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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
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