There is objective truth in nature
There is subjective truth in society

The law of nature is dialectical
The law of society is irony.

Human Being
cannot exist without these two worlds.

Don't bully with love.

If there is a reason
It is not a doubt.

So light comes from
darkness,
enters darkness,
and does not exist
without darkness.

For light is love.

Human are imperfect
alone
That's why they can love

This is the greatest talent
It is the power to win
universe and dust.

Let's be 18 years
by now
the ripples of river,
wind in the woods
aromatic seasons air
It is gone, and now
Homesickness
removed the revulsion of strangers,
the World
It made it my hometown.

Try to obey
You will see the colors of love

Agape
Eros
Philos

Do obey
You will see the shadows of love

White
Gray
Black.

just as real flowers
are harder to care for
than fake ones

people are the same.

using enemy boss
by killing allied
we shall win.

if we are living human
we inevitably have a new traveling
every seconds eye lights
on the events

joy, sorrow, longing and hiding
unrealizing messages
from your love

the love is our all
even if we are walking into the water
struggling with silence of silences
war, violent, depression
of self-pride and shameless

empty of emptinenesses of the world
instead of love's word
is approaching like rainbow
of cant fluff
at village, a very small village

overflowing streets and home
especially schools
i want to write continually
but typewriter ink out.

our Love
in difficult times
springs up

Love is not a dictatorial force

When Two Go Together
There's No Peace There

Like Water and Oil

Love doesn't want to rule
Even if it lasts
"I Am Fine"
long after it's gone.

In a storm

(bent
Broken
Shaken

Bending but not breaking
Shaken but not broken
broken

buried in the ground
raising a sprout
strength

The power of love
Make a node
and make the wind sing)

Doesn't it make Wasteland into Loam?

putting sorrow to sleep,
not getting rid of it.

that is
why love is sacrifice.

when parents brag about children
their successes belong to parents

when parents love their children
their successes belong to themselves.

“I bought this apple
thinking
it would be delicious
but it is not.”
“apple is just as good
whether it is tasty or not”
“Yes, but...”
as it breaks into pieces
the apple says
“the same for people.”

A crocodile
hanging on acacia tree branches
struggling

Someone said
“Marriage is the tomb of love”

I say
“Love is the grave of marriage”

The complete of marriage is love
The complete of love is marriage

Those who love and do not marry
Those who love without marrying

To them I want to say

“Love is the shadow of marriage
Marriage is the light of love”.

I See

Wall marking
Cloud marking
City marking
Forest marking
Tree making
Paint marking
Country marking
Water marking
Grass marking
Color marking
Pebble marking

There is a human hidden in every pattern.

a curve is a meek straight line.

Money can't stop passion.

in thanks freedom and equality live.

power of love is faith
faith in action is love.

O Leo cookies
I don't like them
I don't want them
I don't want to love with them
But they seem so good
I want to eat them
So I
end up
eating one bag
My stomach is bubbling
My head is spinning
So I eat the lovely apple
I calmed down
a few weeks later
Today
I'm eating the whole box of
O Leo cookies again
Right Now.

again born
in the bottle
of the time,
of thhe future

rni

r: recall
n: net
i: ice

born to be walker of worker

traces of the fu rni ture

new ark

auto off
arrow
Run, not fly.

paint love and
don't name love.

Winter builds spring
Winter nurtures summer
Winter cures falling
Winter burns itself pure(
White).

It
before the expression
existed

A revealation is
a proof and an im-pression
accepted.

Half moon
connecting
two eraser windows
In front of
the green leaves of
the zelkova
lived the harsh winter

The morning fog rain
wraps around the buds
tickling the branch and bark
approaching from far away...

Refrigerator noise
drops of water
falling and scattering moans
tinnitus

Will a world where we can enjoy
such a warm
rich
new
quiet kiss
coming again
can we make a government
rises and sets like the sun?

More and More
The sky outside the window
gray and fades marching
Toward afternoon.

connecting the islands
unviewable
seagulls
clouds
the wind
waves
starlight
trees
sands
fish
seaweed
and
unsuspecting travelers'
deep, deep and Deep
in their hearts
stillness.

