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Human A
weaving of words
Part the II
By:
Caleb Alan Kestner
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Human A
weaving of words
Part the II
By:
Caleb Alan Kestner
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(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.)
Contents
iiiiiiXIV. Exist
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iiiiiiXVI. Stars
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iiiiiXVII. Symphonic
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iiiiiiXIX. Questions
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iiiiiXXV. Human
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iiiiXXVI. Hubris
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Illustrations
Baby ~ Anonymous 14
Clouds ~ Commons 20
Pencil ~PJH 23
Lewis Carroll
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Exist
Beautiful Accident
Stars
Illumination, light let be
Symphonic
The songs of long lost ages crash like fists a upon a door
Music floats through vaulting hauls and spins through shining air
Hearing’s not the greatest sense but still the most enjoyed
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
Questions
Ode to a Napkin
Napkin lying on the wood
Once quite useful now no good
Your life so short now ripped away
A tragic ending to the day
Shamefully I am accused of tearing you apart
And Josh in laying on this blame has torn'n up my heart
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Ode to a Pencil
Ode to a Lally
Paper Cut
(Dedicated to David N.)
Human
Hubris
Hubris of the human soul
Bliss that slowly takes its toll
Grasping minds can’t comprehend
Breaking thought’s that need but bend
Far to busy fixing things, to ever get them right
They disagree to disagree, and only talk to fight
Pride their overwhelming flaw, Babel’s built of sand
Soaring castles in the sky, delusions more then grand
Ever rolling rocks uphill, the repetition builds
Self inflated genius that their ego quickly guilds
Shadows of their ignorance are cast across their path
To try and bring this fact to light just sparks indignant wrath
Happy to reside within the worlds that they create
Blind to all they need to see until it’s far too late
Stubborn in their surety of what they think they know
Confident of evidence that never seems to show
Carefully they craft the information that they find
Selecting slowly bit by bit what goes into their mind
Making their decisions long before they need decided
Locked inside the layers that at first they’d used too hide
Seeing their deficiencies in everyone but them
They prosecute their problems in the people they condemn
For understanding, in the end, it never even tries
Lost forever deep within its labyrinth of lies
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Continued in . . .
Loss A
weaving of words
By:
Caleb Alan Kestner
http://www.aweavingofwords.blogspot.com