February 26, 2006

• Letting things go 
  but never releasing...

  
  

  "With Every Picture..."
  by Caleb Cooley (Copyright 2006)

  
  

  With every picture it makes it
  harder to believe, harder to conceive
  the concept of a constant animosity
  that seemed to relieve what was perceived
  as consistant mendacities
  now seen as the eternal philosophy
  that defeats me constantly.
  Never ceasing, never releasing
  its ever increasing death grip at my throat.
  It was murder she wrote.
  And I quote all my drowning dreames in ink
  To think that it was all I had hoped
  and so much less
  so I must confess
  That I've burnt every image
  in the back of my eyes.
  In black and white written all the lies
  and never forget what it did to me.
  To always remember what I chose to be.
  I refuse to kneel before the sights you choose to see.
  Because with every picture
  it makes it harder to believe
  With every picture
  it makes it harder
  for me
  to breathe.

  
  

  
  

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  I promise that that poem is better when I perform it.  It's called Slam Poetry for a reason...so I'll give a bit of reading advice for all of you.  Try to read it somewhat swiftly while emphasizing rhyming words, paying no attention to the rhyme scheme (((as there is not one, obviously)))...and take pauses at main ideas.  That's what I have to do every time I get up there at the Poet's Loft, so when I read, I try to go over it atleast more than once.  There's just a bit of a tip for all of you, because after reading it like I would normally read poetry, it seems boring.

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