How you gain wisdom is through the gifts the Creator has given you. The final product of the learning process is knowledge or wisdom. Hands on learning of methods cultivated to achieve a certain result (as is science 'experimental' method). Memorization of formulas and solutions, the acquisition of knowledge, precedents and antecedents. Facts and theories … Continue reading Wisdom: Cassandra Kulay

You died, your blue-gray skin reflecting all my pain, that you are leaving me this shell and going home again. What I would give is endless, just to see you lovely and vibrant, young, stubborn and trying, instead of stuck in this bed, bored and waiting for death. Then again, I envy you, this great … Continue reading Dead: Cassandra Kulay

I hear my voice floating on lapis waves of thought, keeping me from drowning in emotions and perceptions over which I have no control. They simply bombard me and make me wonder how they came into being, these forces that surround me. Where am I now? Where, compared to where I am supposed to be? … Continue reading Meditation: Cassandra Kulay

You terrified me right out of my objections killed my soul and spirit and proceeded to dissect them. We are never free of one another’s projections in this ugly, silent place I see what you have done behind my back and to my face I want you gone, but I am not the one who … Continue reading Men in Black: Cassandra Kulay

Biting the regression, a teething ring, hearing echoes of nowhere, hollowed out for advancement, blind as Oedipus, ekeing out a living on charity, despite my best efforts, or so I am told. Someday, this losing streak will be skidding like a car on an icy road, out of control, faster than perception, faster even than … Continue reading Starting Over: Cassandra Kulay

The cell is closing in on me so empty of content except me dark despair swallows my mind lovely memories I long to find I cannot remember without pain brought back to grim reality. My surroundings define me absolutely, I cannot rise to spiritual truth, locked in this cage of lies, I wish not to … Continue reading Panic Room: Cassandra Kulay

Just minutes to reminisce, saying to myself that was the high time of my existence, not seeing the dark undercurrents or smelling the brackish waters. The high time when everything was clean, packed, pressed, preserved with salted vigor, the newness mesmerized my consciousness, how routinely productive an efficiency of work could be, the lack of … Continue reading Pollution Cassandra Kulay

Tired of the hard sounds that seek out the vulnerable, one remembers the softer moments, unexpected classical music, a flower falling from an impressive height, the first person who was gentle with your emotions and the suffering that led up to them.

Today I write a poem about helpless resilience, This aliveness being useless, I rely on odd stray texts and prophecies. The generation will cry out for death, so I have read, will chase it and not find it. They will thirst and hunger for the end. They will yearn for it and eagerly listen to … Continue reading Helpless: Cassandra Kulay

In the cool, clear air possession a prayer, you’ve been gone these many years, you tease the thoughts tangled in my mind, no one wins when we have to try this hard to say our hellos and goodbyes and all things in between, time after time, scene after scene, I’ve been waiting for you to … Continue reading Ghost: Cassandra Kulay