I have never seen such a beautiful
sunrise like sundown
sky like a quilt
clouds like a quilt
free as the wheels of a train
with the same feeling
sunrise to sunset
sunset to sunrise
coloring the air, it flows

I have never seen such a beautiful
parting like love
sky as a pillow
cloud as a pillow
free as the windows of a train
with the same feeling
love to parting
parting to love
coloring the world, it flows.

there is a Tree
spring is coming
summer goes by
fall comes
leaves of various shapes and colors
becoming fallen leaves
and pile up
they are stepped on and trampled
into winter. And
winter is bringing
spring.

in order
without disorder

we can't live
for a moment

in animal cage
there is also no peace.

for Lenna

They were weak
They were unconditionally hated

They always felt love
They only wanted peace

And now

They became strongest
They are hated unconditionally

They always feeling hate
They are only wanting war.

island.......is land.

the islands
one by one
separately
fighting with the waves
funning with the waves
embracing with the waves

a Island are islands

the islands
under the waves
becoming A Island
meeting the land.

it can going
any direction

single path

risks of backtracking

widening
the narrow road

traffic jams
head-on collisions
AVOID

unrequited love.

Hill.............Heal.

infinite is in finite.

solitudes that are not lonely
an organic sleeping pill
anyone can have
anyone can care for by it
anyone can be anyone's parent with it
, lt is to be
anyone's child,
anyone's friend
A flower in the field
A slice of bread In the tears
rocks and streams
flowing deep in the trees
hidden in them and says
"You are welcome"
to the frozen streets of winter
you are windows
in dignity
under the curtains
Your commuting sounds of the night
You
our innocent laughter
Now,
The day begins with
your springtime till the end.

He takes proud of
his sins
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
his ruthless
and yet
there are people who love him

He takes proud of
his strong
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
do-as-you-wish
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
his hurting
and yet
there are those who love him

There is much more to say
but when he knows
about love
he will remain a myth of Sisyphus

You know who he is, right?

what can't be recycled? except humans.

not giving up on my life
every moment
I give up myself.

really
all the glaciers
in the Arctic and Antarctic melt?

Will the earth be submerged?
is there someone other than
humans who owns the earth?

Will nature become more primitive?
Who is painting
such poignant beauty?

You
don't think of me
when you're in a good mood?

I
think of you more
when I'm in a good mood!

don't doubt
alienated people
can't move the world

don't tremble
night is coming
with darkness

don't vibrate
that day is coming
sun is setting

it will vanish like the dawn
it will be as rich as poverty

It is a lonely morning.

You love me
                     We love you each other...
                                    I love you you love me.

run from the pleasure of bluffing
come back out and make your choice
run to the pleasure of love.

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

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.

where it shines
empty
deep empty
like the eye of storm
plains,
the plains of Mongolia
unfilled but
it is filling us up
like the rain in the drought.

do not fear
four 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.

father makes children
equally love us
if knew
would not have tried to be filial
I.

a drawing of possibilities called the way.

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.

sleepless
outside the window at dawn
following the whispers of the forest
following the silences of the trees &
chasing their waves
Today's day unfolds
The figure of the morning thrown
Pal is ades Park
long long time ago
a piece of diamond
the solid Past
came on the train of Time
let's put up a fight again
tumbling in the palm of the hand
overflowing
Haze's bridge to the future
breeze...air...blow
with the triplets
This day
in the footsteps of sturdy emptiness
it leaves a trace
rehashing the obvious lies.

winds make the blades of grass
, happy
, angry
, sad
, joyful
, feeling
, seeing
, tasting
, speaking
, hearing
, touching
, and then the heartless hours
roll back into the future:
NOW.

Ink,
flavor that still tempts me
color green,
and black,
red,
but there is no white
like there is no black note
two flavors we cannot see
to make a better world
circle,
a triangle,
squares,
but we cannot see them
drawn in pen
words in ink will be
tomorrow?

rough waters
an endless sea of doom
sailors and passengers,
and the captain
are still sailing
Clouds over a blue sea
The moonlight becomes fog
and the stars twinkle
Taste like porridge
an atmosphere of hopelessness,
a ship in pieces,
and the harbor in their eyes
It is beckoning.......
Now, one by one, the peoples are lowered
the old man,
the women,
the children.
And then it is our turn
shivering in the freezing cold
Closer and closer to the sea
bells ring
people left behind gathered
at the top of the ship
But a boat appear
And it is a bigger boat than a big ship
A Lighthouse Keeper
running toward US
We get on the boat
on the extremist waves.

