amount of unconditional training rules level of skill of ability.

“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.”

not giving up on my life
every moment
I give up myself.

Birds are
fly easily
They don't fly hard

birds are
beautiful
not flashy

The bird is
is where it is supposed to be
it is not where it is told to be

birds are
where it is
hidden from view

birds are
flying throught the sky
No flying around in the woods

The bird are
talks like a child
they don't threaten like adults

Who is chasing the bird?

- for lovely readers

Do not fear small defeats
Do not fear big defeat even more
It is a mask of victory.

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

hungry People
meet and
different breads
deliciously eating together
mealtime
or not?

He takes proud of
his sins
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
his ruthless
and yet
there are people who love him

He takes proud of
his strong
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
do-as-you-wish
and yet
there are those who love him

He takes proud of
his hurting
and yet
there are those who love him

There is much more to say
but when he knows
about love
he will remain a myth of Sisyphus

You know who he is, right?

Having won him
He raised his hand.

my people,
I will live thinking about them
just like you

our love is not false
our love is Unattainable
alone

before
our love begins
love was given

love is not fate
love is irrevocable
love is unrewindable

death is stronger than love
however
Love survives e after death.

1) President=Pre+resident
2) President=Free+resident

Which number is right?

I think
people who are obsessed with
seats are not worthy of them

Is there such a person in the world?

The revolution that the revolutionary brings about for himself, for his nation, and for his society collapses as another revolution. This is because the revolution is not Rotation.

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.

A life without temptation
means showing
you are not living valuable

A landscape
with a bridge over
a river.

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.

frozen food
defrosting and
to place
on the table
or not?

The highest value of literature is
imagination
The cultural imagination
It is
impossible to translate
because it can't be translated
The more try,
the more drive in
the quagmire of literature.

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

anger is stronger than revenge.
anger survives after revenge.

behold the war.

father makes children
equally love us
if knew
would not have tried to be filial
I.

I have autism
but I am not a patient
because it does not rule me.

light doesn't overcomes night
it is to yield alone.

for a life of research

A1 scattering Auto
deep night, empty
passing the highway
I fell into the forest path
far away
appeared and disappeared
The lights
white yellow red
Burning the withered trees
covered the forest path
The purple smoke
Going up to the sky above the trees and forests
saying hello
dispeled the light of darkness
The earth hands with the sky
The woman who became a grandmother
flying her wrinkles and gray hair
It's a dream... but it seems true.
rhyme hugging
reap,,,,,,, plants
surrounded by a pale purple
We are captured its future
Modern people in the cars
I whisper a new song
spring comes but there are no flowers
even though morning comes, there is no evening
there are no humans and no life in life
arousing loving desire
(alone again alone)
cruel and loving fire hungry
beautiful travelers solitary
remodel! our city!
Oh, there's a car over there safely
came out of the forest
The big car carrying us
running towards away there.

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.

the first time I kissed you
Unable to see devils
                        cheaters
                        A­lso, the murderers
how much
        pure and
        humble
                      No sleepless nights
since then,
or rather the world,
I became a demon of jealousy
                Night became day.

I was unmoved
music
plot
actors
setting
boring and uninteresting
It was a film
that had nothing distinctive
however
after the film was over
following subtitles appeared

inspired by a true story

I was moved to tears
from there.........

maybe because we are human.

It shows all the possibilities and
                  let us know
                                      guides to
                                      teach
but
it does not prove them

Dynamite.

the islands
one by one
separately
fighting with the waves
funning with the waves
embracing with the waves

a Island are islands

the islands
under the waves
becoming A Island
meeting the land.

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.

Oh, my love
I look for you
when I am sick
always with tears
I can feel you
your smile I can't see
your stormy warm touching
always in tears
I see you
Oh, my love
when will I see you
in joy
in secret?

Winter is coming over there........

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.

Love
can do everything
without doing anything.

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.

all different things
have equal
there is only one value
We are human beings.

thrown in the trash
lucky tree branch
brought it home and
into three equal parts
and poured water into three glass jars
one by one
and planted them
one
two
After the days
At the end of 15 days
little roots came up
after a few more days
sprouted from the stem
and leaves began to appear
and then
two of them had roots in the water
and one with leaves in the water
and one of them
I had planted it upside down
the roots,
invisible outside the water
every time we laugh and talk
they danced
in the air and
the ones in the water
give us the luckiest of fortunes
for our good futures.

No matter how much you give
if there is no mercy heart in it
in vain!

No matter how you give little
if there is merciful heart in it
not in vain.

all literature must be fact
just in different proportions
the rest of fiction
the facts become truth
to cintribute
only then
poems turn into
the oil of the light
of Reality:
the painful sighs of the world.

There was an angelfish
hard and soft
soft but simple
I think of colors
black
red
blue
white
on the palm of my hand
fluttering around
and then  falling
disappearing into
the water
couldn't get over the shock
of the ending
hiding in the rocky of the water grass
A single angelfish

Maybe it was you?

before I Was a Poet
I wrote poetry alone
when I read poetry alone
when I put a poetry on the shelf
I was in love with his poems
wiping away my tears
he soothed my loneliness
calming my anger
just looking at his smiling face
I was happy
I was a poet
now that I'm a poet
as I was then
I can't love his poems
but
my love is also unstoppable
because of one of his poems.

There is a way
of life and destiny
following the maze of
the mystery of art
hugging
with the temperature of love
to awaken the sleeping world
with the warmth of working
nail prints of Pain.

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.

Daniel had a brother
Samuel grew up to be
a mighty man
not to lose to his brother
not to lose to his brother
struggling
Hustle
striving
Daniel
he had a fear of
losing to such a brother
losing to such a brother
He pushed his brother
without anyone knowing.
He said blunt words to him
without anyone knowing
He was crying alone
without anyone knowing
I saw these scenes
without anyone knowing
I remember
I used to do the same thing
I understand my grandson Daniel
But then today
they came over to play
and they played a lot and fell asleep
after a while
Daniel stroked brother's hair
without anyone noticing
and kissed the back of his hand
without anyone noticing
and hugged him
without anyone noticing
fearing Samuel would wake up
with a very careful mind
and then he went back to sleep.

I didn't I failed to do so.

I am
why love began
but I don't want to know
how
how your love began
now,
I want to know
I want to hear the answer
but only echoes float by
Because I can't
The words of love
I made
I want to read them.

whether you have talent
or not,
the only thing
you can rely on is
"practice amount".

cars are running
insanity
standing
at Manhattan Intersection
hunger and loneliness
like being inside a castle
must fall
we can get out of self-locking
and homelessness,
the deep sorrow
It is not rare anymore
It is not just dumb
It is not just them, either
cars are driving madly.

one of nights
is deepening
as before
as go deeper
night loses its own color
after all,
night ends with a night of love
failing to keep promise
we leave each other
night says goodbye
to us.

- to Kim S. Churl

solitudes that are not lonely
an organic sleeping pill
anyone can have
anyone can care for by it
anyone can be anyone's parent with it
, lt is to be
anyone's child,
anyone's friend
A flower in the field
A slice of bread In the tears
rocks and streams
flowing deep in the trees
hidden in them and says
"You are welcome"
to the frozen streets of winter
you are windows
in dignity
under the curtains
Your commuting sounds of the night
You
our innocent laughter
Now,
The day begins with
your springtime till the end.

through the blinds,
leaning
against the barbed wire fence,
swaying in the wind
the wild flowers,
watching their dances
in the early fall.

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.

with love, not discrimination
prove all

even if you disagree
do not discriminate, but love.