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A Moment V 2
Eating this apple pie
A moment is gone in a blink of eye
I realize that I have to treasure--
This moment gives me such pleasure
By eating breakfast with you two.
I realize at this moment how blue
I will be when I leave this week.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
Penelope By The Window
the clear sky
seeks
the cold water
behind the calm mind--
a woman
was kissed
beyond the soft clouds.
the taciturn warrior
cries
the burning question
within the wounded heart--
a girl
is blooming
above the quiet sky.
Norman Y. Won & Ashley L. Cartwright
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
Outside Of The Incomplete Triangle
the drunk girl
sings
the shattering glass
within a dark water--
A heartache
is seeing
from the deep lonely soul.
the big boy
escapes
the dear car
into the skeptical world--
a child
is crying
below the blue sky.
--Norman Y. Won & Jessica M. Castro
Numb
I lie myself on my bed during this late night
Feeling like I am immobile and unable to fight
To break free from my depression.
I have only one question--
Why did I do this?
All I want was bliss
But not this moment of oblivion.
Seeing these intangible images like Vivian
I seem to be in trance with incense.
Losing a sense
I am unable to feel,
Or know what is real.
Losing a sensation in my fingers
I fear that this anomaly lingers.
Spreading throughout my lifeless body--so numb.
Why am I so dumb?
Oh, please save me, Nausicaa, from this bad dream--
Before I become insane, and before I really want to scream,
Even through I lost my coherent ability to speak.
Alas, my heroline, I have become so weak.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
Not Many Of Us V1
I have walked my last mile
Ending this chapter of my life--you smile
As my blood spills onto a tile.
I am one of the few of this land
Of a rare breed of chivalrous men--oh, please understand
That there are not many of us.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
An Empty Bottle
the drunk poet
finds
the forgotten world
by this empty bottle--
a star
is falling
through the dark cracks.
the familiar clerk
provides
the great tool--
a solution
is disappearing
behind the unclear mind.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
Not Many Of US V2
I am one of the few men of this land
Of a rare breed of chivalrous men--please understand.
I am a classic man
Don't worry about what I plan
To forget about what is missing
Nor about what we are reminiscing
On our minds for quite awhile
Please my friend smile
Let us fool the public eye
Please don't be shy.
We will have a good time,
So finish our Corona with a lime.
Let those girls thrist for me
They all wish to break free
From what they throught was real.
I am so lucky to have you--you should feel
How happy that I came with you, my friend.
Oh, fair maiden, letting go briefly my depression to transcend
Please understand I need to click on this button to send.
Looking at that the screen it says, "Your message has been sent to:"
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
Sleeping Pills
These inspiring words
Keep
The sleepless poet
By a dim candle.
An inscription
Is bleeding
Onto the blank page.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
Fragile
pretty girl, very slim, pearl gray eyes, short brunette hair,
there are a pile of magazines displaying a cover girl
as her towel drops onto the floor, she steps back
to see her whole figure in a looking glass
with concerns about her weight, height, and shape,
so she hopes to achieve a measure of attractiveness.
watching a tv ad about a new Calvin Klein fragerance
i respect her privacy by not asking any questions
and not making or confirming any assumptions about her.
she seems to be fragile since the mass media has consumed
her self-respect, distorted her self-image, and
poisoned her mind with these spoon-fed media images.
i find her to be a beautiful woman
with a great inner-beauty to match,
so i tell consolely her this many times.
pretending that she did not heard me
she seems to be blinded to the truth
that she turns away from her reflection
of what she thinks that she looks like
and not of what she really is -- pretty.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
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First Imprints
The first thing that I noticed about you
Is how you are so cool that I would be
Such a damned fool not becoming your pal,
So I make friends with you by some means.
Who would not want to be your friend?
You seem intelligent, sassy, and witty.
You are a rare breed of women that
You are in quest of your Prince Charming.
In the past, these coldhearted suitors
Of no value have injured your heart.
I could list on if and only if I could
Open you like a textbook and read through
The content of your personality and soul.
Talking on your cell phone I wish that
I could have your number, so I could
Be lucky enough to be familiar with you well.
Indeed, you are a rare breed of your gender,
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
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My Snow Angel
On a snowy day
We make snow angels.
Standing by them
We smile and laugh
At what we have done.
Quivering from the coldness
I brush away the snow
Off your blonde hair.
Nestling with each other
I take a deep audible breath
And look into your lovely eyes.
Then, I whisper into your ear;
I say quietly to you
That I do not have
To make a snow angel
Since there is already one
Right here with me,
you my snow angel.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
Don't be that way, my fair lass.
Don't be so sad on this day;
It is not a time to dismay.
Soon your busy day will be over,
So luckily, you'll find a four-leaf clover,
And you'll smile and become tipsy on St. Patrick's Day.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
Visiting A Friend At Her Workplace
How lucky that you are my friend?
As I stand here waiting for someone,
I hesitate to start a conversation with you,
So I take one deep breath before I walk in.
Seeing you in your nice fleece half-pullover
You are eating your lunch at your workplace.
Exchanging each other's greetings
We talk about what we did last weekend.
I feel comfortable chatting to you
About anything such topics as
My romantic interests in your gender,
Even though I articulate how I detest women
Like Galatea's sculptor did at first.
Realizing how lucky to be your friend
I hope to find a lovely woman like you
To be my fair Juliet and not my Rosaline.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
Will you be my valentine just for a day? Version 1
My eyes grow just as heavy as rocks
That I cannot stay awake any longer.
Falling asleep on my confortable bed
I am dreaming of my valentine girl.
Awaking up the next morning
I feel that I am like Charlie Brown.
I have no valentine on St. Valentine's Day,
So I would like to choose you
To be my valentine for just a day.
Hopefully, You know
That I exist in your world.