With bad habits
Deep in my right leg
A small blood vessel clogged
Because of the pain in my right leg
I couldn't walk properly
20 years ago,
after surgery
the doctor said
“You're going to wear
the strongest compression stockings
for the rest of your life
You'll always be standing on two legs
at all times.”
since then,
I've been able to stand on my feet
even when it's over 100 degrees Fahrenheit
my wife complimented me on them
I'm walking well, standing well, running well
And today,
I'm here to tell
since a year ago.
hesitating, hesitating, hesitating.
I received my wife's permission
40 years ago,
to write poetry, to do research
typewriter
kicked out of the computer
I bought again it
for 150 dollars
My wife asked
“Do you really have to write on a typewriter?”
sound of the typewriter
typewriter ribbons that leave a trail of wrong things
I love them
I said
“Now typewriter is like medical stocking pair"
She laughed and held my hand.

just throwing to the wind
just seeing forest
just looking up to the clouds
neither sow nor reap
just watching a little bird
in the sprawling sky.

“I bought this apple
thinking
it would be delicious
but it is not.”
“apple is just as good
whether it is tasty or not”
“Yes, but...”
as it breaks into pieces
the apple says
“the same for people.”

spring permeates into late winter
winter permits early spring.

good villain more dangerous than bad villain.

When the family goes to the beach
The adults jump into the waves
and sleep under the sun
they press their hats down
they whisper loves as they walk along the beach
The seagulls in flocks
looking for abandoned prey
they doesn't dream
from the horizon
watching for signs of an approaching ship
reading a book
For a men and a woman under the parasol
time does not pass
nor they shall not have the pleasure of labor
When the family goes to the beach
The children gather and play
and put their heads together
and build sand palaces
and watching the waves wash over them
Smiles..........

to receive with love is to leave with love.

Guillotine fear is ******* into
the tunnel of frozen air
Mountain peaks watching from afar
becoming a writer's blade
White edge of manuscript paper
trembling
Night Winter prepares to leave. Already.
It hesitates at a fork
over wild cat's eyes
you say, "Come again"
It prepares to leave It
makes a moan
Mixing vinegar and hot peppers
Falls and falls and falls
The glasses come off
in the corner
The ice hockey player
In between life and death in an unjust war
Van Gogh's two eyes
Chopin's two hands
And with the vibration of a throbbing pulse
spring permeates into late winter
Winter permits early spring.

permeate.......permit.

We have
in front of the two-pronged path
always
hesitate
Which path will we choose?
If not
You are not a person
Again
At what age
when you want to make a different choice
If you don't regret it
you are not human.

Whatever joy flows
        even the rivers of love
        the sky of love
        the starry sea of love
flow like the joy of love

deep, deep, deep
get ****** into
                           silence of the abyss
into silence of the deep abyss

just bread soaked with
       regret and tears
it just goes down throat

The first laugh of the first meeting
30 years ago
                     becoming joy
                     It flows away.

Love is the cause of breakups
The result of love is separation
In between is life.

I am
why love began
but I don't want to know
how
how your love began
now,
I want to know
I want to hear the answer
but only echoes float by
Because I can't
The words of love
I made
I want to read them.

early morning
when the hard day begins
at rush hour
people waiting for the bus
standing in a line
every day
the same time
in the same place
without greeting
without conversation
without shaking
Heads down
looking at a cell phone
waiting in the line
same people
standing upright
With an ecstatic expression.

Tears of sunshine glisten thereat
road to there bathe in moonshine
Gazing faraway my eye watching
unseen a man who long since left

- Missing Dad

Piano have
white and black keys
The beautiful melody of music
comes up with
pianist's balance and mutual touch
there is no piano with only white keys
there is no piano with only black keys
see composer player Chopin
he did not play in favor of them
Similarly
All colors without favoritism
Gogh made night into morning
Painted with it
We need a boss
like them

It is urgent.

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.

As the days go by
Tomorrow is far away
The past fades away

The sky is high
The clouds are flowing
making rivers
and draw pictures on the earth

Endless fields of corn
The road

The corn
waving their beards together
and laughing
baring their teeth
with their arms open
Let's call someone
Between the arms
an echo passes through arms
and wet the farmer's chest
and wipe away the their
sweats and tears
and drips down the back of
the farmer's hand
raindrops..........

As the days go by
Tomorrow is coming
The past is coming

Too.

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.

I let myself from
my own life
now,
I am not the master
I should have done
once upon a time
do not throw it away.

Tears of sunshine glisten on the there
And the road to it is bathing moonlight
Gazing into faraway my eyes watching
An unseen man who has long since left.

- Missing Dad