Red Dawn

Another day gone

waiting for the sun to shine

through sanguine curtains.



My sandals are lost

in the labyrinth of leaves

lying on the ground.


Benches in the Rain

The park bench awaits

the return of little legs

kicking empty air.


Unexpected Friends

Under the arbors,

the rain spotted me sitting,

and comforted me.



She hides in her eyes

so only her reflection

will really see her.


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I’ve been thinking a lot about this blog and how I write things on it. I love doing it, and plan to continue to do so for as long as that is true, but after looking at analytics (and polling my own energy), Tuesday seems to be a quiet day. I was growing bored of the serious talks on Tuesdays, which is why I made the switch to dream discussions, but even then I’ve often feel like I’m…sorta phoning it in? I don’t know.

Anyways, I wanted to explain this, because, at least for a little while, I want to take Tuesday’s off writing—but I’m really not a politician. I don’t like doing things and then not explaining myself. So yeah. Short post today for my sanity. I plan to continue writing Tuesday’s, but not publicly. That being said, it might be a good break for me. I like to take the weekends days away from writing, to clear my head, but having a personal day during the week will let me tackle other projects. Plus, it’s not like we’re ditching something I was really secure on. OK, cool. Well with that, I’ll see you all tomorrow. 🙂


– Cassady


I wish the stop was as good as the start.

I wish the crop was as good as the carte.

I wish my time was as good as my tits.

I wish my rhyme was as good as the Ritz.


I wish the world was a bit more wise.

I wish the pearls were a bit less prized.

I wish my head was a bit more healthy.

I wish the Feds were a bit less filthy.


I wish, I wish, I wish, I wish,

But in the end I’m just a fish,

Barreling down into a sea

That’s full of bigger fish than me.



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What do you do in your free time?

I like to go out to the beach.

Do you prefer red or white wine?

Either, there is plenty of each.
Do you have a favorite movie?

Oh, I like Beauty and the Beast.

How come you are such a cutie?

Shut up! Not when my hair is greased.
Babe, what do you want for dinner?

I think we should go out to eat.

Want to help me be a sinner?

I’d like a night between the sheets.


It’s so nice to be here with you,

In the dark, with space just for two


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Today I was forced to take a day off work to watch my brothers. I mean, it wasn’t all bad, but a day off work when you are a college student can feel a lot more meaningful to a person than someone who is in a career job. Perhaps this is because your life feels a little less secure, in the sense that money can often feel very tight. I mean, I got free pizza out of it, and I got to sleep in, so I probably shouldn’t be complaining at all.

Moving on though, today I wanted to talk a bit more about poetry. If you read my piece yesterday, then you know a little bit about how poetry is written. Of course, that just compiles the structure of poetry. Many people include other aspects of poetry in order to make it more meaningful and prestigious. For example, I have toyed with this myself in Under a Starry Sky. As you have probably noticed, there is a reference to Venus and Mars. This is kind of obvious, but many other writers will use these references more subtly. Some people, such as T.S. Eliot in The Wasteland, have lines full of references. I think his poem has a couple hundred lengthy references within it.

When reading poetry, it is often hard to pick up on these references. Take, for example, this reference in J.R.R Tolkien’s The Lord of the Rings ,“All that is gold does not glitter.” At the base level, this is a pretty simple line about how things that are of value are not always that which people perceive as valuable. But did you know that this is a reference to William Shakespeare’s line from The Merchant of Venice, “All that glisters is not gold”? Even if you are well read, there is a none zero chance that you have not read this play, which causes it simply to seem like a good line, rather than a line with weight behind it. People like T.S. Eliot take this to an extreme.

To some extent, I think that this can detract from the reading of poetry, since because an expansive amount of references can often lead to scenarios where either A) the reader does not understand the meaning of a line or B) they are stuck reading footnotes, which breaks up the rhythem of a poem. Now, I know my English teachers would tell me that any dedicated reader of poetry would be willing to figure out the meaning in a first read through, and then reread it so that they could understand the references in time with the rhythm. Personally, I think that’s a load. Contemporary writing has to compete with so many other forms of media. And a good poem in contemporary writing will convey it’s messages clearly, without a person struggling to understand everything. However, it should also make a person think. This push-pull is a fine line that people have to tread nowadays, and when you are reading poetry, consider it when you pass judgment on the poem. Of course, it is up to you to decide if the poem was good, but realize that the days of 50 segment poems, made up of segments with 4 stanzas each, riddled with references that all readers are expected to take the time to understand, are probably becoming a thing of the past. Frustrate someone, and they will just go back to watching YouTube.

Agree? Disagree? Have thoughts on the subject? Let me know!


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I do not have a subject for today’s blog entry. This is really embarrassing. So we’re just going to meander through some things until I feel inspired. Interesting right? What triggers us to be inspired? Who really knows? I talked yesterday about people being in a slump, and yet I did not talk about what they do to get out of them very much. One of the things generally needed is inspiration, and much like the current state of this blog post, it does not always come to a person very easily. But hey, in 8 sentences made up of a couple questions I suddenly have a topic: Inspiration.

Now if you’re anything like me, and there’s a non-zero chance you are, you have trouble finding internal motivation. I have a lot of trouble making and keeping schedules—partially because I am against a significant amount of order and regularization in life. Maybe because at the root of all order is categorization. Good and bad are categories. So is happy and sad. Sometimes categorization is simply the most efficient way to organize things. I recently sat through several seminars that pushed the idea of daily habits being the best way to succeed. They even commented on how ludicrous the widely accepted Romantic ideas of inspiration were.

These Romantic (of course, I mean Romantic in terms of literary time period instead of the colloquial usage as “love based,” etc,) ideas of how inspiration claims a person bore from a bottom up approach to the mind. The idea is that passion grabs a person and fills them with ideas, which they then transfer from the image of their mind to the page, or canvas, depending on the medium of artwork. Hence why Romantic artwork is typically based on naturalism and asymmetrical patterns. Everything comes out of the aether of the mind that nobody really understands. Think 1970s hippies dancing with their arms out and eyes closed. Same basic concept.

The alternative, which is more Aristotelian, is Classic thought. The idea of this is to approach art in a rigid, planned view. Think of it as, rather than pulling mastery out of the infinite of the mind, you are playing around with things for a specific amount of time until it lines up the way you want it to. Famous literary authors have done things like this—for example, Ernest Hemingway scheduled himself to write approximately 100 words per day. It doesn’t sound like that much, I mean these blurbs I write are usually somewhere around 500-1,000 words. Multiply 100 by 365 days per year though and suddenly it is the length of a children’s book. Do this for a few years and suddenly it’s a full-length novel. Keep going, and then it’s a series of book. Sounds pretty cool right?

Everyone will always tell you that life is short. I don’t believe that. I believe life is relative. A short life is one that is left unfulfilled or one that is so fulfilled that it never stops to reflect. In the first case, an unfulfilled life—one with little inspiration—has no valuable memories. It’s simply something that comes and goes, similar to the cars on a freeway. They all look the same. In the second case, a person is constantly so busy that the moments between when they can reflect seem vastly far apart. It seems like just yesterday I was starting a blog, and yet here I am, already through 7 posts.

If you can find that sweet spot of somewhere in between, I think your inspiration will be at an equilibrium to where you can feel like you have lived a long and fulfilling life. But more than that, the open spaces in your life will be filled with inspiration for exciting new projects that you will be motivated to plan and follow through with doing—and suddenly that internal motivation you were lacking when you started writing your blog entry for the day is back with a vengeance!