Truly,
The stories and songs fall short of your beauty
Truly,
your beauty surpasses even the largest sea

These are the things
Bad days are made out of.

Too much *****
And too little foresight
A recipe for bad decisions
Drinking can bring out a persons character
But you were a more real monster
Than I was equipped for
You were sober
When you tore off your fleshy mask.
See,
It was MY drinking
That brought out your real character

I am not a fool
And even less of a victim
And you should have thought
Before you deemed a few shots
A good enough way to get me vulnerable

Because I'm not a fool
and even less of a victim
And you weren't able to take advantage.
But even though I kept my body private
To those who do not have a personal invitation
The hands you put on me leave heat on my porcelain skin
Where fire starts to kindle
A rage only seen in hatred
And it's cracking my complexion
The anger underneath my eyes.
My skin you touched without asking
A snake slithering under the flesh you call a home
When I said no I meant it
And I enforced it.

But I'm not a fool.
And I'm less of a victim.
And it kills me to know you tried.

These are the things bad days are made of.

Even though discovering Korea. Began with two tragedies in my life.
I consider June 2, 2012, (the day I found Korea) one of the luckiest days of my long life.  

"Serendipity The occurrence and development of events by chance in a happy or beneficial way."  However, I had to experience tragedy before discovering one of the most beautiful places on Earth.  But my pain does not even come close to the pain the Korean people have gone through to achieve the Miricle of Han.

Let's see. After a tragedy in my life, the loss of my bride days before we were to be married, 40 years ago seemed to send me on a path  Far to the East that I never knew existed.

Four decades of not caring about anything, just waking up going to work. Maybe celebrating the holidays with my family.  Never finding anyone or anything to love again.  

Until that day in August of 2009, When I stood in front of Heavin's gate.
That day when my heart stopped, and I thought but only a dream.

That day, I saw my wife with Angel wings, My mother standing beside her.  Telling me, “We miss you, but your must return to the Earth".  Your adventure is just beginning.

On September 1, 2009,  I met my Guardian Angel Sarah.
Sarah taught me that anything was possible.   Never give up! Dreams do come true. Just look at the starry sky and believe each star is a dream that will come true.

Three years with Angel Sarah by my side.

Sarah introduced me to a beautiful Angel named Tiffany.
On June  2, 2012.  Tiffany was singing with a voice of an Angel.

The curious thing about this is, Tiffany was not singing a Korean song or in the Korean language.

But Tiffany bewitched me.
Her beautiful eyes told me to look to the Far East.  Look to Korea.
To a place called a Miricle. A place you loved and lived in the past.

Tiffany made me dream of Arirang. A sad song but a song of never giving up. "A song of love. A song of faith!"

"Arirang, Arirang, Arariyo...
Crossing over Arirang Pass.
The one who abandoned me
Shall not walk even 4 kilometers before their feet hurt."

Tiffany took my hand and lifted me up to surf the Korean wave ("Hallyu".)

I began to fly above Korea.

I started to remember impossible things in dreams; Memories of Queens. Remembering, I was shipwrecked on a beautiful island.
Remembering, an enchanting dark-eyed princess with long soft black hair.

Waking from a dream, thinking of a future;

A future of a United Korea,
A future of redemption…

Copyright © 2016 Ronald J Chapman All Rights Reserved.

These days it seems
I remember my early childhood
Better than the contents of my last meal
Dementia creeps.......

Right now,
I'm remembering one early evening
With four of us small boys
Sitting on a wall
Discussing the realities of the world
As we knew it

The moon was pale but visible
And a subject for discussion
As serious as old men playing chess
We wondered how far away it could be
One lad said it was farther than London
But we knew that was obviously wrong
After all
We could see the moon
No-one had seen London

                                       By Phil Roberts

I ventured deep in to the mysteries of mother forest alone,
when I was free from fears of every kind and sweet delusions,
ancient trees recognized me instantly, from some other life past,
and sung me songs when I sat exhausted,their fruits tasted sweet
made me realize how aftermath of every karma returns to one
at a time unexpected; fruits either sweet or bitter they bring.

Under the shades, of trees,hearing the  lullabies they sung
I slept forgetting the wars won or lost in the past, immaterial
all that now seemed
                                Those trees in their love reminded my mother.
I didn't care when I lost the path,in fact, is there a path in the forest?
All paths lead to one destination, there isn't any other,nothing to worry.

Forest with her thousand hands embraced me and said:
"Every king one day, has to take his heavy crown from his head
put down and walk this path wearing dress made of leaves"

There weren't any footsteps fallowing me here, I didn't expect any.

To the boy with the bad eyebrows,
you were everything I wasn't allowed.
But I didn't like you,
I liked the feeling of liking you.

To the boy who Bollywood dances so well,
We would be so stereotypical,
Indian with Indian,
yet somehow we never came upon eachother.
We should be friends.

To the boy who salutes,
you were the first real one,
and I don’t know if I wanted it,
but it was unexpected.
It just wasn't meant to happen,
but I don't want you to ever leave.
There will always be something here,
I'll always draw to you.

To the boy who made me famous as his rival,
we would be so perfect together.
I've never liked someone as much as you.
Take a jump with me,
I'm sure we would make it beautiful.

To the Venezuelan boy who gave good hugs,
summer flings can't get any better.
We both knew that wouldn't last,
but it was good while it did.

To the boy who's the lion to my inner tiger,
We're almost the same,
and this could've worked,
but I pushed myself into it half-heartedly;
this is for her, not for me.
It just wasn't right.