I know that we are just friends,
But there is no valid reason
That we cannot celebrate together today.
Will you be my valentine just for a day?
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
Will you be my valentine just for a day? Version 2
Like Charlie Brown,
I have no valentine on this day,
So I would like to choose you
To be my valentine for just a day.
Hopefully, you know
That I exist in your world.
I know that we are just friends,
But there is no valid reason
That we cannot celebrate together today.
Will you be my valentine just for a day?
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
I have never been kissed before
I have kissed a girl before,
But I have not felt that event.
The moment when I kiss someone,
The world around me becomes all vaporous.
The only thing in focus is this person and me.
I realize this other person is the one
Whom I meant to be kissing her until I die.
For an instant, I get this prodigious gift.
I just want to laugh first, and then want to cry
Because I feel so lucky and blessed
That I finally experience this event.
I am so paralyzed in fear
That it will go away all at once.
Only for this moment, I have truly been kissed.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
One Cold Raining Afternoon
The cold rain
dries
the hooded man
from the blessed sea--
A star
is running
beyond this dim door.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2004 Norman Y. Won
Alone
The lost child cries
The shooting star
against the wind
A jack-in-the-box
was bleeding
above the sky
The quiet one sings
the crackling fire
across the field.
A shadow
Is shading
Beneath their sheets
The pale one wanders
The dizzying sky
around the shadows
A blizzard
was burnt
across his chest
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
An Oath of Friendship
I wish to be thy friend,
Forever with no break, death, or fall.
When humanity is on the verge of its death,
And the evil forces take over.
When the world grows fatally cold
And meets its fate,
Not till then will I part from thee, my precious friend.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
Do you hear the voices?
My beautiful one,
Do you hear the voices?
They call out your name
In a sweet tone.
Silence comes for a moment,
And you wait for the unexpected.
A sweet melody of a flute
Was filling into you.
The sound of the flute fades
For a moment.
A child's voice continues the sweet melody
And the other voices join in.
The voices sing their
Hearts out for you, my beautiful one.
Do you hear the voices?
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
Have I Lost Myself?
Have I Lost Myself?
Or have I hidden myself from me?
Have I lost myself?
Or have I revealed myself behind me?
Have I lost myself?
Or have I wandered off far away?
Have I lost myself?
Or have I drawn myself near by?
Have I lost myself?
Or have I lain myself on my bed?
Have I lost myself?
Or have I come as someone else?
Have I lost myself?
Or have I not changed from my own self?
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
I Wish To Be Thy Lover
I Wish To Be Thy Lover
Forever with no fall, break, or death.
When Judgement day comes,
God will take His People into His Kingdom.
When all of the others get their punishments
And all of the humanity vanishes off the face of earth,
Not till then will I part from thee, my precious darling.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
The Drunken Kiss
The fast beauty
touches
The unexpected guest
of the dark shadows
A dare
is running
between the fires and clouds in the dark sky
The animal cracker
holds
the soft wings
above the burning forest
A heart
is exploding
from the drunken atmosphere
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
The New Dawn
The new dawn
emerges
the whole new world
from the bloody debris
A newborn
is hoping
beyond the murky light evil
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
The red hair girl
The red hair girl
seeks
the cloudy full moon
by the paused river
A gentlemen
is roaming
under the bright shadows
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
My obession is abating at sunset
The orange sun
purchases
the white cream
above the black rod
An obession
is abating
below the deep dark sea
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
Why Did My Heart Rush?
Why did my heart rush?
As we past each other,
I was frozen by your enchanting stare.
As you hold onto your red pigtails,
We exchanged greetings shortly.
My heart speeds up for a moment.
Why did it rush for you?
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
The Shattered Crush
The bleeding Romeo
shatters
the hidden crush
of the unavoidable question
A friendship
is emerging
above the dark sky
The hidden suitor
stands
the taken Juliet
under the forbidden apple tree
A clue
is revealing
through the deep dark forest
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
Spending a night with a slutty devil
The slutty devil
freezes
the red-hot outfit
beyond the flashing lights
A soul
is paying
through the sordid exchange
The hooded man
wonders
the blonde hair
below the murky fire
A night
is spinning
by the delightful dance floor
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2002 Norman Y. Won
Just An Ordinary Girl
Oh, what fools
Are these new acquaintances,
Who only think
That they know you,
To speculate how innocent that you are.
Everyone see how you are such an everyday angel,
But no one always knows what is going on in your mind.
Channeling your rage against the world,
Your frustration of everyday stresses
And spontaneous situations,
Your depression, and your aggression
Through the hardcore music,
Your screams release them within your world.
Like everyone, you have a dark side,
But you have also a good side.
You seem to be a sweet wholesome girl
That anyone can see that, even a fool.
Those close friends know how you are
Just an ordinary girl
Releasing your dark side.
Norman Y. Won
Copyright ©2003 Norman Y. Won
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Placid Dreams
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placid dreams
trauma,
my eyes open to the point of dialation
a paralyzing enigma trickles down my spine
creatures i have never seen before surround me
they are getting closer as the mind expands maliciously
figures,
I see these vague personages spinning wildly above me
these beasts intensely send chills throughout my vessel
they have the advantage,
there is nothing that I can do as i lie there frozen like ice
still getting closer as they twirl towards me in a whirlwind formation
what am i experiencing, am i conscious?
piercing hemorrhages,
yet i do not rise from my bed
my body has arisen into intergalactic galaxies
quasars, stars, moons, suns, pass by my eyelids
my iris is overwhelmed with light
so-called illusions,
i am stationed in a cold vast space
dreams, reality, life,
a dream can be so real sometimes yet I cannot define being awake
random needles, injections, tablets and strips
i realize i am the reason i am never truly awake
--Joel A. Pearson and Norman Y. Won
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