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.

my life is
still
unexploded
time bomb

on fire
time bomb

that will depart
when it explodes

a slave of time
will disappear
when it goes off.

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.

The starlight is irrelevant to the size.

infinite is in finite.

Pablo
who has been without
friends for decades
a city officer
told me
“Behind the parking lot
The tree is old and
and the leaves are causing
a nuisance to the neighborhood
we don't know when it's going to fall
we need to cut it down now"
I said, "he lives in New York"
But Pablo always saying
“Not today...not today
It has been years."

with people
without strongman
go with poems
without ant democracy
propaganda
roads of the dream
glass into the hope
together future
in the different languages
It is wandering youth
memories of  heartbreak.

On the room door
toward the dartboard
one
two
three
threw an arrow
singly
even if i threw
dozens of times
couldn't hit
the center spot
so
i pictured a hating face
and
shot while staring
last left arrow
i hit
a perfect score!

I always was painful
I feared the sound
sprang out of my mind
after it passed
even though disappeared
sound and light echoes
remained me
bothered me
no matter who was in there
it doesn't matter with me
but I have a wish:
I don't want to see

This morning,
an ambulance arrived a little late
at the hospital
my friend can no longer live
with me
until the dawn comes
I could not sleep
my hate killed friend
who was a poor in it

NOW
i pray that
it arrives on time.

Guillotine fear is ******* into
the tunnel of frozen air
Mountain peaks watching from afar
becoming a writer's blade
White edge of manuscript paper
trembling
Night Winter prepares to leave. Already.
It hesitates at a fork
over wild cat's eyes
you say, "Come again"
It prepares to leave It
makes a moan
Mixing vinegar and hot peppers
Falls and falls and falls
The glasses come off
in the corner
The ice hockey player
In between life and death in an unjust war
Van Gogh's two eyes
Chopin's two hands
And with the vibration of a throbbing pulse
spring permeates into late winter
Winter permits early spring.

stone do not penetrate snows
it does not break them.

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

it should have snowed
it rained

it should have rained
it snowed

you should have come
i went

i should have gone
you came.

solitude is there
there are pieces of broken pain
are shining
walls are transparent
floors are transparent
the roofs are transparent
space also is transparent, transparent, transparent.
i can see all
invisible to you alone
there is solitude
The Way You Go
not lonely.

-facing Fatherland

i am watching today
people flock to New York
statue of liberty
beach bike path
metropolitan museum
skyline
wall street
charging bull
time square garden
central park
world trade building
911 memorial museum
un
natural history museum
carnegie hall
new york botanical garden
lincoln center
hudson river
joe's pub
broadway
new york public library
empire state building
chelsea market
fdr highway
brooklyn bridge
the riverside church
and
around these places
cleared out
unable to see
top attraction in New York
the invisible man
i am facing today
the divine name, homeless.

i hold your love
while thinking

your love hold me
while thinking

we are leaving
while we are sinking

we are living
next door

we are are we.

Even one time
desired to walk back
While walking
wish to see more

Wanted to get closer to
the present's past than to
the present's future

If walk forward,
the present disappears
If walk backward,
the present appears

The taste of life is felt
through the present, not
the future or the past

Take a back step
Can meet a peace
in the flow of time.

there is a Tree
spring is coming
summer goes by
fall comes
leaves of various shapes and colors
becoming fallen leaves
and pile up
they are stepped on and trampled
into winter. And
winter is bringing
spring.

A elk family
strolling leisurely While shaking head
from side to side

Holding on to autumn and driving away winter
Entering the Red Sea Forest
Stepping on fallen leaves and snowflakes

Someone's pretending to be
The frozen time is released
The day is printed out at the ATM.

don't compete with others, do fight with yourself.

All wars
**** people who have not killed people.

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.

