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The Dream PoemI have failed.
I have failed myself, my teachers and the very world I sought to protect.
It's only now that I see what how my actions affected the world in front of me.
How could it come to this?
When did I stare into the abyss?
I must get away from him.
He is a monster and I must stop him before even life itself dims.
I thought of him as a friend but he revealed himself as a foe.
Now I must go, go back to the place I know.
I'm ashamed to show my face.
They taught me the Art; they accepted me and took me into their hearts.
In return, I betrayed their trust and reduced their values to dust.
I wonder will even the Academy be attacked because now I am back.
I wonder, how many years has it been since I last walked here.
I remember the first time I walked down these stairs.
I was so excited and a little bit scared.
The pale blue light illuminated the night as I walked down to place before my eyes.
I remember passing through the door and learning about the world.
I though I knew what I wante
History of Tang Soo DoThe History of Tang Soo Do
To fully understand the history of Tang Soo Do you must first understand the history of Martial Arts in Korea. From 1909 onward Japanese forces controlled the Korean Peninsula and destroyed all traces of ancient Korean Martial Arts. Only two documents survived to give us insight into Korea's martial history. They are the Moo Yeh Jee Bo and the Moo Yeh Do Bok Tong Gi. Modern Korean Martial Arts are a mixture of the remnants of Korean Martial Arts, and traditional Chinese and Japanese Martial Arts.
The early history of Tang Soo Do is traced back to the period when Korea was divided into three kingdoms. After many wars the three kingdoms united under the Silla Dynasty. Evidence of Tang Soo Do is common in those names. There are many mural paintings, ruins and other artifacts that depict Tang Soo Do. In fact, many of the early leaders of the Silla Dynasty belonged to a group called "Hwa Rang Dan," which was a major force in developing Korean Martial Arts.
Eyes That Reflect My MindMy eyes represent a fundamental truth about me.
Its how my eyes see, that tells me about the fear I carry inside me.
If I just look at what is in front of my eyes, I'm fine.
My visions clear, I feel no fear and what is near I can find.
But if I look ahead, beyond the bend, I'm blind.
The vision fades, my resolve wavers and I can't hear the words I long to savor.
As long as I look at the here and now, my eyes are sound.
But, I don't know where my life is heading.
I don't know what to do.
Why can't I come to my senses, drop this pretension and let go!?
Why can't I let go of the chains holding me?
Why can't I let go and never look back?
I don't know where I'm going and that makes me afraid.
My time is ending and I wonder, "Was it all a waste?"
Its not okay, its not fine!
I'm running out of time.
I don't even know what I hope to find!
I feel this feeling of fear swelling up inside.
To relieve the pressure I find that I must etch this feeling on my canvas so the whole world can hear.
All Here For A ReasonI turned onto a shady, well-manicured driveway that, for all intents and purposes, looked harmless enough. Maple trees lined both sides of the street, and a parade of Canadian geese marched across the road to a wide duck pond with a flamboyant fountain. There were blooming crepe myrtles and rose-of-sharons, and as I grew closer to my destination, neatly trimmed gardens with neatly trimmed bushes.
I stopped to let the geese pass. They looked at me; one hissed. I honked my horn and moved around them.
At the end of the road sat a collection of grayish buildings and a number of signs directing me to the appropriate parking lot. "Welcome to Ten Creeks Hospital," said one of them. "Please enjoy your stay." I parked in the visitor's lot. Surely I wouldn't be staying.
I was shaking when I got out of my car. I had spent the morning getting high. One foot in front of the other, flip-flop noises, hot sidewalk. Mulberry and magnolia trees, freshly shaved grass. A bench and pan for smokers. A set o
[transmissions of a dead girl]i am the
moon: i am
the silver pill
to weigh down
into leaden eyes--
i am the
of the dark.
the stars are
all dead in their
you'll be safe, dear,
as i am the moon,
with all of your
(i am good bye and yet,
you think only of romantic
i am the moon.
i am the crescent
and dead altogether,
i still die.
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