that is where
the end of the endlessness.

The meaning of all existence is to help the activity of love.

my favorite poets

JK
RP
WW
FGL
MS
SP
CB
PN
ON
JR
AG
WW
PS
BB
RC
JM
EB-RB
RB
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I put them in a bookshelf
out of sight
hidden away

Childhood Picnic Treasure hunt

still,
treasures boggle
mind and make
Joy overflows.

if really you love me
please let me know

like a heavy rain song
like a heavy snow view

so that
I can run to you closer.

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).

owning a lot of money although
not dependent on capital
but is it possible?
look at them.

destroy
without condition

conditional rebuild.
and if so Humans?

don't confuse, good at speaking, saying good word.

there is no successful businessman without failing,
there is no successful poet without self-betrayal.

I shouted
"It is love"

echo..........es

At the bottom of the well
In a room without a door
In the mountains of the rivers

The echo rings
"NO words".

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?

Abuse of power, reaping evil fruits from good seeds.

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.

If you live with this thought
coming soon
any day
have to say
"Good-bye",
a beautiful day with
good people
good events
good feelings
will approach and
be your side,
Good-by.

down to down
flow like water
frugal gesture.

autumn foliage are Sacrifice
evergreen is Constancy

sacrifice and constancy
like a bridge and a river

in the Life.

On the room door
towards the dartboard
one
two
three
threw an arrow
even if i threw it
dozens of times
couldn't hit the target
perfect spot
so i painted
a hating face
immediately
i shot
the last remaining arrow
hit exactly
perfect score!

fighting because we're defferent than
fighting because we're the same
less dangerous more.

If you love them, you don't run away, even if you hide.

Whatever form of poetry you write
don't break your relationship
with realism

This world is beautiful

No matter what
situation you're in
it can change like that.

clouds...sandy beach...gentle waves...jagged grass...broken trees...sunlight...moss...flowers...pebbles....rocks...cliff...de­ers...beatles....duccks...wind......people....men....women...old men...young kid...various races...paths...loner....youth...families...neinghbors...signs...­lake...fish...fighter...fallen leaves...bicycle...stroller...puppy...laughter...fresh air...birds...old story...book...life...communication...smile...bug...insects...soi­l...slide...whisper...see-saw.

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.

water
flows down

water in the tree
flows upward.

even if
the visible environment is different
the invisible love is not.

The power to increase profits
by selling unlisted shares
after increasing the corporate value
to the highest level

The power to enjoy the joys
of life while maintaining
the best health
in physical examinations.

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.

If you love, you can drink without uncapping beer bottle.

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 matters is where it doesn't matter.

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.

stream
Gentle sun lights
Countable Fogs
Revealing fire
Brilliant
Dancing grasses
Pebbles
Dozing birds
Thirsty
Dreaming air
Slowly but changing
Solving problems
Pearl of sands of dirt soil
Signs of love
They live with these families.

It's too hot
windows up and
nonchalantly
I look at the red brick wall next door

in the meantime
a fragile maple tree trunk
holding the square holes of the mosquito net
and is climbing up

My room
My desk
My bed
looking at my clothes

How happy am I?

Even in the midst of the winter to come
without pulling down the blind
Nor will I lower the windows

I'll be able to say hello to the neighbors
I've never spoken to before

What a joy!

Can i do it?

WAVING IN THE WIND

Now,
I will never be lonely at night.

with the cat's eyelight
Fog fogs of the time
walking slowly
in hard seconds.

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.

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.....

If one is wrong

everything is wrong

so it doesn't exist.

last summer,
the best for me
Terry gave 300 dollars as a birthday gift
The money left for him
It's only one dollars
still, his eyes are full of tears
for me from the heart
listening to music
I have been thrown away
after breaking down
It is not once or twice
(Autumn showers are dropping with a thick voice)
With this good thing
The music that gives comfort and peace
I listened hard. I listened so hard
In the end, it was broken
I tried several times
It was in vain
As before,
I tried to throw it away generously
this time, not music
Terry's voice and laughter came in
always believe and cheer
just never angry
over 10 years
I hear a message of friendship
I put it in the best place in my library
I'm waiting
from Ohio to this place
I'm waiting for coming again.

Naturalness is a sign of love.

Without crossing it
how
a great contribution
for humanity

Can you do it?

I am more peaceful
going to my village library

than going to
the New York Macy.

my wife and I
argue and fight often
not getting away

neighbors think
between us
we have something.

water-soaked
beans,
made from crushed
comforting color,
comforting aroma,
you,
square and stable
who filled us with blessings
every morning
in the childhood
a handful tofu,
and the broken glass windows,
and through the cracks of broken wooden doors
You came out dancing from them
enveloped us
vapor of wisdom and the soul &
best food in prison
after release
the first thing they should eat
you, a Tofu
It is not a coincidence
like Raffle.

unknowing
look at
beautiful

knowing
look at
painful.

black and white era
color era
none
like in a movie.

It should be based on certainty
not uncertainty.

as moon is tilting
overflowed
a sad scent
with my signs
foggy
and envelop me.

where does joy come from?
from outside
from within
from above
from below
from success
from failure
where does it come from?
Don't try to find it somewhere
it is making the light of love bright
oil, oil is joy
for its own sake
everywhere.

a traitor doesn't act like traitors.

all can't look at yours
shakes of branches of love
it is not visible

a love shows all
from sunset to sunrise

in the clouds a rainbow is a circle

seasons
streams
stars
a love...a tree...a rainbow

we know
they are in the time
of the snow *****
on the railroad stringers.

in those days
i really needed it

not
now know

will it ever be?
an old friend.