stale caramel
squashed
pressed
as thin as it gets
one with the vinyl
old caramel
to eat
no matter how hard I try
It doesn't peel off
eventually,
I threw the whole thing
in the bin
like a useless word
that an unknown poet
never knew.

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 am
simply and clearly
I make poetry

I am
gibberish
I have chats.

Hill.............Heal.

The impact of regional wars
are global all
So, as
there is no peace
that is irrelevant to me
Similarly
there is no war
that is not related to me.

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

rough waters
an endless sea of doom
sailors and passengers,
and the captain
are still sailing
Clouds over a blue sea
The moonlight becomes fog
and the stars twinkle
Taste like porridge
an atmosphere of hopelessness,
a ship in pieces,
and the harbor in their eyes
It is beckoning.......
Now, one by one, the peoples are lowered
the old man,
the women,
the children.
And then it is our turn
shivering in the freezing cold
Closer and closer to the sea
bells ring
people left behind gathered
at the top of the ship
But a boat appear
And it is a bigger boat than a big ship
A Lighthouse Keeper
running toward US
We get on the boat
on the extremist waves.

you can do mail
you can't be the postman
like a Fred.

he was quick to anger,
he had a loud voice,
and liked books and music alone
he was weak,
he disliked money,
and hated excessive interference.

Then he started working and marriage life
several decades have passed.

now, he quietly gets angry
only when necessary,
he enjoys cleaning buildings,
he doesn't get sick,
he accepts attention and consideration,
and writes poetry
with a broad mind and does his best.

bird flies high
sees far
flower flies low
sees exactly

law
on high
people
on low

we need to all.

rainbow
True and
when i was very young
after a summer shower
crossed the clear sky
a little rainbow
after unfold this and that side
pulled down
put it in the neighbor
bird nest
rainbow seven colors
left a secret place
climbed down tree poles
shook the flowering tree trunks and leaves
and jumped over the fence
swam through the glasses
came to me,
bowed down and grat “hello”
two eyes,
heart, tiptoe and
wet my childhood.

Someone said
Christmas has become a holiday

Someone said we no longer
love thy neighbor anymore

But at this moment
Christmas in the neighborhood
There is no holiday of love

Only, power
political power without movement
with no power movement
to maintain political power
It is just a matter of pouring money
into Giant manhole .

No more thinking
or speak anymore
About love and neighbor.

Be
surrounded by
mountains
lighthouse
stands the same place
starlight
waves
seagull family
pebbles
wet moss
low forest
stairs
sunrise and sunset
a cliff
a winding path
fish
old small ship
a lighthouse keeper
are moving
a true friend
navigator
not visible
good luck
when seen
the best luck
the light of lighthouse
different from the city lights
joy of sharing
with all beings
in the fear and loneliness of the wreck
after the storm
See.

Wood-colored wallpaper all around
On the old table and floor
Pale morning shadows move
Stains or
oil droplets on the water
dancing cheerfully
In the square chests of drawers
coins sing while bumping
and dance
this is how start the day
In the kitchen, little Samuel
clapping and laughing with mom
with rice paste glued to cheeks
with his hands spread wide
where finds daily bread,
In the kitchen
love overflows like a zipper
riding the train rails
to a safe emergency exit
where language of secret air runs wild
one fall morning in the kitchen
where all beings undress and re-dress
where the feeling of blessing
begins to knead the day
and even silence turns into gold,
our kitchen on the way to winter
that makes the future decorated
my Mother  laborious Hug
Stay here Forever.

do not exceed, a border line, if you're possible.

for a long time
your unwavering support and guidance
come with me
thank you
for expanding the realm of sharing
like the eyelight of the love
withstanding the world
Look beyond the world
be healthy and happy
may your descendants
flourish
always and ever.

Look around this world
do not try to see
what you don't see
they are not there

Look around this world
do not try to have
what you do not have
they are not there

Look around this world
what you do not see
do not try to see
they are not here

Look around the world
what you do not have
do not try to have
they are not here

If you don't do so
you are wasting time
you are killing time

I am sure
you don't need them always
experiment with it.

The person you love
may be gone,
but love doesn't go away,
of course
love is forgotten
with the passage of time,
but I don't think
it is to be forgotten
that is gone,
I think
it is to survive
that is not forgotten,
I think
love is to pass through death
stronger than love,
to become stronger than death
and to survive
this is my simple thought.

for Frank

those who have many friends but are lonely;
those who have few friends but aren't lonely.

Winning is the goal
but there is something more important

We don't want to defeat
but there is something also

It is not losing
It is doing your best.

turtles
lazy
who can blame?

they are
praised
even when it loses.

1.  rat
2. lion
3. tiger
4. shark
5. dolphin
6. whale
7. crocodile
8. hyena
9. hippopotamu
10. deer
11. rabbit
12. elephant
13. rhino
14. fox
15. wolf
16. snake
17. eagle
18. poisonous ant
19. bee
20. no more?
21. cow
22. giraffe
23. a book
24. song
25. typhoon
26. earthquake
27. drought
28. flood
29. war
30. gun
31. drug
32. people.

when writers love themselves
more than their work
disgusting

let their works
speak for the authors
they must be still.

We
must  can show
the miracle that
should not happen
with the eyes of
hope.

Do not cover reality in the name of art,
Do not amplify reality in the name of art.

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.

Why you don't get annoyed
When i keep making demands
You will never accept.

