in the Hourglass
The sands as numbers
Numerically

two worlds between "is and was"
Through the narrow gap
Crumbling time

after reversing
And count again
Numerically

the sands
Between moments of existence
Between existence of moments
Connect fears from both.

you must love
a star of the night
me. so
I sleep with you
a night in the stars.

In front of desk
reading a book
or writing poetry
by the window
looking out snowy landscapes
walking road to you
the sound of these moments
voice of desk
voice of book
voice of poetry
voice of window
voice of cell phone
voice of road
they are singing to us
“Love”.

without accepting differences
not loving them
difference is something
to be hated
but
only when it benefits them
USE
Why
differences exist?
because we have the power to love
those who ignore this capacity
they are the extremists

Look at human history!

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.......

not everyone is like that.

no one is ordinary.

don't try to drive out
darkness
to fill it with light

by changing them
make it light
let them coexist

darkness is in the light
becoming light
light is in the light
becoming darkness

of course
darkness and light
are different
so it is possible.

a curve is a meek straight line.

cold makes us
walk apart

cold brings us
closer together.

There is no past per se. It is only the past of the present.

happiness sets us free alone.

what you want to write
don't write it
also
don't give up

what you don't want to write
do write
but
give up

what you give up
surviving
what you don't want to write
writing it becomes poetry.

everybody
whispering

friends or strangers
all together
just can't pass by
say hello with eyes

“Spring is coming”

a time
I look up
standing you there
really
looking at me

everyone
whispering.

spring-colored flowers bloom
spring-colored earth blooms
spring-colored air blooms
spring-colored mountains bloom
spring-colored human
dance.

is true love
only true tears
nothing is Easy
No overflowing glasses
No love that doesn't hurt
No hat, no coat, no socks
No ***** nails, no shoes with holes in them
Nothing that doesn't hurt
even if no one comes to talk to you
No loneliness or pain
so it can be painful
today, precious day
money can't buy it
another tomorrow
another past
If you hold Van Gogh's hand.

buildings
scratching the sky

cars
scratching the asphalt

I
I am scratching your heart.

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!

Moonlight
                  In the snow

Snow
          In the moonlight.

destroy
without condition

conditional rebuild.
and if so Humans?

who will buying?
afresh
this inseparable separation?

who will selling?
anew
this untouchable touch.

tired of crying
two heart are shaking

tired of crying
eyelight are shaking

staggering steps
Arctic iceberg
unverse are dizzy

and then it stops
right hand
put it on the chest
your gift

our loves hurt
can conditional love
be this painful?

change Nationality

from a weak country
to a strong country

if possible
from a bad country to a good country
from a bad country to a good country if possible

is there a good country in the world?

probably not
strong is good
that strong is good

today
want to change
themselves......

a person whose torso
is made of snow
human
tree branch arms
red Button Nose
3 black buttons
charcoal hair
ear canal
no legs
but sings and dances
with hair fluttering.
all night long
driving the loneliness
from the rooms
as soon as the night closes
snowman
disappeares into
people's eyes.

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.

without reading
moving the world
poetry books

unknown
moving this earth
our lives.

first
second and third
parting lovers
defeated by the world
of strongman

also
today nowhere
they can go
for victory
with wings of love.

I am a deep darkness
of the light
                   from your heart.

In this hospital
they can't see the future
they can't see the past
they can't touch the movement
of the present
and invisible white lines
are stretched out
where silence and stillness
and the scent of teacups lingers
when we turn the doorknob
I open a book of poetry on the table
lines of the world of healing
the words wriggle out
and come out of the book
and design the future
and bring the past out
and turn on the light
the bell of healing is pealing.

No matter how good work
if it is not done with love
it will be in vain

No matter how evil work
if it is done with love
it will bear fruit.

O Leo cookies
I don't like them
I don't want them
I don't want to love with them
But they seem so good
I want to eat them
So I
end up
eating one bag
My stomach is bubbling
My head is spinning
So I eat the lovely apple
I calmed down
a few weeks later
Today
I'm eating the whole box of
O Leo cookies again
Right Now.

You wore white shining clothes
And walked across the four seasons,
And the deep blue sea
Under the high sky and clouds
And crossed the high and rugged mountains
While receiving the love of someone
we couldn't help
And made everyone you met
Love each other
And made them fall in love.

Who am I to you?

In good situation
emotionally

In bad situation
rationally

neither good nor bad
In situations

let them fight
with each other.

the weakest hardship
not unrighteousness

the strongest hardship
not hatred

with them
I want go the way of love.

you should never be weak, but you should always be meek.

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.

the coolest people are the ones who make you wait.

using enemy boss
by killing allied
we shall win.

an honest frown is better than a fake smile.

as you love, so you reap.

you
hurt me
and you left

I
can't hurt
and I await.

If you can't make your
dream comes true
let it go
but if
if you don't forsake
it will surely
yours.

from then on
the second hand of a clock ticks
like the sound of lightning
Quickly
heard it
from the darkness.

because I love you
I can't answer
because I love you.

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.

water drops hanging
on the branches of winter trees
in each one
universe hangs and shines
The spectacle of the creation
they show
running out
from the deep and deep
falling
approaching
high and low
narrow and wide
The fragrance of buds
cries out
"Do not cover in fear........"

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.