A woman
in a black teacup

Looks up

while stirring

The "not too strong fragrance"

pick up
the struggling woman and
embracing fog of coffee

And drink the reduced "not too hot"
amor
agape
eros of her
songs of skylark

The woman comes inside
with the black
and
stops time
and
flows like blood
Inside out.......

to Eunice

We have
in front of the two-pronged path
always
hesitate
Which path will we choose?
If not
You are not a person
Again
At what age
when you want to make a different choice
If you don't regret it
you are not human.

Tears of sunshine glisten thereat
road to there bathe in moonshine
Gazing faraway my eye watching
unseen a man who long since left

- Missing Dad

His voice
Always hoarseness
His songs destructive
But not building
He is a modernist
Above all
Today always the same
With fear alone
Move our bodies
Because he is drunkard
Always
Moving head from side to side.

there is a people of color
there is no color of people.

River has many things

clouds drift
mists away
trees escort
and schools of fish
cruise ships sail by
bridges over
a hundred years old
bicycles and cars
flying by with wheels
moss and grass
and the eyes of an African lion
and invisible turtles
sands move
winds
people on the riverbank
all this and more
They are all alone

connected but apart
they are not lonely
because they love each other.

Parents should be a huddle, not a mountain, for their children.

You have to pruning well
the tree is not
necessarily healthy
pruning is to control greed
People do not get all of them.

Frozen
winter
melting
Spring sunshine...

I

Does time seem to move slower
Look at the second hand

Does time seem to move faster
Look at the hour hand

II

Time seems to be meaningless
Look at the events

Time seems to be meaningful?
Look at the clock.

III

Time creating, not consuming.

It is not about giving my neighbor
the same feelings like them

I continue to have
the same feelings like them.

I opened the door
by cause
I thought someone
was coming
no people
all I see is
song of bird...

some gave me
recovery from hurt

some gave me
humility from pride

some gave me
self-esteem from apathy

some You didn't give me
nothing but
you never left my side.

all beings
leave suffering and joy

finding these traces:
showing the value of life

the sentry of history:
a poet.

all dark,
cold,
and complicated problems
melt away
because
we are loved, and especially
we are loving
the ice-cold problems
that are solidified by it
it will melt and flow like water
wetting the fields of our lives
and giving us
a harvest of abundant fruit
to beat the winter.

picnic Highlight
scavenger hunt

visible hidden
i found no treasure

i hunted for
hidden places that day.

Scamper
Empty parking lot,
early in the morning,
riverside restaurant,
flowing into the city center,
above      
shaking old table,
under
pieces of clouds floating in the blue sky,
                                                                                                                      juice
impressionism pointillism,
                                                                                                                      omelet
grass light of the roadside,
                                                                                                                                orange
broken old tree branches in the forest,
waving leaves,
                                                                                                                  stake                              
pine leaves melodies,  
pierced by knife and fork,
                                                                                                                    snowflakes
                                                                                                                    jazz melody
by the concrete bridge
solo angler
be dinner

waitress cleaning next door,
no more than 118.11 inches in height,
landscape outside the window,
trail ending with dots,
a glass of wine,
afternoon standing alone with a tree,
come in and fall asleep
together

night sunlight: street lamp lights,
riding the wind through,
tunnel of the long night,
                    
                                        a fragrance of the flowers
of the lucky tree
bloomed after 20 years
                                                                                  a rushing poem
enters into the “good morning".

the best thing you can do is to admit you're wrong.

Red color
hair
wings
torso
legs
Tail
Even eyes
hot, hot
red colored phoenix
never dies
Myth of Rebirth
But its immortality is copied
Legend not fact
The heart
the soul
thought
All cold and cold
Can't die
and cannot live
Because you can't burn yourself
If the temperature of love is
because there is no
The Phoenix
may die
nor live
the legendary bird
Existing in human imagination
and then you like a bird
powerless Human Phoenix
Big Brother
Also you cannot die
even when trampled
and cannot live.

Rather than a gift for a reason
Gifts without reason
More beautiful
Is it possible?