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January 17, 2005
Martin Luther King's day, this morning, I woke up, with the idea of writing a piece, about Martin, - could not wait to get to the store and write it down, my head was filled with different posibilities, words, metaphors, it had to be simple and direct, the language should be contemporary. so I got to the store and wrote it, posted it on POETS.COM, and then it scared me, it was strong and political, and it was born to carry on its own, usually late term abbortions in these cases do not work, the piece is alive, living in its pink, breathing skin, and you, the author, look at this formed, shaped mass of words, ready to fly away, and as Ms, Bronte says, " THE WORD IS DEAD, WHEN IT IS SAID, SOME SAY, ... I SAY, IT JUST BEGINS TO LIVE THAT DAY." hMMM, ANYWAY, I ASKED ONE OF MY HOMEYS AT POETS.COM, TO REVIEW IT. SHE WAS NOT AROUND YET, SO I FOUND, my man in the mirror FEREYDON, on the IM, he reviewed it, and calmed me dow, so, it is there and probably at some point, I will post it here. after I rewrite, thighten and rewrite it again to my satisfaction. we had a nice talk, with Fery, TTHERE IS STILL HOPE FOR HIM,!!!, I gave him some homework, well if any body else is interested, pls, read, BRIDGE ACROSS FOREVER, and watch the movie- TALK TO HER ,. Posting and building this web page is taking lots of my time, I enjoy it a lot, but I am dying to write, a few more poems, so, I CAN GO THERE,.............................Posted by Idinraha at January 17, 2005 11:10 AM