Human: A Weaving of Words (Part the II)

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HumanA

weaving of words

Part the II

By:

Caleb Alan Kestner


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HumanAweaving of wordsPart the II

By:

Caleb Alan Kestner


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Copyright 2009 by Caleb Kestner.

All Rights Reserved.

(I make no claim to the illustrations; they are in no way my creation, unless otherwise

noted. If you happen to know the author of one of the pictures listed, as anonymous,please let me know so I can give them proper credit.)

2nd

Story PressMinneapolis, Minnesota

Printed in the United States


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This book is dedicated to my Mom

Who gave me words.Thank you.


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Contents

iiiiiiXIV. Exist

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iiiiiiiXV. Beautiful Accident

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iiiiiiXVI. Stars

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iiiiiXVII. Symphonic

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iiiiXVIII. Floating Castles~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~20

iiiiiiXIX. Questions

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iiiiiiiXX. Ode to a Napkin

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iiiiiiXXI. Ode to a Pencil

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iiiiiXXII. Ode to a Lally

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iiiiXXIII. Paper Cut

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iiiiXXIV. edeturs Pleaze Skip Theis Pome!

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iiiiiXXV. Human

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iiiiXXVI. Hubris

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Illustrations

Exploding Clock ~ Salvador Dali

Baby ~ Anonymous

Stars ~ Hubble Telescope

Hagia Sophia ~ Anonymous

Clouds ~ Commons

Question Mark ~ Anonymous

Paper Napkin Skull 2 ~ skulladay.com

Pencil ~PJH

Natalie/Lincoln ~ Mary Kestner

Domesday Book ~ Andrew Williams

Old Grammar Book ~ Anonymous

Vitruvian Man ~ Leonardo da Vinci

The Confusion of Tongues ~ GustaveDore

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It's a poor sort of memory that only works backwards.

Lewis Carroll


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Exist

Im sitting here within a class with nothing left to doTheres twenty minutes left before this misery is through

Im buying words to spend the time that I dont want to wait

A woven web of moments that are written on my fate

The paper shifts and crinkles as my pencil wears away

Its markings span the eons of this slowly moving day

And now ten minutes have gone by; Im only halfway there

The clock spins down to just five left between my frequent stares

At last the class is over and Im finally free to go

But I have no ride or transport so I still cannot go home

And so to end this tragic tale Ill leave you all with thisThe worst of ways to spend your days is simply to exist


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Beautiful Accident

Beautiful accident, perfect mistakeCruel twists of life that a better life make

Moments of madness that if given time

Smooth out their wrinkles and measure their rhyme

Heartbroken sadness, purest of painsLife falls apart but the choice still remains

Will you accept it? Or toss it away?

Lifetimes of moments are hinged on a day

Life unexpected, death now decideTo accept what you've broken, or break what you hide

Greatest of treasurers, tragically wonWebs of existence yet to be spun

Two hearts in rhythm, two lives entwinedBrilliance unwanted that's blinding your mind

Sad for the moment, or sad evermore?Choices are littered like shells on the shore

Will life take life in an effort to live?

What right's the greater, to take or to give?

Beautiful accident, perfect mistakeThe whole world is moved by the path of its wake


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Stars

Illumination, light let be

All that is, is due to thee

Violent spectrum, color roars

Breaking waves on cosmic shores

Fire flies with blazing wings

Life and heat its brilliance brings

Across the vaults of heaven ride

On paths from which no dark can hide

Suns of thunder, worlds of light

Swirling spheres in black of night

The engines of both space and time

The clockwork of existence's rhyme


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Symphonic

Sifting sound in semblance seem a million things or more

The songs of long lost ages crash like fists a upon a door

Music floats through vaulting hauls and spins through shining air

Tendrils flowing gently down like strands of golden hair

Orchestras a thousand strong or wandering minstrels few

From might oaks of silence symphonies of songs do hew

Stirring fast emotions that before would barely turn

Teaching lessons never taught to those who could not learn

The chorus of the rustling leaves the music of the snow

The gurgles of a bubbling brook that sing as well as flow

Musics simple majesty, the beauty of a tune

Moments if to late begun may also end too soon

Hearings not the greatest sense but still the most enjoyed

Providing that the sounds they sense are properly employed

Music makes complete the heart and sound fulfills the soul

Sight may paint the picture but its sound that makes it whole


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Floating Castles

Floating castles drift on highWeightless mountains brush the sky

Cool blue ether shifts and swirlsMisty landscape twists and curls

Kingdoms form and fade awayA thousand times in every day

Dragons spawn in every stormSpitting lightning as theyre born

Angels coast in regal pridePainting sunsets as they glide

The vastness of it overwhelmsThe awe inspired by its realms

To think that seas themselves could fly

Or fall in specks to small to spyThat a thing so great could be so small

To rises so high to merely fall

That a simple vapor in the airCould cause the darkest heart to care


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Questions

A sleep deprived mongoose once wondered a thoughtA quick postulation capriciously caught

"Is sleep for the dreaming? Or dreaming the sleep?""If I look through a peephole does that make me a peep?"

