A glowing lantern in the dark,
A quiet, silver, distant spark.
It dances through the velvet night,
And paints the world in pastel light.
Without a sound,
it shifts its grace,
From slender crescent to full face.
A watchful guide for dreaming eyes,
The silent giant of the skies.
Outside my window, lightening flashes;
Thunder rattles the glass in the window pain;
Dark clouds have turned the day to night
In anticipation of the coming rain.
I kick off my slippers; roll up my pants legs;
Dancing in the rain is my only goal.
Uptight neighbors watch me with disgust
As the rain now cleanses my soul.
Their prying eyes worry me not
I shed all my clothes showing everything that I’ve got.
Let their shrinks come and take me away.
When the sun returns drying me and my world
The soul cleansing comes to an end
I go back inside with nothing to hide
Waiting for it to rain once again.
Driving my old, worn-out car,
By chance, near the campus of Chosun University,
I saw a beautiful woman walking by.
Before I knew it, my eyes were locked on her.
Inside my "Blackie," a car with window tinting long faded,
It felt as if I were breathing in her sweet scent
For nearly a thousand seconds,
Sending her a silent, admiring greeting.
But with the sharp instinct of a cat’s whiskers,
She sensed the wave of my gaze
In a mere 0.00001 seconds.
"What a loser, staring at me like that!"
"At least he recognizes beauty when he sees it!"
And then, she furiously began to type on her smartphone,
As if channeling her pure rage.
"Hey girl, some loser in a total junk car
Keeps staring at me. So gross!"
Passing her by in my old, black junk car, leaving her far behind,
I kept driving as if trapped in a sweet, fleeting dream.
While she, as if she had just encountered a nightmare,
Shuddered in disgust and hurried on her way.
A 15-year-old’s eyes, sharp and bright,
Watching his mother through day and night.
She stands strong, but her heart feels torn,
In the classroom, she’s a beacon, but at home, she’s worn.
She teaches with passion, guiding each mind,
But when the bell rings, her smile’s hard to find.
Her shoulders, heavy, weighed by the years,
Fighting silent battles, hidden in tears.
Her lesson plans scattered, books left unread,
She’s up late working while he’s tucked in bed.
A mother and teacher, both roles she plays,
Sacrificing herself in so many ways.
Her hands are tired, but her spirit won’t bend,
The world asks much, but she won’t let it end.
He sees the tired eyes, the stress on her face,
Yet, she smiles when he calls her, offering grace.
She’s the heart of the house, the rock they rely on,
But there’s a loneliness that lingers till dawn.
A single mom, giving all that she can,
Hoping that he’ll grow to understand.
To the boy, she’s everything, a love so true,
And he silently vows, as the years pass through,
To lift her burden, to help her stand tall,
For the woman who gave him everything, after all.
when you fall in front of a bear
pretend to play dead, take this dare
might save your life said my cousin Jer
He’s a crazy coot with Einstein hair
What makes him mad and want to slay
When I pan Dick Tator’s mean play?
Will it be correct
If next I expect
They’re coming to take me away?
Easy to look back at
a life that rolled along
A joyful stream of melody
each day a brand-new song
Yet today I wonder
what might be in front of me…
Perchance what lies ahead
~ the climax to life’s symphony
The feeling I have and feel is hard to explain,
I can see in your eyes you’ve been threw so much pain, but I want to know the little things. I wanna kiss you in the rain.
I want to hold you and tell you it’ll all be okay, and I want you to believe the things I say.
I think about you everyday, I wanna be that soft safe spot for your head to lay.
I know it’s hard, the constant pain and hurt but I promise my hearts also being on alert, I didn’t know this feeling would be more then a flirt.
The women I see has all the light and I know you don’t think your worth the fight,
I can’t wait to hold you real tight and be the one to make things alright.
You were so unexpected,
the moment I truly looked at you I instantly felt connected. I can’t say that I can make it all easy, and I know it sounds cheesy, but I will be here with you through all the thoughts that seem so uneasy.
if you allow me I’ll be the one that never lets you down, and no matter what I’ll always be around. I’ll be the one standing besides you, and behind you , threw the ugly the good and the bad.
Skinny kids
Wrinkled clothes
Crooked windows
Non-symmetrical
Snowman slightly off center
The “Olds”
Wrinkled fenders
A round-headed driver
A teetering toboggan
Hanging from its roof
The artists
Sipping hot cocoa
They’re filming* in front of my building,
Equipment all over the place.
The crew members milling in bunches;
Huge trailers invading the space.
It’s cool to hear “Roll ‘em!” and “Action!”
And know that one day on TV,
The place where I live will be featured,
With actors appearing, not me.
It isn’t a common occurrence
So nobody minds all the fuss.
Tomorrow we neighborhood people
Will be back to routines, with just us.
*an episode of “And Just Like That”
May we be blessed to understand happiness need not be elusive….
It need not be an ever-exhausting hunt for us….
How…
oftentimes…
if we open our eyes…
It’s right in front of us.
Standing in front of my own grave
Walk in the cemetery is a beautiful time killing
This a fascinating study of the life, and the past
Yes, this is true, all cemeteries are part of life
But people hate from the graveyards. But why?
There is no answer to this why? question. Why?
Is a cemetery disgusting? A garden of the past?
A garden of olds’ lives? We must respect them
They built our world, civilizations, and cultures
Yes, I think so. Our ancestors fought for our life
So many wars in our present’s past, died lives
These lives in the cemeteries, in the graveyards
They are alone, they suffering; people don’t mind
Our past neighbors are heroes, all the man and…
all the women; live now, the same as you and me
Yes, but nobody thinks about them. But why? Why?
All graves are flowerless and unkempt. Sad reality
Yes, people forget those people who gave the life
But past see us. We walk without gifts in the cemetery
Our past lives just want only one rose on the grave
I remembered my past life, I found my tomb; old new
A name
Mine
A mother
I know
I took
There
Red
Roses
Mother
Remember
Your life
Two
Lifes
Ago
Brightly blue hue the skies so shine
White marshmallow pillows floats high
Sun solar bright yet a distance black dot, the moon passes by
Moon in front of Sol
In front of the class
she obediently stands
her fingers locked in cradled hands
with downcast eyes and trembling lip
she leaks a tear that sears her soul
then meekly voiced
and barley heard
she mumbles what she thinks the teacher wants.
I'll take a bullet in front of you
I'll die behind you as long as I'm in heaven I know
Were to find you cuz I'm looking down apon you keeping u out of harms way so the devil can't find u
Let me remind you I'll take a bullet in front of u I'll die behind you keeping u out of harms way so the devil can't find u
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