http://slow.writerscafe.org/drewcassara The original writings of author CASSARA en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776139004 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15 Dear Molly,It seems you've come into my life,At every moment, just perfectly right.And there could not have been a more condign time,To rectify,Why I'm seeing darkness amiss the light.So I've asked my Self,To be helped,Through acceptance and release,While seeking to delete,What&r.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1923963/ Illuminating purple night sky,In morse code stars twinkle, h - e - l - l - o.My identity's detached, I'm One with the constellations.Physical perceptions liquidate,Transcending the imagination.Questioning my very existence,2-D iridescent elephants run free,Around a tre.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815496/ Our lifetime journey to seek truth,Is instilled in every forthcoming generation.We begin to question our existence first at youth,But then soon learn that we must remain patient.Some of us run, some of us stay,Both with the same goal in mind,To find truth, a sign,A reason for why .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815494/ Let the soul remain unfettered by Holy doctrine,As it was intended to be free from foreign law. And destined only upon the beliefs of I,Not to be controlled by the influences of You.For differences begin to befall between Us,When one faith reigns upon two. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815320/ The loudest in the room is weakest.Dominance unveils itself with meekness.We cast an anti-reflective image of the Self,Helped by a shattered mirror to truly see Us. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815313/ I've seen a face,In disguise,In the skies,This one time.With gyrating eyes large in size,I could not tell,If it were alive,Until I heard a gentle sigh,And felt a tear drop,Fall by my side.I spoke to it,To make it better.It whispered to me,These four letters;"MDMA."Can I.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815312/ Inspired by an Ibogaine experience http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815179/ When I'm sick in bed with sin,I dose with Synthetic medicine.Sacreligious, God Is Dead,I confess I'm cleansed,On H a l l u c i n o g e n s. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815168/ For the first time, it seemsI’ve seen rain dance upon water,Dispersed throughout a stream,Like steps to meringue.For the first time, it seemsI’ve seen clouds move across the sky,In an anxious scurry to avoid penetration from the sun.For the first time, it seemsI&rsquo.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815157/ Tie-dyed nucleotides betoken,Where the youths’ peace of mind has spoken,Untwisting, existing, mangled nonsense is,The way to re-stitch consciousness,To make the fabric fit.Prejudice fails to be eradicated,Misogyny merely abolished.Incarceration of the soul rem.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815149/ An ecstatic state;The Ego ceasing masquerade.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815147/ Maturation is not the result of accumulation,But rather of deprivation;Like an ice sculpture, it is the chiseling to a difference.Giving order to a chaotic assemblage of early experiences,It is the chipping of experience,Which leads to the formation of one's unique Self. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815146/ I do not live according to dates,I just live through time.I'm not awaiting my fate,Just living this life of mine.I don't stop to listen,Cause' I know it's just my heart beatin'.When my time's up,I know I'll have a smile on leavin'. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815139/ Change through time exists,Only after a change in state.The outcome of our reality, our fate,Is predetermined by today. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815136/ Truth's bewildering,Truth's the trick.Jack's candle burnt,Cause' true lies stick.  http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815131/ Time itself is a cyclical wave,In repetitive formation.Fate and destiny have already been played,Leaving Freewill as a counterfeit sensation. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/drewcassara/1815128/