History should be a value, not a material for your work.

Come & Hug
a breaking nightmares
Catch with your love
promising tomorrow
Close promised yesterday.

Like a thief's friend, Lover shares pain.

flower is in the future
it is in it.

All love is
tragic
absurdity
because two different beings
must become one

So
All love is beautiful.

losing to others
winning self
Human.

tired of crying
two heart are shaking

tired of crying
eyelight are shaking

staggering steps
Arctic iceberg
unverse are dizzy

and then it stops
right hand
put it on the chest
your gift

our loves hurt
can conditional love
be this painful?

Breaking diamonds
Good luck appears in heart
Approaching
Shaking
Like a clown
Game changer
Let's be a spear and shield
Sometimes.

I was drunk alcohol
I lost many things

I was drunk on gambling
I lost more many things

I was drugged by hate
I lost all.

and I drunk with love
Regaining everything.

The more you love
the more you notice
what has changed
rather than what hasn't

The More You Love
the More You Try to Change
Not Stay the Same

The more you love
the more you value
the person you love
not love yourself

love the bride forever
love the groom forever
both the bride and groom make promises
knowing that they will not be able to
love each other forever
isn't a wedding life?
struggle to keep those nonsense promises?

dreams
act
like a dreamer

what don't achieve
is not a dream

a flower that doesn't bloom
where would it be?

- in the garden

candlelight darknesses
darknesses eyelights
eyelights starlights.

flowering plant
has an arrowhead
does not attack
with green triangular leaves
RATHER
protecting its roots and branches
Alismataceae
acua factory
in fresh water and mud
floats on the surface of the water
flowers in three clusters
colored on a purple base
eye light of stability.
snow light of purity.

Winning others
Losing self
Being.

If you can't make your
dream comes true
let it go
but if
if you don't forsake
it will surely
yours.

The object
is a possibility of subjectivity.

than unchanging stubbornness
sacrifice that transforming is better
more beautiful.

Having won him
He raised his hand.

Two trees
Cannot see each other
Cannot touch each other
Cannot receive pollen from each other
Cannot approach each other
Cannot entangle each other
Cannot hear each other's song
A silent winter forest
A bridge connecting them
A flow of air
begins with the flapping
of a bird's wings
When they touch each other
The caress of love begins.

happiness sets us free alone.

hospitals must
with the love of medical workers
by the precision of machines
for the cure of the patient
alive
inside patient zone.

For the first time
I hung a wall clock
I could hear the hands moving
all the time

even when I was writing poetry,
wrapped around my heart
all the time

years have passed
Now
I can hardly hear it
even when I write poetry
I can hardly hear it

The comfort of time
Let us never forget
The sound of time.

Repentance is Rermentation.

There is a reason I love hill

It is not a forest
            a field
      in the grass

There is another reason I love hill

Hill, no direction.
      no height or base
      can lie down.

Really, there is a reason I love hills

Hills, Nostalgia
        There is a future
        There is bare feet

Where two meet, there is a Squiggly road
                                        there is a hug of healing.

they are
without sowing
but reap

they are
but reap
with sowing.

The great player who doesn't practice
The writer who doesn't write
Even if they're genius but
Worse than a hopeless.

Faith is born in the tomorrow, not the yesterday or today.

grandson,
Daniel Kindergarten ride
for 3 years
and today
mid-life teacher
looked at me slowly
and said
"Dad?"
with a breathless breath
joy and happiness washed over me
I answered chop-chop
"Grandpa!" and
she smiled.

infinite is in finite.

just throwing to the wind
just seeing forest
just looking up to the clouds
neither sow nor reap
just watching a little bird
in the sprawling sky.

in the works
tears and laughter are one

baggy pants
no aristocratic

the cane
even if it is not educational
but the effect
wonderous

with face
the tucked-away
warm feelings
in the midst of life's adversity
he shows calmly

ONLY IN MOVIES.

in the Hourglass
The sands as numbers
Numerically

two worlds between "is and was"
Through the narrow gap
Crumbling time

after reversing
And count again
Numerically

the sands
Between moments of existence
Between existence of moments
Connect fears from both.

Is your love only visible to me? Yes!

permeate.......permit.

Railroad waits for the train
Train waits for the passengers

Poet is nervous
Poem is excited
Readers hesitate

And the terminus.

B...be
E...either
I...identity
N..nothing
G...goodness.

If you don't love, you have no enemies.

Luck is the light of hardship.

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.

hateful heart
makes others sin important
makes your sins unimportant

lovely heart
makes others minor
makes your sins major.

Beauty
disappears
Like love
More and more beautiful...

Leaf...........Lif.

Deadly but
Eyes make breath alive
Steps on the blade
Grant me peace of balance
With old blanket.

but imperfect
human
go towards perfection
because of love.

over 20
rooms dragging
heaven and earth
and everywhere in between
snow-covered
train is crawling
through the snowy places
that long sighing sound
almost collapsing
seemingly or not
in the silent space
plant a tree.

everyone unconditionally
even if we claim to be
distant relatives
we are becoming one
family to survive
as myself.

"going home in the rain".

you can touch me
you want all
tonight
if I was dead
you could not it.