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Jung Park and his opinion on Marriage
Marriage, what a delicacy.
But it's better to stay as a celibacy.
If I would marry someone, I'd do it genuinly.
To give love affectionately.
I don't want to do it unintentionally.
It'd be awful if I did it with hesitancy, questionably, and senselessly.
But eventually, I will marry professionally and majestically.
Jung Park + Mystery Girl
She was a teacher. I loved her so.
I was a student. I loved her so.
It was forbidden one sided love.
I wanted to hold her like a baseball glove.
Hair as dark as ruby.
Voice as harsh as reality.
I can't wait till next year.
For I have nothing to fear.
Poem about Jung Park
There was once a Korean name Jung.
He was tall, slender, and fun.
Both great outside and in bed.
When the girls see him, they turn red.
He has over a million girlfriends.
And many more wives.
I would totally recommend.
To let him dive into your lives!
A Breeze of Memory
A graveyard of dead trees
Fallen leaves of vast red and orange seas
Squirrels scurry before winter strikes
As children play while others pass on bikes
A harmony of the trees an the wind come together and sing
As a bird chirps then stops to clean it's wing
Children shrieking and screaming as they play
Angry armies of cars roar past, then fly away
Memories start of when I was a kid
Only broken away by time an what it did
Sitting still only in question
Of who I am and to what is my impression
I laughed . . . I played here
I was happy unknown of fear
But then reality again breaks memory's connection
Only to be lost again, still unknown of my reflection
Celephais
A seaport in the land of Ooth-Nargai,
Being build of sky-blue marble;
Topped by slender minarets.
Bronze statues of famous heroes,
One page topped from Al Azif.
In the center the temple to Nath-Horthath,
Where eighty orchid-wreathed priests serve,
No less than ten thousand years old art they.
The greatest trading center in the Dreamlands,
Creatures of all sort in their bazaars.
As in Sona-Nyl, there being no time,
Nobody ever ages, dreamers aloft
In the taverns of Celephais.
Nobody matures, remaining forever innocent.
King Kuranes: King of Celephais,
Lost his life through drug addiction.
Living forever in the Dreamlands,
In the Palace of Seventy Delights,
Built of flawless rose-crystal.
Past the eastern gate is a park,
Wherein the King build a Norman Abbey
And a small Cornish fishing village,
To resemble his native Cornwall,
To which he can never return,
Now that his waking form is dead...