When the moon rises
the night disappears
The disappeared night
enters my heart
I chase the starlight
The wind blows
where the starlight falls
and the lost lovers
shake the earth.

Black balloon
Black balloon
Hanging on a black string
Floating in the black sky
Then white winds appeared
and shook one of
the black balloons
While shaking
Black writing on black paper
It reveals good
things alone.

to help
rely on me
not solve
not bloom talent

to build
not rely on me
solve
bloom talent

we need both
while living

I love first of all
the latter.

making cooks
family
neighbors
friends
colleagues
the hungry, people
and even herself
makes them happy

I also want to
write poems
like my wife's cooking.

bunches of money has
blood and success
tears and sweat
but no love.

if you meet them
pretend to be dead.

1.  rat
2. lion
3. tiger
4. shark
5. dolphin
6. whale
7. crocodile
8. hyena
9. hippopotamu
10. deer
11. rabbit
12. elephant
13. rhino
14. fox
15. wolf
16. snake
17. eagle
18. poisonous ant
19. bee
20. no more?
21. cow
22. giraffe
23. a book
24. song
25. typhoon
26. earthquake
27. drought
28. flood
29. war
30. gun
31. drug
32. people.

in the gray-purple clouds
a eternal flower
with lips
blue wind
sending migratory birds
flying in curves
the birds
over the sea
in a half-moon sailboat
looking ahead to the future
looking ahead from it
beneath the ship
an orange waves
flows into the flower garden
of a loved one.

when you love
we become "other half"

you give too much
you bring too much
No

"other half",
balance of love,
seesaw ride
giving seat to someone:
a life of thanks

Let's be "other half"
now, in that place.

in order to exist
in this imperfect world
fusion of rotation and revolution
diversity is needed

if only rotation
is accepted
there are blood vessels
carry the blood of Life

take a look at cell phone.

Why you don't get annoyed
When i keep making demands
You will never accept.

I was so hungry
I'll go to the kitchen
I took out bowl of rice
to turn on the microwave
I opened the door
I had already put in
Today
forgetting to eat dinner
I wrote a poem

How long ago?

a piece of paper
of the finished poem
unfinished poems
papers
stained with discipline
i can't throw them away.

i know
i love you

i know
love can survive
with marriage

your confession
into our dining table

It is not enough.

scents of tear
tastes of laughter
and
comforts of suffering.

Several months ago
I met a good friend
We can talk about this and that
about political and personality
We eat once a month
together
He was going to be a doctor
but he gave up it and
to help the elderly
he has made up his mind
One day I asked him
official or administrative documents
application forms to read something like them
isn't it hard?
He answered
“I can read that stuff all night long
I'd rather read a product manual
than the product itself”
I answered
“I'm happy to spend all night
reading a masterpiece,
but I'm not happy to read
documents and user manuals
I can't even read a single page"
Even while eating
answer for complaints and demands
of old man
no time to look at me
“turn off your cell phone, even during mealtime"
“No, I can't, I'd be a doctor if I did.”
We finished
in the late fall sunshine
I vow to myself
for my precious friend
"I should write a short poem".

Thanks depend on giving, not harvesting.

ink joy
typewriter joy
paper joy
book joy
thinking joy
meeting joy
reader joy
and
enjoy myself.

connecting the islands
unviewable
seagulls
clouds
the wind
waves
starlight
trees
sands
fish
seaweed
and
unsuspecting travelers'
deep, deep and Deep
in their hearts
stillness.

circling around

it means
to be the center

also to be
rotation of orbits.

Daniel had a brother
Samuel grew up to be
a mighty man
not to lose to his brother
not to lose to his brother
struggling
Hustle
striving
Daniel
he had a fear of
losing to such a brother
losing to such a brother
He pushed his brother
without anyone knowing.
He said blunt words to him
without anyone knowing
He was crying alone
without anyone knowing
I saw these scenes
without anyone knowing
I remember
I used to do the same thing
I understand my grandson Daniel
But then today
they came over to play
and they played a lot and fell asleep
after a while
Daniel stroked brother's hair
without anyone noticing
and kissed the back of his hand
without anyone noticing
and hugged him
without anyone noticing
fearing Samuel would wake up
with a very careful mind
and then he went back to sleep.

I didn't I failed to do so.

Having won him
He raised his hand.

Someone said
“Marriage is the tomb of love”

I say
“Love is the grave of marriage”

The complete of marriage is love
The complete of love is marriage

Those who love and do not marry
Those who love without marrying

To them I want to say

“Love is the shadow of marriage
Marriage is the light of love”.

bad ****** expression
good impression

bad speaking expression
good impression.

to day
past or future
not staying.

You become what you believe
you will be made as you doubt.

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?

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 sing
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 sing
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.