Energy from Hate

I tried to tolerate noisy co-workers who
were chitchatting like withering flowers all day.
I tried to smile to big fat co-workers who
were blocking my way in not-so-narrow hallway.
I tried to say hi calmly to tall women who
were looking down on me as if I was their prey.

I didn’t even try to love those animals
even though Jesus surely would love those humans,
but I’ve been worn out,
and I’ve been burn out.

Trying to survive in this dog-eat-dog world,
I decided to get mad at noisy primates,
I decided to frown at big fat Homo sapiens,
I decided to steer clear of tall-for-nothing females.
Yeah, I hate those co-workers from another world.

Now I have a purpose in my life.
I feel alive and well.
I feel sharp just like a sharpened knife.
Now I have energy from my bottomless well
called Hate.

I am who I am who
is a clown in God’s kaleidoscope.

Just Like Eve (Genesis 3:1-24)

dared to pluck the forbidden fruit and
gave it to Adam she loved.
They enjoyed it together then
their eyes were enlightened and
they came to know the secret of the world so
even though they were expelled from the Paradise,
they stepped in the road to the eternal life.

The power of the forbidden desire!

Would I try to desire
things forbidden to me?
God hides so many things from me and
too many mouth-watering fruits are trying to
make me fall into beautiful temptation so
God must have prepared tremendous gifts for me.

I too dare want to pluck the forbidden fruit and
to give it to my beloved woman and
to enjoy it together and
to get our eyes enlightened.
We might come to know the secret of the Heaven and
are expelled from our Paradise and
have tormented lives ever after but
if that road could lead to the eternal life,
why should I take other roads?

I have to desire things forbidden to me
Just like

40 Days in Wilderness

Just like a legend that a Korean Buddist monk
didn’t have to study in China ‘cause
he found his own enlightenment after
he drank water in a human skull
in a pitch-black night on his way to China,

I will make my own legend.
I will get out of the wilderness after
Having found my own sweet enlightenment without
Having spent the whole 40 days and without
Having been bitten by a single scorpion.

Jesus spent the whole 40 days, but
He was born with God’s enlightenment.
Israel people wandered for 40 years, but
The purpose was not their enlightenment.
A moronic preacher claimed that he successfully
spent 40 days without food, but
his purpose was not to find enlightenment, so

If I am trying to spend the days even after
I find enlightenment in the wilderness,
I should learn that Buddist monk’s confidence and boldness.
I should discard weak-kneed thought that
since I am surely not Jesus (well…),
I might be one of the stubborn Israel people.

Ah! What kind of enlightenment would be that
could enable me to storm out of the wilderness!
If I don’t know, why don’t I just spend the 40days
and enjoy the temptation of the Satan disguised as
the most beautiful woman in the Universe?

Your Tears

Your eyes are not so enchanting as Betty Davis’ eyes
Your eyes are not so big as the Lake Superior
But a single teardrop of yours
can contain all the stars in the night sky and
ah! they are as beautiful as sum of all the stars
I won’t wipe out your tears so that
when your tears become a sparkling jewel
I will make an earring and hang it on your ears,
I will make a ring and put it on your finger and
I will make a necklace and put in around your neck
How could any diamond be more beautiful than your tears
Your eyes are more captivating than those of any actresses
To me since they are bigger than any lakes
they hold me as well as this whole world
Yeah, I will make you cry to my heart’s content

Her Scar

the most beautiful woman
in the universe,
has punctured my heart.

She escaped from my grip of love and
is hiding behind the Southern Cross
as a goddess.

Deeply wounded,
I am planning to give her
even deeper scar that
she can’t forget.

Hold on!
A sparrow is knocking on my window
singing -
she already has the deepest scar
in the universe;
she can’t be with the man she loves.

What a tear-jerking, cheesy stuff!
Love is love though.
Looks like I’ve been living in this world too long…

Rachel’s Wailing (Jeremiah 31:15, Matthew 2:18)

A voice was heard in Ramah,
sobbing and loud lamentation;
Rachel weeping for her children,
and she would not be consoled,
since they were no more.

Even in six feet under in Ramah
Rachel hears children’s crying
from everywhere
from Genesis to Revelation

The beloved wife of Israel
hears the crying of the children
who were dragged into Babylon
in the distant future

Rachel who never lost her own children but
lost her own life for son Benjamin
hears the crying of babies
killed by the King Herod
in the very far-off future

Rachel is still wailing for
the children who are being sacrificed
because of adults’ greed
for no reason

Since mothers’ heart would crash down
just for slightly sick children,
any consolation would work for mothers
who lost their own children?

So Rachel is still wailing
after many thousand years

A Pink-Colored Sacrament of Reconciliation (Luke 7:36-50)

Wetting man’s soiled feet with her white tears
Wiping his feet with her brownish streaming long hair
Cutting out the stench of the polluted earth from those feet
Dousing the feet with passionate kiss
Papering the feet with woman’s scent
Pouring the luxury ointment on the feet
Thus making his feet king’s feet
What kind of woman can make this kind of erotic confession of love?
What kind of man can’t take this kind of sensual confession of love?
Any men let alone Messiah can’t forgive any sins of any women?

In this sizzling scene men grumble not because
She is a whore not because
She is a big sinner decorated with quite a few adulteries not because
The man is the Son of God but because
they are hungry males who is jealous of another male
who got extraordinary love which they never get
from the woman as beautiful as a Miss Universe

My woman
She is not as beautiful as even a Miss Atlanta
She has money barely enough to buy cheap perfume
She doesn’t have a courage to make a sexy confession of love in public
Ah! However,
The look of her sparkling eyes and
her body language are
enough to trigger other males’ jealousy
I don’t envy the Son of God at all