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A
weaving of words
By:
Caleb Alan Kestner
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Loss A
weaving of words
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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,
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Contents
iiiXXVII. Simply Simplicity
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iiiiXXIX. Loss
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iiiiiXXX. Torn
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iiiiXXXI. Pure
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iiiXXXV. Vitium
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iiXXXVI. Civilization
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XXXVIII. Words
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iiXXXIX. Faust
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Illustrations
Laputa ~ Anonymous 16
Torn ~ Deusuum 20
Silenced ~ Anonymous 36
Faust ~ Anonymous 39
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“One science only will one genius fit; so vast is art, so narrow human wit.”
Alexander Pope
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Simply Simplicity
Leaving Normal
Loss
Worst of sorrows, deepest dread
Throbbing thoughts that fill my head
Hollow heart far less then whole
Un-cried tears that bind my soul
Moments slip through listless hands
Death that know one understands
How can beauty fade so fast?
Future's promise turned to past
Hours lifted up on high
Crashing down as time ticks by
Vibrant life so quickly lost
Is ever death perfections cost?
Who are we to dictate when?
A vapor dies within the wind
But still my mind can't comprehend
Why life so young should have to end
I know that all must cease to be
That death the soul from flesh does free
But knowledge doesn't staunch the pain
Or calm the maelstrom in my brain
My aching pain no logic sees or understanding knows
It merely burns through every nerve or vein through which it flows
I cannot ever truly come to terms with what is gone
It's one more thing I carry as I'm forced to move along
Missing moments, day's undone
Words unfinished, fights unwon
When everything has gone away
And night has finally conquered day
Past the endless sea of death indeed may be much more
But all that's ever left is loss for those upon the shore
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Torn
Torn in two my sides compete
Each the other to defeat
Light and darkness, black and white
Good and evil, wrong and right
Ever hungry wanting more
Ever yearning for their war
Different parts of all that’s me
Two reflections I could see
Past and future, lost and found
Happy heartache, silent sound
True deception, honest lie
Deep within I live to die
Hope eternal yet may spring
Everlasting light to bring
Battles wait still to be waged
Souls in flesh remain still caged
Passions follow passions lead
Hearts are chained and hearts are freed
Chaos of the human soul
Ever straining to be whole
Light to light and sin to sin
What is fed is sure to win
Time unmeasured time to few
What we are is what we do
In the end one side must lose
Beware the torn piece you choose
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Pure
Why to war?
And death breeds hate, breeds rage, breeds death, in cycles all to true
How can we bind the broken sides and sooth the years of hate?
When will the children of revenge learn blood their thirst won't sate?
Cruentus Rosa
from which
love
grows
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Vitium
“My way is easy, fun and fast” it says and smiles wide
“Come taste the fruit of vanity and drink the wine of pride”
They realize the choice they’ve made has a price that’s paid in tears
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Civilization
Upon this place that once would be
Words
Faust
As I move along a world gone wrong, nothing seems to last
Every possibility corrupted by the past
The bloody stains of broken veins, to me a message send
Evidence of time gone by when hearts refused to bend
A symphony calls out to me, in sounds that I can't hear
An orchestra of majesty drowned out by roaring fear
And turning I look to the sky, but still I cannot see
For wretched clouds of sorrow drift between the sun and me
A sadness falls as darkness calls, a message all too clear
And the demons on my shoulder whispers lies of hate and fear
“Times running out” the demons shout, “its far too late to turn”
“You made the choice , you sold your soul and now its time to burn”
Deep within I feel the sin, that seals my fate in blood
That turns the purists of my deeds to worse then muck or mud
I have no hope with which to cope, I’m doomed to worse then death
But as the demons cackle the wind breathes one last breath
The morbid shroud of blackened cloud, is split from up on high
The demons look with fearful glares and cease their piercing cry
A shaft of light engulfs my sight, it blinds me yet I see
And something moves within it as my demons start to flee
An angel stands with sword in hand, he’s robed in blazing white
His splendor overpowers and I cower at the sight
“Arise and hear and do not fear,” but still my body quakes
I think of all my many sins, my numerous mistakes
“Its far too late I’ve sealed my fate, I’ve sold my soul to hell”
He says in words of pure compassion “it was not yours to sell”
Weeping I now raise an eye, and see his outstretched hand
“It’s yours but you must chose it, your heart God won’t command”
“But I have strayed and not obeyed, I’ve lived a life of sin”
“For such as you he sacrificed his everything to win”
“How can it be he’d see in me, a soul that’s worth that cost”
“Because you are his children and he loves you, though your lost”
“And that is why he chose to die. So that you might be found”
“And of your own decision by sin no more be bound”
I take his hand and rising stand, I’ve nothing left to say
My final moments now are past, he takes my soul away
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Continued in . . .
It’s A
weaving of words
Part the IV
By:
Caleb Alan Kestner
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