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| The Bird that Flew Away The beautiful song from the bird that flew away, never leaves my ears for it sings night and day. Within my mind the song never ceases, while it break my heart into a thousand pieces. The bird that flew away never really went far I like to play golf but can never hit par She doesn't like me but I like her, a disease in my life but without a cure. Summer 2002 |
| Desperate Afternoons As the World Turns, the Young and the Restless compete with the Bold and the Beautiful. As a Guiding Light brings Dynasty to an end, Passion brings lust and deceit into the household. Summer 2002 |
| Hyung We are two yet one. I am you and you are me. Continuing a generation at a time. We go on our own ways yet, are always together, one as the other. From the same womb, to the same room, we shared everything and anything. The light within you, I pray, will emerge within me. The light with me, I pray, will emerge within you. Thanks hyung 2002 |
| Untitled It endures till the end of time. Never ceases to exist. Delt a crushing blow, it will only grow stronger. Only if it is true. |
| The Fam While my cigarette burns I take a look around and see, The tall all knowing willow tree. The tree that has been through so much and yet stands tall aside the river. The willow that seems to droop and hang fragile but yet strong as a whip. The far away gold palace. The palace that amuses me, that tells me stories of long ago. The golden palace that watches over me when i stray away from it and calls back when I am too far. The mountain in the horizon, steadfast and stubborn, but yet soft and manageable. The mountain that will support all that I go through as I trudge on. The cross in the distance reminding me of him. Righteous cross that makes me happy just to see it again. The cross that provides what others cannot. The flame of the lighter dancing joyously around me. The flame with the knowledge of many things, all of which can destroy or create. The flame that rejuvenates. The young pine standing tall and stout. Bark still soft, the pine has nothing to do but grow, closer to everything around it. The tree that always provides me shade while still reaching towards the heavens. The sun, the bright sun. Watches over all, providing the essentials of life. It is always nice when the sun is out. The sunny sun that begins a new day, fresh and clean. All of these combine to make what surrounds me. I sit back and observe their interactions with each other and the unyielding love and harmony. Lord, please allow me to stay where I see such beautiful a world as I see now. Thanks to all. Summer 2002 |
| To Be Comfortable Who would have thought that this could happen To be in love with another's attraction Not to the one that was thought to be But to the one that could never be Perhaps its because we wanted to be closer Or maybe its because we got a little closer To the reality that it could never pass But to be comfortable all must be let go Knowing that there is One that will take care of it all There should be no inhibitions All for the sake of being Comfortable July 8th 2003 |
| "These are the dreams we left on loves blue pillow under the film of time. They are lighter than the tree branch, the wind shakes this morning. I can smell their shadowing, I can feel your neck a silken ache around which beauty climbs and glitters. One is the dream in which you stand before me breathing so lusciously, the stars weep around your head like white goddess eyes. In the other, whole forests imitate my body, rocking gently up right in pure madness. Even the wind crying love, turns its thousand powers into music, but the symphony of a thousand fiddles is less beautiful than you." -Anonymous |
| As I look out the Window... As I look out the window I see powdered snow accumulate And I wonder what it tastes like. As I look out the window I wonder What she is doing. As I look out the window I wish I knew who she was and what she is like. As I look out the window I see an angel in the snow. |
| Experience At every end of a dark, secluded tunnel there is light. Even inside a cave with no possible way out there is light, I see light. Wherever I am the light is with me. Nov. 15th 2001 |
| Truth I want to be with you But I restrain myself from holding you in my arms. I want to feel your gentle touch But I shy away containing my true feelings. I want to hear you voice But I am afraid of making a fool of myself. I want to make you happy But all my wants are second to that of your's. And so I wait, Wait until I am what you want. |
| Fooooooooood! I like to say, "How hungry am I" while I sit and dream of apple pie. Mashed potatoes and corn with my ham I like to make fried rice with some spam. Kimchee-bokum-bab topped with cheese Sootah-myun lamyun also with some cheese. They say filet mignon is only for the rich But I got me some just sitting in my fridge. If I dont eat I might just die "Oh how hungry am I." February 22, 2005 |
| I missed. I miss the bickering. I miss the bantering. I miss the nights of talking I miss the nights of watching. I miss the randomness. I miss the silliness. But most of all, I miss you. I missed you. August 2, 2006 |
| A Love Story |