly...

From a distance
tree branches tremble

Today, in front of the park
like a Chicago street
frozen pedestrians
passing by
like oil drops
falling on hot water

In front of a glass window

On an old wooden table

A woman in a black teacup

Looks up

While stirring

The "not too strong fragrance"

pick up the struggling woman and
embrace her

And drink the reduced "not too hot" coffee

The woman comes inside
with the coffee
and
stops time
and
flows like blood
Inside out.......

That warm wind
That warm tree branches
That warm wooden steps
That warm grass leaves
That warm shadows
That warm home scenes
That warm stick pencils
And
If you write poetry
with a red pen on a cold table
In the blank sheet of paper
What luxury on earth would i envy?

There is nothing else!

something special
love made you
everyone has a choice
everyone is unique
laughter, tears, even anger
similar but
not the same
aren't you like us, the stars
rainbows, flowers, birds. streams & cobblestones
They're similar but
not the same
Same with parents and siblings
look at you!
am I right?
love made us that way
is making us this way
So we share, shake hands, hug
each other
with love alone
Always. Throughout time...

From here, where there is no one
To the end of that tunnel
You and I, who will be missed
Will we walk together, our heads together
In this light
Shall we walk together, silently
Shall we walk backwards
Shall we whisper together
Silence
Towards a future that will not come
Under the faint, dusty light
With our shoulders affectionately touching
To the end of that tunnel
Will the two of us
Will you and I, who will be missed
Will we walk together
In this light
Taking a step back.

Noon sunshine
Deep Night Moonlight
All Perfect Dark Friends
Listening to the Stars Sing
Standing trees in the forest
Pebbles in the stream
Frozen blades of grass in the field
"Winter"
Ears of rice bowing their heads
Under the eaves
Silence in a beehive
like these
Miracle comes as miracles
(sneakily)
and give birth to the ordinary.

i hold your love
while thinking

your love hold me
while thinking

we are leaving
while we are sinking

we are living
next door

we are are we.

The rabbit
forgets the turtle
thinks about victory
only

In fact
knows well
rabbit cannot be lose in the race

The turtle
remembers the rabbit
thinks about unbeaten
only

In fact
knows well
turtle cannot be win in the race

On whose side is victory.

Love knows know
love doesn't know no

Love is invisible
love is felt

Love is dependent
love is independent

Love is eternally immutable
love is always new

Love is tempting
love is incorruptible

Love is the morning dews
Love is the beauty of survival.

If destroy one
for self
become a devil

If destroy popular
for self
become a hero

If you look closely at
his yourself
there is the answer.

I

The Moon
looks differently
depending on Time and Place

The Sun
doesn't look differently
depending on Time and Place

II

The Moon reflects experiences
The Sun gives experiences

III

The moon allows us to have beauties
The Sun allows us to have one faith.

I try to live like you
Because I like you.

The waves
are coming
closer and closer
to me

While staying there......

No matter how much I look for it
I can't find that poetry book...

I'm sure I've seen it

But no matter how hard I search it

When I sit quietly and think about it

It's quietly hidden in the depths of my heart

It's a bigger regret than not finding the poetry book

What is it?
Where is it?

you can do mail
you can't be the postman
like a Fred.

turtles
lazy
who can blame?

they are
praised
even when it loses.

buildings
scratching the sky

cars
scratching the asphalt

I
I am scratching your heart.

not cold
not hot
warm

Oath: my words=LP record noise.

now the one-year-old
Samuel
call me
once
twice
three times
emotionally charged
all differently
"haboo"
"HAboo"
"haBOO"
calling me unconditionally
to a loving call
my loneliness is gone

tonight
Samuel's mom and grandma
are on the phone
he interrupts and says
while looking and calling
for me smiling
he walks up the phone line to me
The tightrope master
like Philippe Petit...

stone do not penetrate snows
it does not break them.

The world has gone mad
People who don't say that the world has gone mad
point fingers at those who cry out that the world has gone mad
saying they are mad
Pointing fingers is not sad
but it is sad that it is not the world
but people who are going mad
It is so sad.

Someone said
Christmas has become a holiday

Someone said we no longer
love thy neighbor anymore

But at this moment
Christmas in the neighborhood
There is no holiday of love

Only, power
political power without movement
with no power movement
to maintain political power
It is just a matter of pouring money
into Giant manhole .

No more thinking
or speak anymore
About love and neighbor.

