February 9, 2006
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"Weather Forecasts of Symbolism" © Caleb Cooley 2006
...and I find myself
looking into dark skies,
counting stars in futility,
trading glances with a moon
that's reflecting prospects of you and me,
and a future that could be,
a future that may be
seen in those dark skies
that are in your eyes.
The horizon's blocking you from sight
but you are my sun
in the morning light.
And if I don't rise
to see you soon
I'll be sleeping
and dreaming of you tonight.
(...to be continued!)
Well, yesterday was alright for what it was, but then again, I guess everything is alright for what it is to begin with.
Anyways...(I know Bryn, I'm gossiping about the band again. Kill me then!)
After school yesterday I had practice with my band, but it was more like half of my band to be honest. It was only Mikey, Ryan, and I that actually showed up, and I wasn't really in my prime noting that I had to play Mark Rucker's crappy $100 bass and a little amp that trebled the entire sound out, depleting me of my heavy bass tone that I get with Bryn's equipment. We did, however, manage to get a new song started. It's coming slow, very slow, and not having the whole band there makes everything just that much more difficult to coordinate.
On Friday, the entire band (minus Joe and Grant) are taking an excused absence from school to go up to Bryn's church and crunch in some more songs, as well as perfect the ones we already have, and hopefully practice the cover for our show on February 18th at the mall. I still don't know exactly what time everyone's going up there, but I'm catching a ride with Mike and Bryn's supposed to be hauling some equip. up there so we have a bit more comfortable ride without having to straddle Ryan's Marshall amp. Grant and Joe are coming up after school. It's just one of those things that needs to be done if we want to get any better.
On a side note, my parents went to Little Rock today to get brainwashed....er...I mean hypnotized into losing weight. It kind of freaked me out because they just got back and my dad asked me if I wanted to go walking after supper.
Haha, now they're fighting with each other about how much each of them has changed and what foods they don't like anymore. I'm getting some ingenious ideas.
#1. Learn how to hypnotize people.
#2. Hypnotize parents into not wanting to punish me anymore.
Seems simple enough, but the key to hypnotizing people is that they have to be cooperative and willing to do it. You can't hypnotize by force apparently (Crap!).
(Pull the wool on my eyes),
Like a crooked, burnt-out saint.
I believed and soaked in every word you said,
Always tasting red hands.
(But the fight)
Never ended and we're all here.
Singing loud for revolution,
And sitting battles out.
The redness,
You needed this.
- from "Taste the Red Hands" ©Dead Poetic 2004
Deuces
Cable
Comments (4)
please dont take all the good shit out the building, i got a plan for half the shit in that building, he he he, i been talkin to another friend who is money smart, so just leave all like those old checks and shit on the ground, but dude that building is gonna make us some serious cash, ill try to come, but i wont have a ride and im stuck out here in the village, it really sucks, well cmb
peace
That is funny...lol...I am showing absolutly no emotion in my writing these past few days...Yesterday I had to write a 5 point essay comparing and constasting two different poems...well long story short, at the end in the conclusion I straight up put you will know that im comparing and contrasting two poems if you stayed awake during this essay. And this is not my best work. It was probably the most careless peice of work i have ever done. Well, the dance is cancelled cuz of the weather, it is next Friday...and im sittin here doin absolutly nothing. Catch ya later.
Shaya.
Good CD. Good music. Good lyrics. Good taste. Ciao!
hey;;
random props. like your site && ur cute lol well comment back..later
Sammye
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