Remind me to put a price
on my heart next time,
instead of just giving it away!

I woke up this morning with a fever of 100.2 degrees, so I didn't go to school.  Not that I really cared much for not going to school, sometimes God inflicts illness at just the right time in my life, and sometimes it doesn't.  The truth is, I still have to go to Lake Hamilton highschool at 7:30 for the Concert Contest for band.  I won't be home until around eleven at night, so there goes my Friday night of fun and amusement.  Tomorrow though...the big day, and all of you should be there.  You know what it is...the show for Fairwell at the mall, the flyer is below. 

Also, Poetry Slam, which I am competing in, for $200 cash.  To compete, it costs $5, and to watch, it's only $2 at the door.  I really want everyone who can come to show up and see the band, and hopefully me too for the Poetry Slam.  Its at the Poet's Loft, 8pm, on Saturday.  Be tharr or be squarr!

It's time to cut the noose,
sever ties with these emotions
led astray by obligation.
This relationship of lust
is what seems to be my mortal enemy
And thus,
You are to me,
What I see when I look in mirrors,
A scarce reflection of humanity

New band pictures, and this is a flyer for the show.  Anybody that can, tomorrow is the day for spreading the word, so save this flyer, print it off, make copies, and hand them out.  It doesn't matter who you hand it out to, because it's a free show, and so there's no reason not to come, unless you live out of state.  We won't ask you to come then, but we'd still want you to!  A band only goes as far as its fans carry them.  So spread the word!  The time of Fairwell is upon us!

 On another note, I feel that things just aren't working between my girlfriend and I.  I have something that I need to tell her, but I just don't know how to put it without breaking hearts and such.  If she reads this, she'll probably know what I have to say, so she needs to call me.

Sometimes, ending it all just doesn't seem witty enough for me...

I wrote this poem on the spot at the Poet's Loft...
(by the way, if you don't know what "emo" is by now...
I consider this poem a bit "emo")

I carry her heart
in the back of my pocket
It's gum-wrapper form
Dictates a certain fragility
in a relationship not lost,
but rather,
never found in the complications of distance,
so I write prose of anticipation:

Beautiful, the horizon's blocking
you from sight
But you are my sun
in the morning light.
My angel, keep that night sky in sight,
and if I don't see you soon
I'll be dreaming
of you
tonight!

I write these words for a girl,
now seemining like she's
 half a world away.
She gave her gum-wrapper heart to me,
and I can't even remember her face.

Her beauty makes my ink blots sublime...

Well kiddos, today was definitely one of my best days, but it certainly could be worse.  I just watched "Walk the Line"-The Autobiography of Johnny Cash.  It was really good actually.  I don't have much to say except that the show is in five days, and tomorrow we practice.  I get new strings on my five string on Thursday (instead of today, curses!) so I'll have a five string and a four string on Saturday.  That way, I can play whichever bass I feel comfortable with for that song.  That night is my Poetry Slam, where hopefully I'll win first place and get $2000 for a new bass and amp, which would make the music for Fairwell sound soooo much better.  I have two poems, and I'm debating on which one to read.  This first one I'm definitely going to read on Wednesday night at the Poet's Loft, but for the big one, I dunno.  Help me decide!

With Every Picture...

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
that disguise the fights that keep me
on the lows instead of the highs
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.

Remember...

This place is peaceful
A sanctuary between Central & Exchange
Two streets so appropriately named.
This place is a "central exchange"
of thoughts and theories between my peers.
A place where the pupils of my eyes
become pupils that see-
become "pupils" that teach me
to live, see, breathe.
I will remember this place always.
And hopefully when I look back at my journey
In the course that I study - the course of life
I'll make an A
But even if I make a C
and die knowing I tried my best
I'll be happy. . .I'll be okay,
because I'll know that all I failed in life
are what my eyes did not see
and thus did not teach me.
But I guess it's all just a learning phase
What a maze - this amazing journey!
But you never walk through existence
Atleast you never should.
Remember to crawl and feel the rocks and roots in your hands
They'll keep you from stumbling in those dark places
where feet alone cannot guide where you fall and land.
Young man,
Remember that the dirt underneath your fingernails
does not blemish your existence.
It makes it!
Whoever told you that life is beautiful did not live life
because life is not beautiful.
Life is ugly, and life is scarred, twisted, and blinded
And so life is not beautiful
But the experience is.
So live life knowing that life is to be lived
not wasted on petty things that will never make a difference
when all has been done.
Remember that life is!
And even the Sun will die
the moon will shatter.
The painted stars on this canvas sky will run.
Remember that the ink blots that are scattered
in this universe are what makes this world so beautiful.
Remember that even stars flicker out and fall
But sometimes the smallest candle will hold its flame
in even the mighiest of hurricanes.
But above all. . .Son
Remember that your life
Has just
Begun !

Parting is better than what
Shakespear made it out to be!

Peace.

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.

There's always other fish in the sea, but who says they like the bait I'm casting?

I actually have quite a few prospects in the women department of life.  Well actually, lets just say that I know a few.  Right now my relationships aren't really working out, and it's not really due to the people in the relationships or myself.  The simple fact is that things get complicated when you take "that step", and right now the complications are becoming overwhelming.  I need less stress in my life, just like my horoscope said.  I rarely trust horoscopes, but it was right this time for once.  So now is the time where I need to take a step back so I can have room to breath, re-think my life, and start fresh. 