The ocean
                  the rushing cupidity
                                                     and then clouds.
and then rain

A luxury cruise ship
                                   the flashing lights
                                                                  they become stars
covering the sky.

Walls of division and anger
hammer sleeping in the basement
so it doesn't rust
Like a duck's ***
May your poem words
waddling around
and walk
let there be
a hammer breaks down a house
but only tear down the walls
and not break the home of house
Sing a song of the crumbling walls
and I hope your party song
to spread far and wide
let us see a new world beyond the walls
following the song
As a duck finds a worm
in the grass and eats them
hatred between people
eat them so be strong
and tear down your walls
It's your hammer, your immunity.

grasping
the world's population
are rushing to it

It almost gets there
but
all can't catch it

under that

like a Sisyphus
day after day day after day
repeating

It is cannot have
without sacrifice
Love.

Rejection
an invisible foundation
an inevitable process

It is the
foundation on which the building
of life is built
shaken by storms but
not crumbling

It is also the rejection
of the world that creates new paths

The gift of rejection
driver's seat belt

When you persevere and persevere
and persevere
it becomes a safer love

Rejection ends (someday).

Repentance
dreams
from the heart

Rewind
works
into the heart.

Wood-colored wallpaper all around
On the old table and floor
Pale morning shadows move
Stains or
oil droplets on the water
dancing cheerfully
In the square chests of drawers
coins sing while bumping
and dance
this is how start the day
In the kitchen, little Samuel
clapping and laughing with mom
with rice paste glued to cheeks
with his hands spread wide
where finds daily bread,
In the kitchen
love overflows like a zipper
riding the train rails
to a safe emergency exit
where language of secret air runs wild
one fall morning in the kitchen
where all beings undress and re-dress
where the feeling of blessing
begins to knead the day
and even silence turns into gold,
our kitchen on the way to winter
that makes the future decorated
my Mother  laborious Hug
Stay here Forever.

Competition breeds incompetence
Incompetence breeds competition

Competition and incompetence
reality from happening immediately

Make it invisible.

Human
started lives
with joy of hands

Ten fingers
are making poems
with sorrows of life.

it should have snowed
it rained

it should have rained
it snowed

you should have come
i went

i should have gone
you came.

look at there
sky meets sea
the softest
a curve of straightest line
seeable


go there
sea meets sky farther away
the sweetest
a straight line of curve
open

they can't meet
it exhibits meeting of love .

The most unshakable is not to be shakable.

i want to hide
love's passion

the sun
hides in the sea

rising at dawn
like the sun

to thee
all things

I want to show you
everything.

those who hate me
are not bad people
couldn't I be wrong?

Old window, long used
whispers
and says
scrapes my hearts

Curtains are not necessary

I can take it all off along
I can show it everything
I don't have to hide business

Wrapping me up, because.

asking
and receive a message
look for and find
A treasure that seem unattainable
and try to get
at the door
without trying to open it
and knocking
on the door
and opens on its own.

don't be happy
be coming happiness.

what is strong is not great
what is great is not strong.

the barking of dogs
flows in the river of night
becoming the Milky Way

following the wrinkles of
dear mother
wavering time of unwavering also flows.

to keep your love
hiding in your heart
to forget your hurt
hiding in your tears

wherever you are there
escape your right
whenever you are there
seek your wrongs

at last
you will find your true love
just like the first time.

those who have many friends but are lonely;
those who have few friends but aren't lonely.

Wherever you're not
with your loved ones

That place is always
a strange place.

next to a young maple tree
next to an elderly evergreen
standing facing each other

Autumn is passing
As winter approaches

the maple tree
in the calm morning breeze
like snow
fall on the evergreen's
red and reddish
Make it a young tree

In mid-October.

parents are a mountain to overcome, not a mountain to stay on.

last fall
climbed the old red wall
very small
a bud of persistence hanging in thin air
I saw it by the window
and winter came
without a chance to see the leaves and flowers
began to wither
pulled down the blinds and curtains
forgot about it
and welcomed the new year
spring passed
summer, one day
passed by the fence
on the mosquito net
bright and clear green
power of purification was seen
bowing in the air
friendship of coexistence
stuck to the cold glass window
with a soft tape
poor and broad-minded
I see your
phenomenal vitality.

Sea water
Why doesn't it spill out into space
in front of me
and stay here?
strongly flow but
shouldn't it overflow?

Love water
Why doesn't it spill out into you
In front of you
and stay there?
strongly flow but
shouldn't it overflow?

Doesn't it hurt, even though they are separations?