Thursday, September 24, 2015

A birthday poem to my Mom by Cassie Kinney


As a Libra, you are clever & romantic,
As well as imaginative & diplomatic.
You avoid confrontation by all means,
But maintain social balance like a queen.
49 years ago on the 266th day of the year,
Grandma and pa met you with cheer. 
On September twenty third,
"Charlotte!" is the name the world heard.

Monday, September 21, 2015

Commence transcendence! by Cassie Kinney (poem)

I have no skills and have no goals--
I do not fit the traditional roles.
I don't want to be someone's wife--
Pretending this is a perfect life.
I neither need Marriage--
Nor a career I cherish.

I don't want children--
Or to make a million.

I once intended to achieve--
Something the world could not believe.
But, I am otiose in this state--
As there's nothing to anticipate.
And I have become a pariah--
When I live my life without desire.

If I continue like this, however--
My uncertainty will impede forever.

I got shit to do and no time to waver--
I'm ready for life's gifts to savor.
To be a painter, an artist, a writer--
Would make me wiser.
As long as I take the next course--
And find my confidence at its source--
I will gain my independence--
And commence transcendence. 

Sunday, September 20, 2015

Thursday, September 17, 2015

Drugs

Even if you're homeless,
You're not worrying about war,
Getting your head blown off,
Having terrorists run you out of the country.
You're not so much concerned about money,
Because there's always food in a dumpster,
There's always clothes given away.
America's inundated deal a different struggle
Than other world's poor and enslaved.
Here, drugs that sell are the drugs that kill.
20 dollars a day can satisfy almost any fix.
People can't escape the pit that has been dug,
When they get high to forget about their past.
To forget the times and places of distance memories,
 They're blocked by euphoric substances.
Still those things exacerbate the pain till--
After a decade of abuse as a poor kid,
Your life comes to a inevitable downward spiral,
Running away to another state--
Away from your two daughters,
So that you don't have to face jail time.
Your life warps into another cruel fate,
Where you're living under a bridge
Alone, and pressed to dissipate.

No more original thinkers (poem) By Cassie Kinney

In the hopes that life will somehow inspire me,
I have mastered waiting and listening to which I am prone.
I regurgitate and replicate what I hear and see,
Because I haven't an original thought or creative bone.


Thursday, September 10, 2015

The death of Aylan Kurdi by Cassie Kinney (poem)

Three-year-old Aylan drowned during a dangerous quest
Him, his mother and brother all drowned heading north west.
A desperate journey across the Mediterranean Sea,
War and poverty they must flee.

The death of Aylan Kurdi by Cassie Kinney 

Peace doesn't pay the bills by Cassie Kinney (poem)


Peace doesn't pay the bills.
I am not qualified for hire.
I have no skills in selling evil
I cannot, in the name of money
With the faces of slave owners,
Set aside my convictions.
I will not work in fast food
To fast track poor people to diabetes.
I will not work at a factory
To pollute the lungs of us.
I will not drive a car
At the risk of hurting life. 
I will not eat animals
Because I would not want that same fate.
I will not work in government,
To do "good" on the inside.
I have zero control over the world,
Because ignorant, racist, sexist, bigots--
The Donald Trumps of this world--
Need more money:
More money for protection,
Surveillance, world domination.
They require servants,
And pons to their schemes.
They pay the media
To personify him as a hero.
The people who love men like this,
Will continue to make him powerful.
It is not until we give up...
...On the industrial complex,
Despise fame and fortune,
Condemn authority,
And kill politics
To start planting fruit trees,
Growing a garden,
Living off the land...
But, peace don't pay the bills. 

Untitled by JH (edited by Cassie Kinney)

I can't help myself,
I can't help anybody else.
No one wants my help,
And I don't want to help myself.
We know we are a burden to life,
And meaningless to the universe.
If you have compassion in heart,
Rid yourself of it.
You will only be taken advantage of
And ran into the ground.
There will be no compensation
Or appreciation--
Only expectations to do more.
Your deeds will only become mandatory,
And your sorrow will only be taken as hostility.
Learn to be selfish like the rest of them--
They've never cared for you,
And you're only wasting your life.
You are weak--
And they feed on weakness
For anything that makes their life convenient. 
Respect, love, and appreciation would go far,
But that amount of effort would be too much.
The more you care,
The less they do.
Be weak and continue to be used--
I promise!
You will end up dying without real happiness.
C'est la vie~
But if it isn't relevant--
And life is just life, then why try?
Only through the happiness of others do I feel content.
And yet that leaves me with unrest.
For if I should be selfish--
Wanting compensation or indulgence--
I would be filled with guilt. 
Money is all anyone cares for
So if you want to pay me
I should accept.
Maybe if I had money,
Someone would give a shit.

Thursday, September 3, 2015

What I was meant to do by Cassie Kinney (poem)

I am sitting in a doctor's office with my brother--
The nurse asks him if he's in any pain, then if he's depressed--
She asks him if he's enrolled at the university--
He says 'yes, I am an art major.'
Then the nurse looks at me with the same question.
I happily say when so many trees need to be planted,
It is my duty instead to restore the health
Including the sustainability of life on Earth.

Family matters (poem) by Cassie Kinney

Monday...
Drop off brother at bus stop at 7am,
Then take mother and other brother to town.
Mother is dropped off at work at 7:30am,
Then brother is taken to class afterwards.
Take the dog to the vet at 8am.
Come back home after an hour or so,
And later pick up mother at 5pm.
At 7:30pm, go to pick up brother from night class.

Come home, and prepare meals for family.
Tuesday...
From 9 in the morning till 4pm,
Apply at 30 different businesses.
Then go pick up brother and mother.
Wednesday...
7am, drop off brother at the bus stop.
7:30am, drop off mother at work.
10am, take other brother to doctor's appointment.
Get out of the appointment at noon,
Buy brother lunch to sustain him.
Then drop off brother again at school.
Go pick up mother from work at 4pm..
Go to funeral at 6pm till 7pm.
Come back home to water the garden.
Leave at 7:30pm to pick up brother at 8pm from a night class.
Feed the family once everyone is home.
Thursday...
7am, drop off brother at the bus stop.
7:30am, drop off mother at work,
Then drop off other brother at school.
8am, take the dog to the vet for surgery.
Go back to home for an hour,
Then pick up the same brother,
For another doctor's appointment,
And at noon, drop him back off on campus.
Prepare and eat spaghetti.
At 2:30pm, pick up the dog from vet.
Head back out to town to recycling center.
Come home, then back out again at 4:30pm,
To pick up brother and mother from town.
Back home again.
Feed brothers and mother, and the dog too.
Friday...
Go to city about an hour and a half away,
To drop off mother with her boyfriend,
And pick up sister from college for labor day weekend.
When Monday rolls around,
Get mother from her boyfriend's house,
Then drop off sister back on campus. 
This is a typical day, week, and month...

Tuesday, September 1, 2015

For the love of sunflowers (poem) by Cassie Kinney

I close my eyes
As I smell each sunflower
Around the yard,
Growing in compost;
And they smell sweet--
So sweet it takes me to oblivion;
I stand in fervor
With my lips agape,
I have a head rush,
My heart palpitates,
Breath is taken away.