Place on the rat-eaten desk
a red piggy bank
mother said
“Honey, no matter how much you want to take it out
If you hold on it there until it's full
you will be a great man”
One month
Two months
As the months went by
than the mind to put money in
more eager
to take it out and spend it
then one day
“Mother, I don't want to be a good man.”
before my words were finished
“What are you trying to be?”
My mother said
I was wandering
around outside the neighborhood
when the chimneys started to smoke
sneakily into the room
and slaughtered a pig
“Oh, yeah!”
we were calling each other's names
we ran to the shabby store.

Ideology kills philosopher
Auteurism kills literati
Vegetarianism kills vegetarians.

next to a young maple tree
next to an elderly evergreen
standing facing each other

Autumn is passing
As winter approaches

the maple tree
in the calm morning breeze
like snow
fall on the evergreen's
red and reddish
Make it a young tree

In mid-October.

Apply the cream of false laughter
and look good to hide
face and neck, chest, torso,
hips, buttocks, thighs
soles of our feet,
to the last place we have left
blood of cruelty and malicious deceit
It flows unnoticed
torn and twisted
hiding the pain of the times
mouths speak of countless
corrupt deeds
with the cheers of rote geniuses
are buried
all this with a single mask
of lovelessness
yes, we can
souls torn apart by torture
to sing, to give life, from the mud is a task
vile of the veils,
Your unmasking
to show the parade of
your life
today, we take off our masks.

when the falling dots
become a curve line
painter can abandon technique

when the dusts of reality
become a straight line
politician can abandon revenge

when the screams of history
become a poetry pages
poet can escape the quagmire.

who knows life
and show life?

who can see the mountain
and move a mountain?

who can touch a desert
and make it bloom?

controlling all these things

hot with water
cools like water
flows like water

it is red love
like blood
a love that waxes and wanes.

Because we both love
Edward Hopper
We don't understand very well
each other
but I'm sure
we'll connecting well
with the heart
Thank you.

We are interested in
beautiful things but
they are growing up
without it and
show good
beauty of all beings
include the essence of truth
that is integrity.

Without love
yes, we are angry
to be more bitter
for decades
barely able to eat
with envy
with little to eat and an proud heart
into a sweet syrup
With some sweet shame pills
and penitential roads
could not banish from our hearts
Search
Search
Search the stomach of lakes

The deep, deep lakes
stained with sins all
coloring our fields

The sorrows
our sorrows are always in our souls
save our souls

Grieve
you who are only angry
Grieve
You who cannot be sad
You must change these things in mourning
for your own sake
toward thyself
Grieve.

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.

a sparrow
instead of just falling
there is a reason

a single sparrow
it is just charcoal-grilled
it doesn't settle down
alcohol snack

how, a human being
just just just
fall off and get drunk?
does it serve alcohol?

torn, torn, torn
just just just
their drunkenness Appetizer ?

- toward William Carlos Williams

grasping
the world's population
are rushing to it

It almost gets there
but
all can't catch it

under that

like a Sisyphus
day after day day after day
repeating

It is cannot have
without sacrifice
Love.

Let a tree be a tree
Let the clouds be clouds
Sea to sea
Dust to dust
Let a traffic light be a traffic light
Earth to Earth
Space to space
Glass window to glass window
black hole to black hole
Keep the distance between you and me
and make us eat rice without a side dish
that binds distance and time
power of being,
law of love,
You will be with me, even today.

from afar, birds and
the lanterns of the town
old, my old sorrows again
Mid-October
with the scent of the vague season
forgotten jealousy and weak love
silent flowers and
the air and the trees
the glowing silence
stained with melancholy,
solitude and possessiveness
people in the streets
As water flows,
so do the rivers of language
follow the serpent's trail
through the valleys
past the meadows
with a heart of faint doubt
to greet the day
And embrace my tears.

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.

Father is a security guard
Mother is a housekeeper
A couple who worked on a farm
They came to New York.
and rented a house for $1400, 000
and they were working
from 7:00 in the morning to 7:00 at night
A dual-income family
building basement
in a three-square-foot room
when the fire stopped burning
Helen, 4 years old
down on the ground
and 5-year-old Joe
buried his nose in a pile of clothes
suffocated to death
She locked her children in the room
with a LOCKBOX
and forced to work
in the big city of New York
a mother's tears
reject postmodernism.

When winter comes
houses of two brothers
far apart
A luxurious house Inside
younger brother's Summer
Inside the older brother's
shabby home Winter

When we look at them
from the perspective of money
the world is fair,
when you look at them
from the perspective of love,
the world is unfair.

looking
in her eyes
friendship and
and love

passing through the woods
early evening
like a Deep Wind

friendship with love
where it is
she always stays there.

I am
a flower in the dry river
where no one pays attention
that no one takes notice of

I am
full of deceitful hypocrisy and pride
that no one notices
I am such a stone

I am
with a conspiracy of money and power
I am humble to the strong limitless
who drives hunting dogs

And yet
I realize that I am nothing
that I am nothing
that I am not thing.

in order to exist
in this imperfect world
fusion of rotation and revolution
diversity is needed

if only rotation
is accepted
there are blood vessels
carry the blood of Life

take a look at cell phone.

a piece of paper
of the finished poem
unfinished poems
papers
stained with discipline
i can't throw them away.

I want to write poetry
not commodities
as works of art
that give answers
that are not correct
not childish
with the same voice
and different echoes
come together
without myself

those who hate me
are not bad people
couldn't I be wrong?