Author: Cassa Bassa

🇦🇺🇨🇳 inquisitive, observant, witty, a thinker, was a misfit child 😊

I Don’t Know Your God

I have never hated anyone or anything, but I hate wars, and I hate more about wars fought in God’s name.

Rulers! Are your sons and daughters in the battlefield fighting alongside the innocent youth who are someone’s sons and daughters? Are you in the frontline to witness bloodshed and taste the metallic blood? Are you fearing for your own life?

There is no winner in wars, there are casualties, widows, fatherless, motherless, PTSD affected addictions, homelessness, destruction of families, deterioration of society.

The God you serve and fight for, it is not the God that I know, love and serve. What kind of parent would take delight in their children’s rivalry? What kind of King would be fuelled by their ego, insecurity and fear to watch their people suffer?

My God is gracious, righteous, merciful, loving and full of compassion. I grief for my God for every life lost in wars.

It Is What It Is

Writing with Little Charmer was very effortless, I feel we write in each other’s space and it blends. I hope you feel that way too when reading it.

From what happened
Between us last night
I have a feeling
This has potential

I even contemplate
to stay for breakfast
skip work
and love on you more
But after my first cigarette
I realised
for our art to be perfect
I must play the escape artist
once more

You see I cannot give you
What you want
Unless we can agree
To take it slow
I may not be sure
Of many things
But my fear of love
I know

If that’s not enough for you
We’d better call it quits
Not everything has a happy ending
Life can be a hit and miss

Teacher

You are my teacher

You taught me how to be a selfless human

You taught me patience and tolerance

You taught me snorkeling and rugby rules

I have a feeling that you will teach me a lot more

My heart is always full of your brilliance

My son

#cassaquote – 47

Perfect love stays

in the moment,

beyond that,

love is ruined.

Sweet Nothings

Please don’t say
You love me
If you expect
To hear it back

So many times
I heard those
lovey dovey words
They meant nothing
in the end

I hope you could tell by the style of the writing that this is another collaboration between me and Little Charmer.

An Artist’s Expression

He delivered her a gift

After the break up

His cum

On a canvas

Would she take offense

Or she knew it’s his way

Of saying he missed her

Artist has a strange way

To express love

Confession

I don’t love like I once loved

Without fear, without reservation

I run fast these days

From everything

Call me a coward

I accept

I am sorry

For making the unspeakable decision

To watch you drown

So I stay afloat