"Is the sky up above us? Or the earth down below?""If your audience is blind can you still have a show?"

"If you smell what you eat can you eat what you smell?""If a water-hole's sick. Can it still be a well?"

"If strikers are struck is it just retribution?""If you contribute no help is it still contribution?"

These questions were heavy. Too hard to endure.So he went to a friend and he gave them to her

Ah ha she responded you look quite confusedMe thinks that to much you have recently mused

But answer I will (to the best that Im able)Now please be attentive (dont chew on the table)

Yes, no, could be, I just couldnt say

No, perhaps, maybe, it might work that wayI hope I have cleared all the questions you raised

That Ive answer the musings that had you so dazed

Now if you dont mind friend I really must goThere are so many others who need what I know

And as she walked off with her confident strideThe mongoose just chuckled then sat back and sighed

I may be confounded confused and confuddledBut at least I admit when I know that Im muddled

Id rather ask questions though answers Ive noneThen pretend that Ive solved them and prove that Im dumb


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Ode to a Napkin

Napkin lying on the wood

Once quite useful now no goodYour life so short now ripped away

A tragic ending to the day

Shamefully I am accused of tearing you apartAnd Josh in laying on this blame has torn'n up my heart


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Ode to a Pencil

Pencil, pencil on the ground

Lying there without a sound

What callused heart abandoned thee?

Took all you had then set you free?

How fickle is the human mind

That leaves once valued things behind

Cast off you lay there all alone

Spent and broken on the stone

Your life was measured in your length

Your worth in words you gave

And when you could erase no more

They tossed you to your grave


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Ode to a Lally

Sister, sister best of mine

Wonderous the name is thineWho else can by line and verse?

Quote any movie unrehearsed?Wax eloquent of Shakespeare's ways?

Or speak of rats and pies for days?

Triumphant in each altercationHomestarmy strong determination

Short in stature, tall in heartBeautiful as well, as smart

Gryffindor without a doubtNo Hufflepuff will sort her out

A shining example of why one should readA beacon of knowledge to all those in need

A sister, a mother, a daughter, a wifeYou've played to perfection each role of your life

My big little sister, missed more then she knowsMy heart travels with her wherever she goes

From Bucci to Tula this poem is for youFrom Caleb to Natalie, these lines I construe

In laughing remembrance of each "Oo-de-lolly"I do now deliver my "Ode to a Lally"


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Paper Cut

(Dedicated to David N.)

Pain thou name is paper cut

Foe thou name is page

Ruthlessly I was attacked

Provoked into this rage

Dare thee I, again to try

To rend me skin from skin

For if thou do then I shall too

To thee and all thy kin


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we needs to trulee educates each child in its verbsto teach them what a Pronown be bad habits we must curb

now you may find it funy when a person Fumbles letters

you laugfh and moc theyre Stumbles as you shuld fore wes there bettorsButt if we do knot change there ways and give a helpping hand

they will REC our gorgous language and theyel tear a part ouwer land

so Weather you may chuze to here or give this Pome a thoughtyou can knot ever say again that of this you new nought

a Tragide it seems to me is creeping up on mana loss of writen Beauty could now finelee be at hand

and though you may not feel this problum is of massive Relavanceremember without gramer that thered be know written Elegence


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Human

Human I enter, human I leave

Human I'm happy, human I grieve

Human I ponder, human I pause

Human I look for some purpose or cause

Human I tower, human I fall

Human I hurtle, human I crawl

Human I wonder, human I see

Human I search for the human in me

Human I hope and yet human I fail

Human I'm locked in this fight to prevail

Human I'm only, perfectly flawed

Human by heaven in every way awed

Human I've loved, and human betrayed

Human I've followed, human I've strayed

Human I've laughed, and human I'll cry

Human I've lived, and human I'll die

Human forever, human soon gone

Human too little, human too long

Human I am, and I was, and will be

Human I wait, till from human I'm free


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Hubris

Hubris of the human soul

Bliss that slowly takes its tollGrasping minds cant comprehend

Breaking thoughts that need but bendFar to busy fixing things, to ever get them right

They disagree to disagree, and only talk to fightPride their overwhelming flaw, Babels built of sandSoaring castles in the sky, delusions more then grand

Ever rolling rocks uphill, the repetition buildsSelf inflated genius that their ego quickly guilds

Shadows of their ignorance are cast across their pathTo try and bring this fact to light just sparks indignant wrath

Happy to reside within the worlds that they createBlind to all they need to see until its far too late

Stubborn in their surety of what they think they knowConfident of evidence that never seems to show

Carefully they craft the information that they findSelecting slowly bit by bit what goes into their mind

Making their decisions long before they need decidedLocked inside the layers that at first theyd used too hide

Seeing their deficiencies in everyone but themThey prosecute their problems in the people they condemn

For understanding, in the end, it never even triesLost forever deep within its labyrinth of lies


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Continued in . . .

LossAweaving of wordsPart the III

By:

Caleb Alan Kestner

http://www.aweavingofwords.blogspot.com

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