The root of all games is running
The root of all art is selflessness.

Oath: my words=LP record noise.

Lamp...childhood sumer
Chair...best friend
Cup...first love
Door...hospital greetings
Space...mom & baby
Time...baby & dad
Bird...spring lake
Branch...heavy snowfall
Sky...Gogh's letters
Wall...prison freedom
Table...hungry families
Darkness...(childhood) night move.

Frying egg
light
Yellow
White
One egg
Gradually
To hot heat
Fried:
Their own party.

Always looking left and right
Approaching me with family
With your eyes
Fragrance
Your gentleness
Avoiding the enemy
With your delicate legs
Rather than your beautiful horns
Escaping the trap
with patience.

I am more peaceful
going to my village library

than going to
the New York Macy.

It is maternal love
because
it experiences creation
separation from
unity.

It seems that
those who receive help
from others

They can create
a new wave
politics is the same.

if you have too much observational skill
it is great for writing poetry

but it seems like
it makes interpersonal relationships difficult

it is polite
not seeing what you shouldn't see

right?
that is right.

do not be
a friend of
Time
Space in Mone and Proud

pick it up
your talent
on your cheek

when coming
your destiny

do not tremble
do not be afraid

your life unfolds
next to you
there is your poem

a word falling on barbed wire
thinking about it
Pen.....

Money can't stop passion.

be angry, never win.
make them angry, never lose.

In poetry
above poetry
before poetry
there is no judgment
no discrimination
Poetry is a trick
Poetry is ambiguity
Poetry is not a trend
a fresh walk...
You have the simplicity of love
It is in you.

All gone
and now you're the only one left
Nothing to eat
Nothing to drink
No home
No place to go
play
Read
All gone
and now you're the only one left
Last of the last
I'm proving it before you
I see it today
What was left in your heart
That I am the only one.

sudden shower
empty night street
dancing starlight.

beauty...islands...isolation
               moonlit
               tides
               songs of cloud
               beach
               together
               connection.

All poems
good or bad
It must be lovely

All poems
non-evaluation
It is savor.

Dark red
above
Beyond the horizon
Dark yellow sky
left
Pine tree
Trembling branches
Pine leaves
and
like a seagull
A bird that doesn't know the name
Fly...

Blind
Exclusive
Rude
My love of hypocrisy
After meeting you
Love is not "For", but "To"
I learned from
Challotte
All the roads to you
It became poems
It became heart rhythm.

A true friend you have because you love the enemy.

I am correcting the poem
Afternoon April coming into the window
It was so beautiful
I couldn't help but go out

I sat in front of my desk again
Think about it

A famous writer or an unknown writer
Respecting together
Our publisher
Proud

Famous or unknown
Focusing on the writer
Our publisher
Lovely

When the time comes
Famous and unknown change seats
Knowing this wisdom
Our publisher is great

If I get a little bored
Borrowed from the library
Video movie, "The Walker"
I should see it once more.

- For Austin Macauley Publisher

Don't compare it with others, compare it with yourself!

In this world
The most difficult thing
It's always a busy business

Businessman
They are the person
who does the hardest work

The most dangerous job
The business
By bringing best profits
You must give the great love

If not
You fall into a scammer.

You give me red in yellow
      I give you yellow in red

I give you green in blue
          You give me blue in green

No matter what emotions
We send and receive

We share together the color of love.

About someone
About someone's possession
If you're jealous
If someone is jealous of me
We are clearly a valuable person
We are clearly a precious person

If you tears jealousy
Foolish
Lazy
Selfish
Hypocritical
Unattractive
With these people
Will be completely different

fraud
gambling and addiction
It is a vaccine of these things

Oh, and those who are jealous
Do not want war
Jealous
Because they don't try to lose
Love

To conquer
If you can shed sweat of jealousy.......

One person is ashamed
standing
embarrassingly
lingering
at sunset
there is no place to go
no power to walk
The person to see
even those who come to see
does not exist
Even found yourself
you are also found
does not exist
Look at the distance
it will be different
it will be different
does not exist
Looking up at the mountains
mountain trees
Color Sound Animals Plant Rock Trail
Soil Moss River Lake Lights
Villa Bird Clouds Winds
What else is there?
East West South North
There is no existence like me anywhere
There is no
single & bleak
My heart is looking for a place to go
let's see
different but not different
They are distinguishable
who are not other
shaking hands one another
hug together
by changing the shoes
running
dragging
walking towards one place........
Like them
solo but connected
People.

Accept with love, your will will be done.

To endure a cruel day
after the prayer
sit on an old table
collect both hands
look out the window
like the rising sun
Hot and Cruel
the day begins
drinking a coffee scent
let's open the door of the day
with only heart
The quiet heart shakes
The turbulent sea,
i see an invisible workplace
Well -grilled
as the white bread pops out
"good morning"
Surprised by greetings
Like greeting me while eating
also i give a gesture to the day
it will be life.

If you hate it
It's noisy without saying

If you love
It's quiet even if you talk.

The teacher's joy
Disciples are better than yourself

Parents' joy
Children are better than yourself

The couple's joy
Spouse is better than yourself.

Rather than a gift for a reason
Gifts without reason
More beautiful
Is it possible?

Pain
If you understand
It becomes joy.

There is a calculation
There is no understanding.

It is more valuable
the understood defeat
than the calculated victory.

Do not fight
If you fight, you can lose
If you don't fight
You can't lose.

You have to pruning well
the tree is not
necessarily healthy
pruning is to control greed
People do not get all of them.

Human
Shield
Spear
No
They are human alone.

On that road

Always excitement and regret

Even if everything is lacking

And joy and

Even if the pain of first love and first rebellion

I see

Slowly, very slowly

Savoring the time

Recalling the scenery and neighbors that have not changed

To hide my changed appearance

To get rid of my shadows

I greet politely

To the trees that have not changed

To the path, the stream, and the clouds

I wave my hands

And those
I hated
Running from afar

Waving their bodies like waves

To me

On the invisible road

Running to me..........

Reading is
the hardest thing

It is work of experiencing
value of existence

and its high and low

So
as we get older

we distance ourselves from reading

and only a few

still fall in love with reading
more and more
as the days go by

Spring, summer, fall, and winter

Oh! Reading,
a privilege unique to humans.

DON'T MAKE OPPORTUNITY
IT MUST COME
DON'T MISS THAT MOMENT.

OPPRESSION MAKES
ENEMIES

LIBERTY MAKES
FRIENDS

BECAUSE

WE ARE THE WARRANT OF ALL THINGS.

some gave me
recovery from hurt

some gave me
humility from pride

some gave me
self-esteem from apathy

some You didn't give me
nothing but
you never left my side.

The master is hope
The slave is destiny

The relationship between them
Grace and Obedience

The master's place
The slave's place is also

u...n...f...i...x...e...d

If there is love.

running days
running weeks
running months
running years
running lives
learning one lesson from these.

poems cool
Anthology cool
publisher cool
readers cool
bookstore cool
in a big way
A poet are so cool.

Me: "You love me, don't you?"
You: "......."
Me: "Why aren't you talking?"
You: "I already told you"
Me: "I didn't hear you"
You: "Don't ask until you hear"
Me: "......."

Today's Day
Too Long
Your Silence
My Time
Holding On.