Verse by Caleb Mannan

If you like Robert Service, Longfellow, Tolkien, Milton, Robinson Jeffers, Whitman, Poe, The Bible, Tennyson, Ray Bradbury, life, death, Untermeyer, Pound, Donne, joy, sorrow, Siegfried Sassoon, Wilfred Owen, Robert Graves, children, beauty, Dante, Tom Waits, then set yourself down beside this fire.

Friday, December 11, 2009

III. The End



I live in this constant state of sadness, this constant realm of madness,
Trying to write you out of the trouble you're in.

Of Beast, and man, and death’s right hand, I write.


I wake in a constant state of turmoil, the grinding axe of turmoil

Trying to chase you to the end.

Of God and man, and angel’s hands, I write.



When will this ever end?




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  1. UnknownDecember 11, 2009 at 12:38 PM

    that is wonderful

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  2. CalebDecember 11, 2009 at 12:50 PM

    Thanks man- I am glad you like it. I am sure you know that every time I go to type on that godforsaken novel of mine, I try to 'find' Jed in my own way. Although it is very cathartic, it is also exhausting...

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