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It’s A
weaving of words
Part the IV
By:
Caleb Alan Kestner
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It’s A
weaving of words
Part the IV
By:
Caleb Alan Kestner
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Contents
IiiXXXX. I are . . . I am
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iiXXXXI. If
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iiiXXXXII. It’s
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iiXXXXIII. Fallen
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iXXXXVII. Wall
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XXXXVIII. Mountain
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iiXXXXIX. Who am I?
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“If you don't know where you are going, any road will get you there.”
Lewis Carroll
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I are beauty
fleeting
shallow
I am careless
stark and
callow
I are conquered
cringing
choice-less
I am silent
mute and
voiceless
I are teardrops
softly
crying
I am the dead
doomed and
dying
I are human
broken
grieving
I am my own
ending
weaving
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If
It’s
Fallen
By: Caleb Kestner
Ode to an Ode
A synthesis of will
What Happens
Once
You've fallen?
Wall
Once upon a midnight dreary
Came a traveler wet and weary
His cloak was sodden through and through
Upon his feet more holes then shoe
The road was rough the ground was stony
The man was thin and rather bony
Then all at once the road just ended
His journey stopped his quest suspended
A giant wall stood in his way
As tall as night as long as day
So there he sat to ponder and wonder what to do
To pass this insurmountable obstruction of his view
There was no wood within this wall, nor brick or rock or steel
For it was made of stronger things then those material
This wall was made of all in life that strives to make you fail
Of pain and lies and hardship of dead and rot and stale
At first the man was locked with fear immobilized by shame
A thousand things that he’d done wrong all rushed to fill his brain
Then as he sat there shaking a shudder shook the wall
Its surface started cracking and chunks began to fall
Then with a sigh of effort the man rose to his feet
He’d come too far and worked to long to let himself be beat
So with a mighty crash the wall did rend its self-apart
And the man strode once more onward through the walls now broken heart
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Mountain
Wrinkled stone sags gently down the mountain's aged face, tufts of snowy hair
stream down his craggy chin and pool softly at his feet
Cavernous lungs pull moist air in through limestone teeth and moss-lined nostrils
All across the mountain a cloak of life blooms and flourishes, entire lifetimes
The mountain sleeps; a giant who dreams of far off places and tells himself that in
a moment he'll rise from the cradle of his birth, stretching out the ridges of his skin
In a moment his eyelids will crack open with a rumble, pine tree lashes fluttering
as he looks with sliver eyes at the world for the first time
In a moment he'll shake off the residue of his creation and with thundering steps
go explore this place that gave him life just moments before
In a moment…
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Who am I?
Who am I? I wonder.
and whence from have I come?
Where to am I going?
and when will I arrive?
Who am I affecting?
and who’s affecting me?
Who am I? I wonder.
and what will be the sum?
of all that I’ve accomplished,
when at last my time has come.
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Pro Crastinator
Blessing
That you still feel Gods presence though the times may be dire
That you grow from life’s lessens and teach what you learn
Goodnight my love
Acknowledgments
First off let me just say if I forget to mention you, it’s probably because you
didn’t matter enough for me to remember, no I’m sure you matter . . . to someone ;P.
Honestly though, I’m only going to focus on people who effected, influenced and
inspired my writing (that I was able to remember, ok, ok, I’ll stop). Anyway here goes,
thank you with all that I am for all that you’ve been.
Joanna for being the rubber wall I could bounce my concrete ideas off of. Jill for
believing I could measure up to my imagination, and in doing so giving me the
confidence to try. Jeremiah for being a porcupine patch farming communist and the
perfect devils advocate. David N. for getting paper cuts. Natalie for the magnificence
that is “The Duo!”. “The Joshness” for believing our genes combined can conquer the
world! (Provided yours don’t by osmosis.) John for being an outgoing, hilarious,
musical genius, so that I didn’t have to, and could just use you. James for wanting to
read my stuff more then I wanted to write it. Molly for proving that Disco isn’t dead.
Nathan for being a Kestner (seniority or not). Josh Anderson for moving up here, getting
five jobs, and giving me all the money so I can kick start my writing career (wink, wink,
nudge, nudge). Dayna for being so agreeable when it comes to disagreeing. Naomi for
being the smartest person I know . . . who thought Canada was a state. Ben for giving me
two nephews and another brother. April for buying this book (on the off chance I ever
find away of selling it to you). Marcus Dee, you better get your butt moving and start
hanging out with me so I’ll have something to mention in vol. 2. Raquel and Aunt Betsy,
how could one not be influenced by you. Cheri for the support and affirmation, now, and
as far back as I can remember. And for creating a family as awesome as my own
(Keitzells forever!). Calli for giving me somebody to confuse. Rachael Metcalf-Bernard,
for commenting, encouraging, and being Metcalf. The O’Connor Clan, and all the other
Kestner’s (including the honorary ones) for giving me a legacy to be part of. Finally, and
most importantly Mary Jane and Kevin Jay, not only are you the reason I exist, you’re the
reasons for my existence. You are all that I am, and all that I aspire to be. Dad you are
the greatest user of words I know, but even if you weren’t you’re strength of character
gives more worth to you’re words then the most brilliant of wordsmiths could ever hope
to achieve. You’ve shown me ways to use words that I never dreamed were possible
(most of them probably shouldn’t be). You are the giant upon whose shoulders I’m
standing. Mom, Dad may have given me something to aspire to but you gave me
something to aspire with. Every great achievement in my life is built on the foundations
of your efforts. You have poured more blood, sweat and tears into my life then any could
ever dare to hope for. From the very depths of my soul thank you. And thank you once
again to those mentioned, unmentioned and to be mentioned. This Oscar means the
world to me, oh wait crap, wrong speech.
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It’s Over!
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Told you