Wednesday, September 28, 2005

Red, white, yellow and blue
Black thick lines and bunch of squares
What does it mean? I don't have a clue!
A million dollars? That can't be fair!

- Timothy Kim

Saturday, September 24, 2005

Magnetic Poetry

truth is always beneath you
it whispers of summer morning
but squirrel would eat a popsicle
for my world is simple

- s.m. Timothy Kim

Wednesday, September 21, 2005

What Lips My Lips Have Kissed, and Where, and Why

What lips my lips have kissed, and where, and why,
I have forgotten, and what arms have lain
Under my head till morning; but the rain
Is full of ghosts tonight, that tap and sigh
Upon the glass and listen for reply,
And in my heart there stirs a quiet pain
For unremembered lads that not again
Will turn to me at midnight with a cry.
Thus in the winter stands the lonely tree,
Nor knows what birds have vanished one by one,
Yet knows its boughs more silent than before:
I cannot say what loves have come and gone,
I only know that summer sang in me
A little while, that in me sings no more.

- Edna St. Vincent Millay


Wednesday, September 14, 2005

The Word

spring when the world was mud-
dy and damp the Word ceased to exist

He didn’t fight.
He hadn’t fought at all.
All He wanted was to bring truth to the table.

When the world was puddle-wonderful
Fresh and crisp with blood,
His body hung.

It was a miracle of rare device,
In hate love blossomed
From blood came snow

- s.m. Timothy Kim

Tuesday, September 13, 2005


이젠 그만 울고 싶습니다

너무나도 힘이 듭니다.
멀리나마 하나님의 응원소리가 들립니다.
디모데 너는 할수있다고

하나님이 얼마나 고통스러워 하시고 계시다는것을.
하나님만 바라보고 싶습니다

믿고 따라가고 싶어도
가끔가단 하나님이 밉습니다.
"응원만 하지말고 좀 도와주세요!!"

하나님만 바라 볼테니
이 부서진 마음 고쳐달라고 기도합니다.
그런 기도를 하는 내 마음은 더욱더 아픕니다

이젠 그만 울고 싶습니다


- 聖文 김디모데


Tuesday, September 06, 2005

Fruitless Flower

Down the street lives a nameless flower
Captivating the vagrant, it boasts its beaut
With such rare distinction
It clouds the vagrants mind.

Down the street lives a nameless flower
Watering the flower, his mind in mute
With such sweet salutation
Its spirit and his soul bind.

Down the street lives a fruitless flower
Shrinking away, he ends his pursuit
With such crumbling emotion
Leaves the sick behind

- s.m. Timothy Kim