rainy Day
raindrops fall from the ceiling
father, facing his beloved family
drunkenly
he flailed his hands
he cursed
It was an attack on his inability to work
his inability to work.
room was a mess
household goods
shattered and scattered
door was blown off
father disappeared into the hard rain
for two hours
for two hours
in the rain for two hours
and in the end
we didn't find father
up the hill
up the hill
on the roof
sitting with an umbrella.

so song your love
the old days

our love waves flew
to river
from your point

you and me
couldn't live each other

together now.

Please
Aim
INSIDE
(           )
Till
The Last Moment
To Keep
The World  Clean

Thank You.

You are night in the day of mine
You are lighthouse in the sea of mine
You are feet in the road of mine
You are heart in the soul of mine
You are earth in the moon of mine
You are star in the love of mine
You are wall in the room of mine
You are rock in the forest of mine
You are flower in the mountain of mine
You are turtle in the race of mine
You are cell in the body of mine
You are period in the poem of mine
You are chopstick in the finger of mine
You are window in the wall of mine
You are music in the score of mine
You are key in the piano of mine
You are freedom in the equality of mine
You are word in the book of mine
You are air in the world of mine
You are dawn in the cave of mine
You are ice in the freezer of mine
You are blossom in the winter of mine
You are ink in the pen of mine
You are shower in the baths of mine
You are blood in the body of mine

Because I am yours.

to give a soul
we enjoy a rose thorns
with empty paper

you can't sing
with empty world
to receive a vision of still

(the burden of shoulders
story of the people
stretch to leave).

"going home in the rain".

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.

sunshine in the raindrops
sunshine of the raindrops
sunshine for the raindrops
sunshine with the raindrops
sunshine around the raindrops
sunshine into the raindrops
Sunshine from the raindrops

raindrops from the sunshine
raindrops into the sunshine
raindrops around the sunshine
raindrops with the sunshine
raindrops for the sunshine
raindrops of the sunshine
Raindrops in the sunshine

on swinging clothesline.......right now.

At the bottom of her
shameful pain overflows
Sometimes
accusing fingers
of the unpleasantness

without normalcy
Her bottom life
there is a landscape of labor

ungraded
the love of us all
Unclimbed.

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.

We have lost everything we have
Seeds carried by the wind
Plagues carried by ships and horses
Polluted the valleys and fields and the sky
And took away our lives

Here and there
Our lives have become animalistic
And tamed
And lost the benefit of challenge
The persuasion from their swords
Polluted the earth with blood
And took away our families in home

The endless horizon
On the endless horizon
Only a silent cruelty that blew white dust
Shaked the sky
Maked the lakes of the sea
And took away our love

We have been trampled to the point
Where we cannot fight to regain
What we have lost
The dances of sacred signs
Knowing no shame or shame
Made the forest and the sky meet
And made the sea of ​​air a desert

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.

parents love their children
more than
they love themselves

same for poets.

what your loved ones can't do
for you
do not covet it.

I
my favorite poet's poem
wrote it down vebatim
I discovered
I realized wrong word
it stopped and
I discovered
I changed “aim” to “enemy.”
while trying to fix it
right away
I fell into deep thought

my enemy was my aim.

my aim was
my enemy
after some reflection

how fortunate
I am that
I didn't win this fight.

don't win, don't lose...then you victory.

don't win, don't lose.

The reason for learning the laws
is not to use them
but to avoid using them in situations
where they are not needed

The laws are not to be memorized
to be understood
alone

The people who make misfortune
are those who memorize the laws
without understanding them
in order to use them
(absolutely).

A woman
in a black teacup

Looks up

while stirring

The "not too strong fragrance"

pick up
the struggling woman and
embracing fog of coffee

And drink the reduced "not too hot"
amor
agape
eros of her
songs of skylark

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

to Eunice

they are
without sowing
but reap

they are
but reap
with sowing.

Time
has no speed
why we feel the speed of time?

Poetry
has no sparkle
why we feel the beauty of poems?

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.......

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

When thoughts make reality past
they become delusion

When thoughts make reality the future
they become illusion

When thoughts change reality
they become imagination.

I think
imagination important
in everything we do
If you don't have imagination,
you're a machine

I think
imagination starts with reality
and ends with reality

I think
Imagination
power to change the current reality
and create a new, improved reality

I think
imagination an amazing ability
that only humans have
But unfortunately,
as we are dominated by machines
our imagination

I think
imagination is getting weaker and weaker

I think
Imagination doesn't change
reality is an illusion
it is fantasy or delusion swirls
in the minds of modern people

I think
Imagination
this an unimaginable blessing
If we don't turn a blind eye to reality.

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......

Evergreens
They are lonely even
when they are together
Because the gorgeous trees block
between them

When spring comes
There are no new shoots
When summer comes
There are no petals
When fall comes
There are no fruits

When winter comes
The freezing air
The wind blows
The trees
Survive in their underwear
Shivering from the cold
Fall down one by one

They endure on one meal a day
And greet the new year
in the solitude

Evergreen tree
They spend the old year
With calm patience
With unchanging love

When the icicles shine
They are not lonely
Even when they are apart.......

go
another waiting
for you

wait
another going
to you.

I try to live like you
Because I like you.

never been
on a date
my diary

when I was young
didn't do homework
my notes.

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.

I am
held
in that places


faith
hope
love

these things together
where i must live
laugh always.

do not fear
our strong winds
obey without resistance
go into the torrential downpour
that threatens to shake you down
stay there be still
will catch the boomerang
that is not too late.

even you don't like
if they approach you
you don't block them

even you love
if they leave you
you don't hold them.

even in the east
and in the west
light piled up in darkness

I look out and see
wolves and sheep
there is no difference

they can't keep it away
with fireworks
and breaking windows

immeasurably
in the distance
the little stars whisper

“please don't let us be seen?
In broad daylight.......”

sparks and shards of glass
do not become stars.

in a dead end
where to go
without knowing the direction
and you're wandering
you're obsessed with
favorite thing
throw away it
and you'll see
your tomorrow.

Ship
when in port
safe
however
value of the ship
zero

Human being
when in no hardship
safe
however
value of Human being
zero.

I am
I have been chasing
a life that has been kicking out

I am
I have been destroying
before fate has been kicking out.

In some places
ominous bird

In some places
auspicious

Some days
When I see
I feel good

Some days
when I see
I feel bad

If I see only one
I lonely
If I see a crowd
I feel scary

Black
embraces all colors
Even itself

perhaps
overflowing love?

Like the wind
shakes the forest
revealing its secret
every time I look at

Good Morning
Good night
Good Day

They are
delight
glory
joy with us.

when you admit you're wrong
no boomerang

if you deny wrongdoing
boomerang powerful.

the best thing you can do is to admit you're wrong.

The worst thing you can do is not admit you're wrong.

If you have people
like you
by your side
you will not fail and will perish

If you have people
who criticize you
by your side,
you will fail but will not perish.

a flower
listens from the voice
of cool stones
patience of the frozen time
with lavender honey of
anti-progressive
anti-change
anti-wave
flowers carve in the stone

flowers blooming both side of the road
we walk and the cries of the stones
on the road we walk
with moments of silence
stones carve in a single flower

Don't stop
Grow while carve

homecoming of dancer of
flowers in the stone

Listen to their play.......

anything in this nothing
2. anything in this nothing
3. anything in this nothing
4. anything in this nothing
5. anything in this nothing
6. anything in this nothing
7. anything in this nothing
8. anything in this nothing
9. anything in this nothing
your love alone.

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.

Do not cover reality
Do not amplify reality.

the traitor is betrayed... with an greater betrayal.

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.