This moment is also happy because
(this moment) will end

It is not the beginning of misery.

whether you have talent
or not,
the only thing
you can rely on is
"practice amount".

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.......

Love sent me a letter
without paper
and no stamps
unreadable
baffling letter.

It seems that
those who receive help
from others

They can create
a new wave
politics is the same.

Peace one another
Love one another
Forgive one another
Repent one another
Embrace one another
Before that
Hate it.

acceptance is conditional, love is unconditional.

quickly
imagine
future

slowly
look around
present

deep
watch
past

Life is a art.

water purifier
Ice fragments pouring
from the plastic box
and filling the cup
make a sound
becoming water
To be the blood of lovers
their songs sing
not to turn one
but the sacrificial passion
and an offering of love offered
by two of one.

There is no way we won't meet.

there is no love, there is no value.

Moving forward without purpose to meet purpose.

those who strike
with fear of vengeance
sleepless

those who are struck
with peace of forgiveness
dreaming.

An
elephant caught
in a spider's web and
struggling.

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.

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.

Anyone can
about rain
can sing
take pictures of it
can paint
can write poetry
as a lost cloud
walk in the rain
without an umbrella
without you
But the rain is not the object
Rain works
for being to be love itself.

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

In the tempting world
to be a loser
someone's free ride
a song
the triangular triangle of time
a red colors
the emergency exit between
chosen silences
a wailing still
these tremors
beauty of empty cities
is ****** into sleep.

-from Franz Kafka

spring...greener
summer...blue
fall...dark blue
winter...pale blue

In every wind, there's an ocean.

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

without thinking about money
whatever you taste
This is the best

without letting result control
whatever you author
This is the best.

Open your secret place
Write a poem
O pen

They aren't good speaker or orator
They are wise poet or questioner.

unable to see dark shadows
cannot hear the sound of pain
does not dream of a rose-colored future
always waves hands
like waves on the ocean.

I'm your branch of branches
because
I love you.

abandoned by the bank
one branch of the Lucky Tree
brought home
and
divided it into three parts
and then
filled three glass jars with clean water
and stuck them one by one
One day
Two days
Three days
one week
A month later
as luck
at the very top
sprouted from the top
again
A few days passed and
I was surprised
the center of the stem was hollowed out
And then
little by little,
it was becoming a leaf.

when I rang the doorbell
heavy snow fell
and hid the paths of aloneness
having lost my way
I looked for a stone
and stepped on it
The snow melted
and showed me the path to take
beyond the end of the road
the islands of Privacy
I have to go there
and make the waves
without you.

small trees
in a field of yellow grass
Nearby
bending and
the shadows of old trees
curved and dried up
covering the grass
Over it
Emptiness flies
with the arrow of Vulcan
gray winds colors the sky
And a labor-exhausted man
sits down
with his right elbow on his left knee
and watches the hours
of the deepening nightmare
with someone else
among the scattering snowflakes.

set the Sky on Fire
catch the Cuckoo Song
hold on to the morning dewdrops
hold on to the pains of life
unwind them in the poetry.

will try to fly no more
It will climb step by step

Giving up the top
and go down

Not by my will
I'll climb no more

In a world that goes round and round
I won't run like a squirrel

Without breaking down the walls
I'll crawl over it

To tear it down
is not to get rid of

I will lazy no more
Slowly. Very slowly I will find it

The refuge of love.

The lowest places
petalless branches
stems dipped
in the deep blue expanse of the sea

Twisted, twisted into S
branches have bark
that becomes dirt
that becomes sand

Low cliffs
through the cracks
in the rocks
roots deep and burrowed

On the mountain just across the way
white and yellow
in the glorious sunlight,
a friend faces
and says good morning,
"this is the beginning".

I am
I have been chasing
a life that has been kicking out

I am
I have been destroying
before fate has been kicking out.

all different things
have equal
there is only one value
We are human beings.

At that place
All kinds of junk are piled up
for decades,
my youth and
My old age is vibrating
secret garden
all flowers are in full
enduring the end of the world
time is saved
with my lip
with my ears
the breathing of my eyes
seesaw
love blossoms,
A new day on Earth is sprouting
my basement.
I am drawing the stairs
leading there.

- instead of Alan

Repeatable

"I am sorry"
"Thank you so much"

There is no shortage.

with love, not discrimination
prove all

even if you disagree
do not discriminate, but love.

all literature must be fact
just in different proportions
the rest of fiction
the facts become truth
to cintribute
only then
poems turn into
the oil of the light
of Reality:
the painful sighs of the world.

Make that point of time
not too fast
not too slow
not too
Focus
to the one you love
not you.

when open eyes
what you see is not love

when close eyes
what see is love

whether open eyes or close
what see is you alone.

Imitators hate new things
Creationists hate old things.

what thought
saying
what said
when live with them
happiness is created.

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.

It is not vain
for tomorrow
if
we live like ants
today.

rock rock rock
make waves to falls
          no regret
          know regrets

river river river
make leavers from falls
          no goal
          know goals.

wife thinks first
of the children
I think first
of my wife
so sometimes I fight.

Hanging from a rotten rope
i look for you
on the white sandy beach
a shining grain of sand
i seek you

You are
in my ocean
the only one ship
emergency exit

I am in this world
to dream
of happiness
as a life prisoner.

fear the fearless, they're too weak.

it is a work hard
also
it is a hard work
so
we are enjoying with them.

I think that a mistake
that can be fixed can
actually
be a stepping stone to progress

I think it's futile to accuse someone
of not knowing such basics

I think
respect is not respect for big things
but respect for small things

for me who hasn't trained
enough literature
respect for such small errors
gives me inspire

fixing themselves
stand still
with respect.