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Dreams Of Fallen Idols (An Unpublished Thank You and Ode To Walt Whitman)Pt1

Reach into my depths, I could, pulling out pieces of fallen idols, From contemporary to eccentric, From cynics to realists, to romantics, searching deeply to find my voice, If indeed, I have acquired such a tone as those who inspire my very thoughts, Thoreau, Coleridge, Crane, Byron, Poe, Frost, Hayden, Hughes, and Gibran, Pertinent pioneers of published passion, Experienced educators of endearment, Do I dare follow their footsteps imprinted in the wet cement path of time? Or do I respectfully deny my destiny out of fear of inferiority, for who am I? Questions that echo in my mind, punishing with each powerful pounding pulse, No answer awakes within my heart, nor does my mind mentor my vehement in self doubt, "I am nothing, I am afraid", Instead, in the midst of my crossroad, coming to the rescue in the form of an apparition, stirring in my soul are the words of Uncle Walt, "O' Me, O' Life" he repeats with tears in his eyes, "O' Me, O' Life" he says, wiping my fears away, "Why do we live child? Why do we wake and breathe to prolong our existence on this corrupted orb? What in your heart is the most alluring reward for being chosen to walk amongst the grandfathers of your expression? What is the most precious opportunity that any man can have in the epic piece of literature that existence has become?" (Continued on Part 2, please post all comments on Part 2)

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Date: 11/12/2010 10:28:00 PM
I will come back tomorrow and read part 2,,, for now I'm here 2 read this one, and ask you if you could go and comment on my (101 POETS) poem,,lol,, i don't ask , but I added you some where in that dedication poem. Hope too see your name there tomorrow,, later,..p.d.
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