There are so many things going on in my life right now that sometimes make in unmanagable.  For instance, I have school, which is stressful enough, but coming back from Summit after the end of the first semester, I really was left in the dark on how to do things in my classes.  I attribute that to the reason why I am failing some of my courses miserably.  To top that off, I have to keep atleast a C average to secure my driver's license, and to get off of probation by the end of the Nine Weeks.  I need my driver's license to get a job, and to have transportation to shows and practice.  With all this said, I'm worried about the relationships I'm in with girls, and it would make life so much easier if I could have independent transportation so I would have the freedom of seeing people when I want.  Actually, I have found that this is the first time since ninth grade that I have worried about my grades. 

I need a life to live for, besides my own.

-Caleb

Another Weekend...

...another story in the making.

Once upon a time, there was a kid who....ah screw it, I'm going with my own story.  Last night was lots of fun, though Laura and I kind of had a boring night.  It was still fun though, despite the fact that she had to go home earlier than expected and it was freaking cold outside.  Atleast I finally got to meet her, and perhaps we can hang out more...

...yes, perhaps we can do that.

I have a little over a week until the show at the mall, and hopefully the band does well.  I hope we get a good turnout.  Just to let everyone out there in XangaLand know, the show is free.  Yes, you heard me right. 

FREE

So even homeless people, crack addicts, and poetic hippies have no excuse not to come.  I just don't find a need to have people blindly pay to see a band they've never seen before, not to mention a band who has never played a show at all.

Fairwell
March 4th, 2006
Eleven a.m. at the Hot Springs Mall

After that, everyone is inclined to be at the Poet's Loft at Seven p.m. for the March Poetry Slam, which I am entering for the chance to win either $200 or $2000, I can't really remember which, if I win by some miracle the money goes towards new equipment for the bass, or perhaps recording equipment to get some good demos for the band.  It's like $5 to get in, and there's gonna be alot of good poetry and music there, so it'll be a fun-filled night indeed.  I might be there earlier to chill downtown for a bit, and explore the really cool rooftops.

On a side note, things need to either improve, or just find a new beginning in my love life thus far. 

...and they all lived somewhat happily ever freaking after.

The moral of the story is that real pimps don't have hoes!

Deuces,
Cable

He has X-Ray vision even on cloudy days!

The thing about me, is that I'll completely change my site, and you won't know about it until after the fact.  Mmmm, UnderOATH.  I love em'.  Anyways, I'm gonna go hang with a really neat person tonight....and I gotta go.

Do I look good?  Just a question.

Deuces,
Cable

Give me a man who says he
can live without love,
and I'll give you my life
to prove that he is
lying through his teeth!

That quote is by me, actually.

Does this qualify as an emo swoop?

Something in the back of my mind keeps screaming out:

poem about ten things

Now either it's that...

(1) I can't think of ten things to write about:  Ten things seemingly unrelated until skillfully being woven into this grand tapestry of universal significance, elusive to mankind's common thoughts.

OR (the more likely choice):

(2)  I'm just too lazy to sit down and think up any kind of important list, other than the shopping list.

Ironic, I know.

Well, the truth is that it's not really ironic.  In fact, I really don't know what it is, but you can go ahead and ask my english teacher about it.

I once had a writing prompt in that class telling me to list 3 things I would take with me if my house caught on fire.  I answered with:  Me, Myself, and I.

Needless to say, I got an A for originality, which I partially believe is because I unwillingly live a high school stereotype of being the "class writer".

I find this absurd, because I am in 11th grade, taking a 10th grade english course, and attending a "literacy remediation" class everyday, promptly after lunch, because apparantly I am on a 3rd grade writing level.

OR...

Perhaps I am simply misunderstanding my own mind, and it is really screaming out:

a poem about tin things

You know, like the metal, and you just might find yourself thinking:

"Well, perhaps this guy really is slow."

Think what you will, but I'll have you know, I once found poetic content in a shovel, and somehow personified it into all of mankind, and the choices that we all make.  I wrote a poem about it, a poem...a poem about a shovel.  Go figure that!

So this is my poem about ten things, or tin things, whatever it may be.  I'm not really sure what it's about, but I'll leave you with this:

Skill and creativity do not always come with intelligence, nor do they always die with age.  Anyone can make a difference in this world, even if it is just in one other person, because even someone who cannot speak, see, or hear finds ways to express himself.

this is my panic

this is my call to arms !

Yeah, the show was canceled due to weather.  But it's been rescheduled for another date.  Here's the new flyer.  It's got all the information you need, except the price, which is free anyway.  So now even a homeless guy has no excuse not to be at this!

And I just realized that my scheduling all runs together in the arts area on March 4th, because that very night, there is the March Poetry Slam, which I am entering (upon request, of course).  So I made a flyer for that.  All of you should come see the great poetry up there (and me), because on that night we will truly have some of the best poets from the region performing. 

I might make more posts, but if I do, expect to see these flyers at the top, because I'm trying to advertise as much as possible.  I would really mean A LOT to the band if you came to see us at the mall, because it's going to be our first show.  Likewise, it would mean A LOT to me, individually, if you came to see me perform later that night as well.

Deuces,
Cable
Fairwell
(Bass & Interruptions)