"hug me”
four years old Jack
while sobbing
ever.

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.

the freezing ocean
flowing
high and sharp
like a pure white iceberg
when the unrighteous see it.
scary and
when the righteous see it
they feel friendly
becpmes such a human.

Imitators hate new things
Creationists hate old things.

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

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

It comes from
not loving what you do, but from
pride in craving to accomplish

A clingy person
cannot love what he does
with prejudice
from the extreme of selfishness

It is impatience to reap without sowing

In the end
not being able to sob.

As I slowed down at the intersection
I looked in my left rear-view mirror
and saw a ******* the phone
She lowered her head and then raised it
smiling brightly
I could see
she had a kind heart
(she looked like a young Joan Baez or Elisabeth Taylor
Of course, she was not as pretty as my wife.)
Then, as if she knew
I was watching
she stopped looking up and passed me
when the light turned green
and disappeared
I heard the horn honk
and made a right turn
and continued on my way.

I love the joy
of the reader's imagination
more than
the visual impact
of AI.

- to Kevin

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

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

Humans are unique, idiosyncratic, and conflicted of love.

Blue-haired Blue wings
cold iron
yellow chest belly
meek
With momentum
two rivers rendezvous
in one sea
by faith
meeting of time and space
east meets west
appears to be Pantone
it is gazing into the future
They are the flight of encounters.

I don't know how grateful I am

that your parents cared for me

neither overflowing nor lacking

that your parents has loved me

How grateful I am I don't know

I felt bad about it then, but now.

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.

on the leaf
sunlight
wind
time
and leaving you are sitting there
with them.

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.

Only love completes the communication.

even if you don't love me
        I love you
even if I love you
        you won't love me.

well hard
difficult
patience
accessible
from experience
to
A dream
unachievable
persistent...

"James,
good boy, right?"
"Yes."
"you look like your mom?
or father?"
"Grandpa!"
"Really?"
"Yes."

My neighborhood
At the bottom of the mountain
An old house
A house that was falling down
Without a gate
An old tree next to it
No sibling
She lived in a house without them
She sang well
Red books well
Spoke well
the old tree alone
Covered the yard and the roof
The house shivered in the cold
I hid behind and just looked at the small
small very small door
where the swaying lantern light leaked out
Every time I heard the rustling sound
Tears fell
And then spring came again
A few months had passed since I saw her
Rumors spread
Proud Mary
dropped out of school
couldn't go to the hospital
couldn't leave the house
and from that night
I couldn't hear koff koff sound
any longer.

A sky between the leaves
A big ship on the sea
A child's fingers.

Happiness avoids those who try to catch it,
Happiness doesn't avoid those who wait for it.

we
must can to see
miracles that
do not happen
yet
with the eyes of
love.

A work of art
not price
value
because it can be changed
the world.

A humble person is pure

A sanctified person is humble

To everyone
To all friends
To neighbors passing by
To enemies difficult to understand
Without even a speck of shame
With a brave heart
With a normal appearance
I will bow my head and embrace you

Without delay
time in the space
as if willingly giving one another life
like a dancing bear
live your life confidently
throwing it into the air
live lightly with
the fragrance of flowers

Live Like That.

I'm not loyal to anyone”
"I'm not loyal to system"
and he killed his people
Why did he do it?
because he was loyal to
himself alone.

I'm not jealous

dreamily awake
Sway of Candle
You Approaching Like That
that makes the stars sparkle
melody of light
Lightness
and rigidity
and follow me
rhythm of a child's heartbeat
The crutch of life.

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.

Clear and clear
From mouth to mouth
From eye to eye
Not a comfortable room
In a traveler's shelter
Mixing tears
Clear and clear crystal
365 days a year
Staying only in low places
Like the cheeks of the setting and rising sun
A conscience that sparkles red
The breath of purity knocks
Flash!
Opaque transparency
Transparent opacity
A flexible triangle that reveals its existence with light
Crystal that holds innumerable ideas.

Buy
books you haven't read
Fiction
Essays
Plays
Autobiographies, etc.

Buy
poetry books you haven't read
Favorite poets
Poets you don't like
Poets you don't know, etc.

Exactly
When  it's time
you seat still
looking around the room
They are coming to you

Random
Opening the bookcase
and dust it off
their long wait
you will meet people in them.

in a dead end
where to go
without knowing the direction
and you're wandering
you're obsessed with
favorite thing
throw away it
and you'll see
your tomorrow.

office is the front line
There are these
copiers
desks
trash cans
coffee
chairs and desks
filing cabinets
computers and
coworkers
if these radiate warmth
at OFF               ICE
unacknowledged thing
coldness.

Marathon
Long jump
High jump
Javelin throw
Discus throw
Shot put
Decathlon
Heptathlon
Swimming
Weightlifting
These are events that push the envelop
That's why
I like it more than scoring athletic
Right, with love
That is life.

Howling winds
you can't guess the direction
of my steps
walking barefoot
on dark cobblestone streets
Those who love wisdom
That falls from shoulders to heart
Their mocking laughs
Autumn flutters in the cool breeze
and the grip of despair
The corner you turn
And swaying in that place of
shining brightly
a single streetlight:
Democracy.

There is no right or wrong
There is no more or less
There is no presence or absence
There is existence alone.

Freedom,
eraser
to erase wrong acts
upholding equality

Shouting
pencil,
put it on the head
records and draws

In the note
yellow butterflies
white butterflies

Come from it
beyond
the flower garden
the fence
towards the streets
with two wings
larger than the body

Do not just stay
in the flower bed
ignoring
the traffic light

Fly.

parents love their children
more than
they love themselves

same for poets.

i cannot love with you
You would be life
Life from You is yours
you, behind You
your world in You
I can't live with you
I can live and love
with you of You.

white cheeks
black head
black and white wings
red belly
and eyes that gaze into
the distance Alone
but not lonely
build a home in a tree
your heart that sings cheerfully
hangs on the tree
looks beyond the sky
a couple gentleman and lady
with a strong beak
awakens the loneliness of the forest
and the rain, thunder
while shaking telephone poles.

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...

I am
simply and clearly
I make poetry

I am
gibberish
I have chats.

When I look at the clock
I realize that time passes quickly
and it is precious

Let's live with a sense of time.

It snowed a lot

We had nowhere to go
Thinking about where to stay
a place to lean on
for a while
We wandered back and forth
Eventually
each one alone
each of us had to walk home
Through the night.......
The windy city so
fire was successful
but failed to keep it

Decades later, today

Into Chicago
Heavy snow is falling

It's not the fire that matters,
it's the warmth.

as the wind blows
one,
two,
three
snowflakes appear,
drawing curves and falling
in straight lines,
wetting the ground.

All flowers are wildflowers
All humans are immigrations.

now the one-year-old
Samuel
call me
once
twice
three times
emotionally charged
all differently
"haboo"
"HAboo"
"haBOO"
calling me unconditionally
to a loving call
my loneliness is gone

tonight
Samuel's mom and grandma
are on the phone
he interrupts and says
while looking and calling
for me smiling
he walks up the phone line to me
The tightrope master
like Philippe Petit...

Noon sunshine
Deep Night Moonlight
All Perfect Dark Friends
Listening to the Stars Sing
Standing trees in the forest
Pebbles in the stream
Frozen blades of grass in the field
"Winter"
Ears of rice bowing their heads
Under the eaves
Silence in a beehive
like these
Miracle comes as miracles
(sneakily)
and give birth to the ordinary.

not cold
not hot
warm