In front of the bank
on the marble staircase
a blind boy
with all his fingers cut off
with his right hand
clutching a dented basket
and bend at the waist and continue

A slender woman holding parasol
passes in front of him
and spat out gum
and tosses him a bill

In the distance
a boy watching from a distance
quietly approaches
and leaves
after placing a single coin inside it

In an alleyway
for a long time
while his head down
and whistling a tune
disappears.

the best translation is
the one
author and translator
neither of them
are greedy for work.

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.

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

the end of twilight
becomes darkness
the end of darkness
becomes dawn
the end of dawn
becomes morning.

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.

No harm.......No (c)harm
Know citizen.......Know crown
Between them.

Immature
I lean on my cell phone
and type and breathe
smiling
crying
while drinking memories
excited and
and purify the air of the world.

being poor not resented,  being riche not driven away.

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.

Top left white light
Down
There are three windows
The first wondow has
from the lower left corner
8 branches  
leaning to the right
The second window has
middle three branches
are flat like a trident
The third and final window has
five branches on the left
four of which are rounded
and one tilted to the right
And in the empty space is a security video camera
The branches provide a good view
without blocking the neighbor's
Because it's winter.

working hard without hope fulfills hope.

I was so hungry
I'll go to the kitchen
I took out bowl of rice
to turn on the microwave
I opened the door
I had already put in
Today
forgetting to eat dinner
I wrote a poem

How long ago?

by someone
being chosen
Isn't that a miracle?
even if we live a hell of life
how joyful and happy?
river water,
old mountains,
field,
clouds,
skies,
animals, plants, and even inanimate objects
are all on the side of the Chosen us?
we can do
to live or to die as we please
or not?
we talk,
or we sing,
we are having a party,
we fight and war
If we lose,
we win, don't we?

Because we were chosen by someone

Is it true, is it true?

That someone
although it was in a dream
clearly,
precisely,
sternly said

"I chose you because I wanted to show My Love
through you and
you are neither special nor deserving of choice."

i am struggled, soaked in tears, and cried out for
then I woke up from my dream.

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

now let's look at the
just got out of
with wide-eyed wonderment
with twinkling eyes
and put mouth on the barbed wire
like a fawn in a cage.

a person with dementia
act like a person has the dementia
but they don't have dementia

proclaim strongly

dementia is a disease and can be healing

look at them.

sleepless
outside the window at dawn
following the whispers of the forest
following the silences of the trees &
chasing their waves
Today's day unfolds
The figure of the morning thrown
Pal is ades Park
long long time ago
a piece of diamond
the solid Past
came on the train of Time
let's put up a fight again
tumbling in the palm of the hand
overflowing
Haze's bridge to the future
breeze...air...blow
with the triplets
This day
in the footsteps of sturdy emptiness
it leaves a trace
rehashing the obvious lies.

amount of unconditional training rules level of skill of ability.

In the top right corner
a picture of the lighthouse
on four pins
On the left is a
the captain's steering wheel
and in the middle
below that
in front of a wooden wall
hundreds of years ago
hundreds of years ago
a child ship
In the centre of the landscape
a sails sewn with thread
7 blue curve waves like
a barbershop symbol
lighthouse,
in the picture
when it keep the ship moving?

in the darkness
One moon
becomes several moons of different shapes

Sun Wukong
stalking
art of the Shadow Doppelganger

when writing a poem
in these times
i need to say something like this:

“Fighting!
even if you think
you are going to lose”.

In the nighttime streets
of a no-man's land
Those lonely events
hold in two hands
pour them into the blanket
watching closely
the eyelight of history.

someone
an atheist said
God is a maggot-like
If God is a God of love
this is correct completely
If I look at myself.

“Why
did you kidnap me?”

“Because
I am tired of being lonely....”

flower is in the future
it is in it.

seat of seasons
by the losers
shrinking
by drying and stepping
falls of branches
voice of winter
celebrates disappearance
of forests around the river
of the old roads
with old man's walking
climb-down
for the sprouts
through the solid ground.

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.

too many free-
dom too many stories
too fast
Un-
obtrusive
Like a thirsty d-
eer Without regret
in autumn
n impressed
tearless
despaired
It paints a miracle.