I asked perfect Love
"Please let me see my spouse's love?"
Years passed without a response
Today, I made a very ordinary mistake
Of course, the second time
Then my spouse shouted at me
"You crazy Psychopaths...
I can't live with you...
I'm going crazy!"
I clearly saw my spouse's love
Then perfect Love said
"Now, just give the love!"
I shed tears of gratitude.

failed
does not mean
you didn't succeed

failure
the seed of success.

A life without temptation
means showing
you are not living valuable

A landscape
with a bridge over
a river.

I am Yonah Jeong
My appearances:
Blood, Eyes, Hair, Skin
Soul
Mind
Heart
All are beautiful
Because they are created by Love
I am eating three meals also
I am making three poems
Everyday
And I am breathing because of
Nature and neighbors
When I am fifteen years old
I decided and planned to be
A Poet like a peacemaker
For this society and you
Now I became a poet
Whoever I am
Whatever meets hard work
I must love things given to me
As exactly as possible
If I don't fulfill these promises
It is not my true intention
So I try to make happy my others
Just like myself
Through my poems.

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.

When thoughts make reality past
they become delusion

When thoughts make reality the future
they become illusion

When thoughts change reality
they become imagination.

The direction of time
There is no
Time does not flow.

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.

Truth causes problems
It is solved truly

Untruthfulness causes no problems
It is not solved truly.

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.

Pain
If you understand
It becomes joy.

we are in nature
we are not nature

we are in cosmos
we are not cosmos

we are limping
we are walking well

we are get angry
we are in love

we live in past
we design the future

we are not enough
we want truth of love

we have things
we show fact of things.

Things exist to be used
Human exists to be exchanged

There are no things that can be exchanged for human.
There are no human that can be exchanged for things

There are no Human that can be exchanged for Human.

winning?
if you're going to
groan with
more hurt
than the loser?

Victory comes from defeat
So there are no lasting winner
(Unconditional).

anger is stronger than revenge.
anger survives after revenge.

behold the war.

You
who love me too much
are unapproachable
as people
who don't love me.

It stands out from the other gates
It is a gate that is there but not there
a small gate
the most beautiful gate of all

It is a gate that does not require a key
It is a gate that all can open
It is a gate of love

A gate that sings as the wind passes by
A gate that sings as the moonlight passes by
A gate that makes everything sing
including the puppy
—the gate interwind with beings.

In the clear sky
floating clouds
Right in front of me
I reach out my hand
and to grab them
reaching out
the more I tried to catch it,
the more the clouds
move away.
Tired of holding on
distance of time
between me and the clouds
what's the distance
of the broken love?

as you love, so you reap.

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

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.

from December children
breaking dead season
with pretty low branches.

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.

to achieve a dream
it is not satisfying
living with your ambition
to continue.

- for Lena

In a way
I think dreams are like a rainbow colors
the closer we get to it
the further away it gets
so it is like something that
we can't catch but
we're trying to catch
the driving force of life
Philosophically
we shouldn't try to realize our dreams
I see a lot of people
who actually achieve their dreams
walk away from them
Life is beautiful
who goes with their dreams
instead of
trying to fulfill them.

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.

Read
enemy's mind
before your own mind

See
your own weaknesses
before enemy's weaknesses.

Frying egg
light
Yellow
White
One egg
Gradually
To hot heat
Fried:
Their own party.

Politics are the branches, economics are the roots 2. Showing off power is a sign of weakness 3. Food, Clothing, and Shelter is where politics and economics meet 4. Crisis is external strength, prosperity is inner strength 5. Individual and national values are not universal 6. Structure and system are like water 7. Economics drives politics, and politics must move heart 8. Doing your own thing is a witness of weakness 9. Leader must lead with mutual trust, not unilateral fear.
10. Liberation is coming from isolation, not going to isolation.

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.

Tens of thousands of years old branches
unable to reach the sky and
nor love stories
Will be.

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.

When looking at the forest
through the glass window

It is not the sound of the forest
The cry of love
Audible loudly and very loudly

When looking at lover
through the glass window

It is not the sound of lover
The cry of love
Audible loudly and very loudly

When looking at freedom
through the glass window

It is not the sound of freedom
The cry of love
Audible loudly and very loudly.

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

Dynamite.

The distance a stock moves
That time is
a hummingbird's flapping
is equal to one

The joy and sorrow of love
Meet in that moment
stock is lost minute
or joy and pain?

oval circles being made
of raindrops
Torn stock papers
To make snowflakes

vain dreams
do not disappear
remain in our hearts
become bitter hummings.

Anyone can
about rain
can sing
take pictures of it
can paint
can write poetry
as a lost cloud
walk in the rain
without an umbrella
without you
But the rain is not the object
Rain works
for being to be love itself.

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.

“I don't think
I could live
without you...”

“Then I'll have to die first!”

caliginious eyes
luminous beak
mordant shawl
lily-white feathers
archaic wings
white-banded tail
and frequently
all over
for ever
by our side staying
displaying
merits of modest
while eating
screening its charms Air-like.

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........

one-sided
unable to delete
falling to question.

It is a surging time
It is a dancing thread
It is a unknowing voice
It is a visible wind
It is a cloud candy
It is a lover tooth
It is a amazing future.

one Lonely Island
Waiting for the day to be one
                driving  into the water.

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.