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Byongho Lee Feb 2014
Whisper and stare at the dance before you
Flickering by the dawn of the hazy dusk
Hold faith close as one holds a candle

The shadows only surround your mind
If you let it run wild with chaos
Whisper and stare at the dance before you

They scream and they scowl like a crow
Ripping through prey during its chilly hunt
Hold faith close as one holds a candle

One reaches out and opens its maw
As another follows suit, then another, then another
Whisper and stare at the dance before you

You fall and drop the warmth of the hearth
Its tepid wax slowly seeping into the void
Hold faith close as one holds a candle

The hope might be gone, but you must brave through
Igniting the candle as you reach the end of the song
Whisper and stare at the dance before you

The trail is ending, the shadows relentless
But a small flicker bring in memories
Memories of laughter, of love, or passion
No need to whisper, but stare
At the Candle’s dance before you
As faith holds you close
Byongho Lee Feb 2014
Warning! Like spells, teachers come in various ways
Everyone of them attempts to offer clarity in a specific path
However, enchantments come in good and bad

The Proxy Spell, for a newcomer put to the test
It applies a sense of connection with students through modern means
However, it's youthfulness might fail

The Blinding Curse, often used on the old
It causes one to lose touch with society and its needs
Please do not change any requirements on this spell, for it’s worked in the past
So it clearly must work now

The Sleeping Drought, just a trip to Cloud Nine
You will often forget where you used this, or who you used it on
Forgettable after you leave your chamber
Or will you?

The Tamer’s Drink, for one who controls too much
Asks of student-lead discussions, but fills the time themselves
Too many ingredients may lead to exploding results

Finally, the Passion Fruit, as natural as the morning dew
One gives a teacher this if they have touched the heart
It makes you work hard to reap its fruit, but the rewards are great
Inspiring through his or her art
You can tell when to give this fruit depending on how many minions they have

Please sign here for these five valuable spells. Education is the key to magic.
Minions - Teacher's Assistants
Byongho Lee Feb 2014
Glistening by the comets like a flurry of hail in a frozen song
Shining like the steel of a warrior from Rome
Traveling through chains of stars and moons
Following a lion, a scale, and a winged-horse towards home

The lion is brave, known for its fury and rage
Burning through suns before each eclipse
Leo’s pride, strength, and forceful way of life
Makes enemies cower with a single roar from its lips

The scale emits a chord of peace and war
Both sides beginning with neither side ending
Neutral in its claims, but Libra promises this:
Balance holds worlds without space ever rending

The winged-horse is patient; smart, but wise
The land where it grazes is Elysium’s wish
To understand and to be understood
Pegasus rises from the shadow abyss

One road he must follow and only one gate to cross
With eternal life, time rises or falls like rain
He chooses no predetermined path
And all through space, knows of Cepheus’s reign
Byongho Lee Mar 2013
I stood by waiting for my turn. I stood and I opened my mouth.
There was silence
I had prepared for my tale and prepared for a while.
I had endured more pain that anyone can realize.
There was still silence
I was about to start, when someone stopped me.
He told me that I had no say.
He told me that I had no right.
I was silent
I listened to him speak, about how nobody should listen to me.
I watched as he got up and left.
Then everyone else started to leave.
And I myself, had walked out last.
Bewildered, I was silent
But why? Why was I not allowed to speak?
What made it so I should be oppressed?
Why does my opinion be second-handed, while another's is prime.  
I ask myself this and realize that it is I.
If I cannot stand for my voice, then I should not have a voice at all
I will not be silent.
Byongho Lee Feb 2013
It is a natural instinct to care for yourself
before others. To hear things you want, to see things
you want, and to even believe the things you want

What does that make someone who cares for you
before himself. To listen to your problems, to see your pain, and
to believe the lies and exaggerations you tell

When he has a problem, why do you run?
Why do you shy from the person who cares for you?
Why is it, when his demons appear, you are the one watching him burn?
Why must he brave this burden alone, to wither in your ashes?

What does that make him?
A slave?
A mindless creature?
A soulless shield?
A Scapegoat, nothing more.
Byongho Lee Jan 2013
Lost Purpose

My reason for doing what I do
Is slowly escaping my very essence
My mission and my reason is fading
But clear with this message:

I am a horse that’s plowed too many fields
A bird gathering food for an empty nest
A lion that cannot hunt and feed its pack
A spider weaving broken webs

A baby that has been born old
A cold sun freezing the stars
A bright man in a forgotten room
That is who we are

Lost Faith

I believed in the holy fervor  
The faith that drove me into the world
Now that faith has rejected me
Like a doll rejected by a young girl

These questions I ask leave my lips:

Who can I trust? Who will take me?
Who can see that I am One who is not whole?
I have lost purpose and now lost faith
Colorful, but still petty, like sliver and gold

Lost Sleep*

Pondering this reality has taken its toll
My eyes grow weary with each breath I take
I exhaust my resource of natural light
All I ask for is a gift; all I ask is a break

With this, I choose no path
That could guide me to find my lost treasures
But that path is right here:

I see it with irises, losing their color
I wait for my exhaustion to overwhelm me and *sigh

I wish to close my eyes and fall into slumber with an end
But my eyes stay awake, waving dreams and hopes goodbye
A three-part poem, you never know what you truely have until you lose it
Byongho Lee Jan 2013
Is not being weak, but being open
Allowing you to become more
Than a stone shroud waiting to crumble

To talk and accept your most painful fears,
thoughts, experiences, memories, scars.
To do so, is true bravery

Is not being thought of less, but to being
willing to change, when necessary
To own those weaknesses, and purge them into strengths

So that one day, you can help others
Find a place where the only road is not so dark
Where a vulnerable heart will stand forever
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