Who I really am

I feel passion, rage, joy and grief

but I’m not my feelings

I spin poems out of language
but I’m not my words

I ruminate on ideas
but I’m not my thoughts

I create art
but I’m not the canvas

I’ve worked with people and technology
but I’m not my job

I’m a











but I’m not my role

Like the sun hidden behind the clouds
I’m the one who watches the story unfold.


K.C.  3.24.14

About Casey

“the only people for me are the mad ones, the ones who are mad to live, mad to talk, mad to be saved, desirous of everything at the same time, the ones who never yawn or say a commonplace thing, but burn, burn, burn like fabulous yellow roman candles exploding like spiders across the stars and in the middle you see the blue centerlight pop and everybody goes ‘Awww!’ ~ Jack Kerouac, On The Road Again
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2 Responses to Who I really am

  1. Pawan Hira says:

    …and that is a reason to keep up with life phases, Casey. I hope to dwell more in your poignant ink. A sure and palatable truth I observe here, and that is a reason, big enough for me.

    • Casey says:

      Pawan –

      It sweetens my life to have such a lovely blogging friend as you. Life has been quite challenging to me lately, so I do my best to return often to the things that soothe my soul, and poetry is at the top of the list.

      Sometimes I write reminders to myself so I don’t forget the truths I’ve learned. Sometimes I write love notes to others in the Universe, or love letters to the Universe itself.

      I appreciate your sentiments, very much.

      Warm Regards,


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