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Tragedy has struck,
A hero has passed.
A man whose deeds,
Remain without a rival.
Inspiration,
He shall forever act as.
Dedication,
He immortally exemplified.
Humility,
Call him a paragon of it,
But he would have denied it.
Determination,
In the face of danger,
Not once, not twice,
Not even thrice,
But more than can be counted.
A hero has passed,
One of strong will,
And yet of a gentle spirit,
An arm always extended to help.
An Eagle's majesty,
A lion's courage,
A fox's cunning,
All with a hound's loyalty,
His passing,
It is a tragedy.
But, let us not mourn him.
Let us not feel sad.
Let us celebrate him.
Celebrate what he accomplished.
Celebrate his character.
Celebrate how he captured
The imagination of man.
Forever.
Let us take his passing,
As a reason,
As a responsibility,
As a duty,
To celebrate him,
To remember him,
To memorialize him,
By doing as he did,
And accepting adventure's call,
Exploring the heavens,
Probing the depths of Space,
That final frontier.
That near-infinite open range.
The Eagle has taken flight, once more.
Safe travels, and Godspeed.
Goodbye, Neil, and Good luck.
August 5, 1930-August 25 2012
A hero has passed.
A man whose deeds,
Remain without a rival.
Inspiration,
He shall forever act as.
Dedication,
He immortally exemplified.
Humility,
Call him a paragon of it,
But he would have denied it.
Determination,
In the face of danger,
Not once, not twice,
Not even thrice,
But more than can be counted.
A hero has passed,
One of strong will,
And yet of a gentle spirit,
An arm always extended to help.
An Eagle's majesty,
A lion's courage,
A fox's cunning,
All with a hound's loyalty,
His passing,
It is a tragedy.
But, let us not mourn him.
Let us not feel sad.
Let us celebrate him.
Celebrate what he accomplished.
Celebrate his character.
Celebrate how he captured
The imagination of man.
Forever.
Let us take his passing,
As a reason,
As a responsibility,
As a duty,
To celebrate him,
To remember him,
To memorialize him,
By doing as he did,
And accepting adventure's call,
Exploring the heavens,
Probing the depths of Space,
That final frontier.
That near-infinite open range.
The Eagle has taken flight, once more.
Safe travels, and Godspeed.
Goodbye, Neil, and Good luck.
- In memory of Neil Alden Armstrong
August 5, 1930-August 25 2012
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I am you
When I flinch, and
The narrow, inciting glimpse of
What I really think marquees along my cheekbones
Just below allegiance because
I know now, my emulsions
Keyed to
You are another person
Your face
mangled, colored by
Someone else's audience
Each crease
straining to drink yourself in
And when they ebb
You wane
But not this time
Instead,
You stand, drenched
In a fountain of bitters,
Your lips
Having been dipped to
and bruised by the ink of
Your tar
Together, bared
Your sins
On display for us, but
I am blind to them, stricken
By just you
And you are insulted, injured
And I am disallowed
To see, as
I am you,
And you can't
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In memory of a hero, and one of my personal inspirations.
Composed entirely on this site.
Goodbye, Neil. You shall never be forgotten.
A true hero for mankind.
Composed entirely on this site.
Goodbye, Neil. You shall never be forgotten.
A true hero for mankind.
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Rest in peace.