I am making someone's dream comes true.

New Year's Eves
the winds of time on the Asphalt
sweeping the sands

At the thought that the year is turning
Winter more lonely
than fall

In a narrow alley
little children play
on low roofs
the day is burning red

When tears running away
slipping between fingers
sitting winter down
beside me
along the banks of the Hudson

I will take a drive.

love the long river
to the sea of the sky
clouds
flowers
air
distant drum of sleeping
following
narrow new way
sorrow of new day
Fiona!
my darling
you are coming to me
with waves of
parting I know
I am so happy
your eyes of agape
beyond eros
in farewelling
this is my life
at one time
devoted to you
Fiona.

bad ****** expression
good impression

bad speaking expression
good impression.

they enjoy in the moments
Winning or Losing

they enjoy in the moments
Live or Die

no questions asked
there is destruction at the end of it all

but they enjoy in the moments
the suffering of the people

they always enjoy them

So
they make and enjoy emergency series
the driving force of love
they don't need a soul.

Thanks depend on giving, not harvesting.

in a shaking world
                            to breathe
and look ahead
and see nothing but
forests
          bumping and breaking
in a world where the self is fragmented
to survive
let's bend at the waist
not climb up but stand
                    under and
understand. Understand
that you are not my enemy
                          my friend together
We see listening from the blue blue sky
                              persistently...

down into
July
a single buff
at first
the day
crown in town
loan
They known them
in the lawn of love
at the dawns of dawn
done.

There
bird
clouds
wind
stillness
And time walks with them

Do not save imitations, consume for one creation.

reading good writing is like touching good heart of the unhappy man.

An arrow that missed the target
The eyes are sadly looking at the forest
As the birds in the forest fly up
The time of misfortune also flies up

Cassia Seed Tea

A sea of ​​fog that blocks the future
The arrow that fell on it
misses the target
And heads towards me is no-thing.

with two windows
a garden becomes two
one is a forest
one is a roads
two brothers
Daniel and Samuel
looking at
looking up
they celebrate
two loves meet in their eyes
are auto entrance
to work together.

Good fears a greater good
Devil doesn't fear a greater devil.

there is no best politician. If say so, it will be the worst politician.

hospitals must
with the love of medical workers
by the precision of machines
for the cure of the patient
alive
inside patient zone.

A forest
like New Yorker colors
flowing through
the sea of clouds
i see
the disappearing road,
deer footprints,
rattan run,
wildflowers last dancing,
self-moving
early morning
sunshines,
october, wind
stroking the grass of meadow,
siren,
dog barking from afar
steamer.......babbling
shaking traffic lights,
most beautiful city,
Paramus stretches out.

Hairpin game
Uh-oh,
cool
cute
looked at friend's hair and said
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should buy these
so cool and cute
for a long time
for a long time
holding a fairy
who has kept her neatness and peace
for so long:
leaf hairpins,
ribbon hairpins
that her mom made from torn fabric,
a thread pin from a poor honey,
butterfly pin,
And with them,
on the soft ground
kicking up dust
my first love
decorated our childhood.

I am not good at relationships
especially human
not just me, but
people around me
have long since given up
I think I'm lucky
Samuel
I met my 2-year-old grandson
two years are coming up
One day after a year
Samuel started calling my name
When he greets
When he winks at
When we do something together
When we say bye
When we go for a walk
When we play
When we eat
When I stay with him
He calls my name
Not just once
Usually about five times
He keeps calling it
He calls it the same with Emotion
He calls it more afterwards than at first
There is only one difference
When I treat people
I always treat them from my point of view
When I treat my Samuel
I always treat him from his point of view
not from my point of view
Even today, when Samuel looks up at me
he says with eyes
"Grandpa,
treat other people the way
you treat me"
I give Samuel a look
"Okay"
I wonder more about my future.

a clear fall day
falling leaves
and it becomes color rain

a bright fall day
falling leaves
and becomes color snow

meeting or parting.

If you don't have
any regrets,
your present
no charm

Look at a birdbathing.

seize your destiny before it catches you.

Before marriage
"I won't make you suffer!"

With Love

After Marriage
"I'm sorry for making you suffer..."

A poem is like a painting.

nothing exists without color. human no different.

There was an angelfish
hard and soft
soft but simple
I think of colors
black
red
blue
white
on the palm of my hand
fluttering around
and then  falling
disappearing into
the water
couldn't get over the shock
of the ending
hiding in the rocky of the water grass
A single angelfish

Maybe it was you?

nothing
is
impossible

it
is
giving up.

(Best) Artwork, there is artificial naturalness.

The world exists as differences, not a discrimination.

mixing the darkness
by the gray storms
falling stars

drought-cracked
on the bottom of the reservoir
running frogs

After cutting water
with a sword
drinking politicians.

pleasure is sometimes useless, pain is always beneficial.

a good human are stars who treat not good people  well.

To restore the original state, That is life.

Railroad waits for the train
Train waits for the passengers

Poet is nervous
Poem is excited
Readers hesitate

And the terminus.

The dots
Walking over to
Until a dot becomes you
Waiting heart
That is love.

Do flowers fall because they are afraid of butterflies?

anger is stronger than revenge.

Love prevents the conceit of knowledge
Knowledge sees the direction of love.

All love is
tragic
absurdity
because two different beings
must become one

So
All love is beautiful.

a drawing of possibilities called the way.

one of nights
is deepening
as before
as go deeper
night loses its own color
after all,
night ends with a night of love
failing to keep promise
we leave each other
night says goodbye
to us.

- to Kim S. Churl

Imitation is the beginning but not the end
Creation is the end but not the beginning.

Lucy (always) laughed
Lucy (always) walked around
Lucy (always) shunned pleasure
Lucy (always) feared marriage
Lucy (always) loved mischief
Lucy (always) hated traveling
Lucy (always) shed tears
Lucy (always) criticized snobbish artists
Lucy (always) loved to walk
Lucy (always) loved poetry
Lucy (always) was ashamed of hypocrisy
Lucy (always) lived with me
Lucy (always) was on the clouds alone
Lucy always longed for love.

Prayer is a small love

Like a dandelion seed
Lightly
Dancing without rest
Riding the free wind
Flying far
To start life
In the barren land

Prayer
Denies the past and the future
Presents the present
Gives birth to the past and the future of the present

It makes distrust like love
But when seen with faith
Prayer shows love
Love shows prayer

Prayer is the unlimited
Water Reservoirs
In the rain of love.

The bridge between
practice and theory
that changes the world is
language, the most accurate
and
understandable,
logical language.

washing water
............
drinking water
               ............
viewing water
...........................

last night
       hugging tearing to love
                                    myriad of sound in
                                                                      Today.

Why
snow is more beautiful than rain

Rain flows
snow melts

Rain can't melt like snow
but snow can flow like rain.

They are compassionate
personable poses
smiling and
showing the joy of winning

They were for decades
how they risked their lives to write poetry
how they risked their lives to sell poems
since when.

Extremists are not brave. Because can't love peace.