Then drank summer’s wine and winter’s snowflakes And tasted true life For, because of them, we have found joy
time is still passing freely see she never stops for anyone i’ve met her she’s unstoppable only thing that drives her is the fact that her only task is to keep passing she doesn’t think…
In name of duty, in name of honor, in name of pride, even in name of customes we’re seeing brutality every now and then. Though entire world knows our history, our ancestors have always adored kindness & set millions of examples how truth & goodness always win over bad one. Still there are people walking on darkness towards negativity & becoming merciless. Universe can be productive & destructive both at a time. It knows what’s constructive & what’s nothing but dead-end for new era. Universe knows how to erase negativity to retain positivity.
Remember, At the center of all things and within all hearts exists the void of possibility
J. W. Cassandra: “Egy születésnap kísértete”: a verset tegnap késő éjjel írtam, és ma volna az ünnep. Szeretett és örökkön hiányzó öcsémnek és emlékének ajánlom a verset. Illusztráció: Google Képek. (“Ghost of a Birthday”, by J. W. Cassandra: This poem I wrote yesterday late in the evening and the feast would be today. I dedicate it to my beloved and missed forever younger brother and to his memory. Illustration: Google Images.)
“Ghost of a Birthday”, by J. W. Cassandra: This poem I wrote yesterday late in the evening and the feast would be today. I dedicate it to my beloved and missed forever younger brother and to his memory. Illustration: Google Images.
I looked for happiness all over. But found it only inside of me. It was in every corner of my brain. This poem is inspired by this digital art I created.
J. W. Cassandra: “Csillagjátszótereken kél…”: ezt a verset a 12. kötetemből osztom meg, az “Üresség-bölcsőben Képmás ring” címűből. Ez a kötetnyitó verse. Minden kötetem szigorú szerkezettel szerkesztem meg: egy mottó, az egész kötetre vonatkozó kötetnyitó vers, 21 ciklus 12 verssel, mellé mindegyikben egy 13., a nyitóvers az aktuális ciklushoz. És minden kötet kötetzáró verssel zárul. Ezen felül a kötetfolyamhoz írtam egy abszolút nyitó-, és egy záróverset. Minden kötetben 275 vers van. Még dolgozom a 13 – 18. köteten, ezek még nyitottak. Ez a vers pedig a 12. kötet kötetnyitó verse. Mind angolul, mind magyarul megosztom. Az illusztrációt a Canván készítettem, Gerd Altmann képét használtam fel a Pixabayről. (A csillag-ember). (“It Rises on Star-playgrounds…”, by J. W. Cassandra: this poem belongs to my volume 12, “Likeness Sways in Emptiness-cradle”. This is its overture poem. I edit my all volumes into a strict structure with a motto, an overture poem for the whole volume, then 21 cycles each one containing 12 poems with a 13. that is the opening poem of the actual cycle. And all volumes I finish with a closing poem for the whole volume. In addition, to the stream of the volumes I wrote an absolute overture and that of closing poem. In each volumes I placed 275 poems. And now I work on the 13 – 18 volumes, these are in progress yet. Well, this poem is the overture for the vol. 12. I share it both in English and Hungarian. Illustration I made on Canva, using a picture from Pixabay, made by Gerd Altmann. (The star-man).)
– – – Make it easy, and, Share your feelings with the music or art Or any magic source you find in the reach Tell the secrets aloud, maybe in disguise Or maybe directly to some stranger Trust me he/she knows you better than anyone could be Make it easy, and, Become selfish maybe, be happy for yourself, For a little while, For the while in this world you’re gonna be or be selfless if you can and kill the pain, all the negativity inside because it’s gonna hurt the people too around you—
“It Rises on Star-playgrounds…”, by J. W. Cassandra: this poem belongs to my volume 12, “Likeness Sways in Emptiness-cradle”. This is its overture poem. I edit my all volumes into a strict structure with a motto, an overture poem for the whole volume, then 21 cycles each one containing 12 poems with a 13. that is the opening poem of the actual cycle. And all volumes I finish with a closing poem for the whole volume. In addition, to the stream of the volumes I wrote an absolute overture and that of closing poem. In each volumes I placed 275 poems. And now I work on the 13 – 18 volumes, these are in progress yet. Well, this poem is the overture for the vol. 12. I share it both in English and Hungarian. Illustration I made on Canva, using a picture from Pixabay, made by Gerd Altmann. (The star-man).
J. W. Cassandra: “Nem lesz ékkő”: ez a versem a 11. kötetmbe tartozik, a “Szabadító, jövel!” címűbe, a “Lélegző Majom” című ciklusba. A vers jelkép: a hatalmas távolságot és különbséget ábrázolja az emberi és a természetfölötti lényeké között. Csak ma készült el. Mind angolul, mind magyarul megosztom itt. Illusztráció: Andre Mouton, Pixabay. (“It Will Not Be a Gem”, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem belongs to my volume 11, “Rescuer, Come!”, to the cycle “Breathing Monkey”. The poem is a symbol: it describes the giant distance and distinction of wit of man compared to that of the supernatural beings. I made it only today. I share here both the English and the Hungarian versions. Illustration is by Andre Mouton, from Pixabay.)
“It Will Not Be a Gem”, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem beklongs to my volume 11, “Rescuer, Come!”, to the cycle “Breathing Monkey”. The poem is a symbol: it describes the giant distance and distinction of wit of man compared to that of the supernatural beings. I made it only today. I share here both the English nad the Hungarian versions. Illustration is by Andre Mouton, from Pixabay.
Have you ever felt the wind in your hair. Doesn’t it feel amazing? Or does it feel spooky?
“The Castle under Raising”, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem is one of the poems mentioned by me 3 days ago in my description on the poem “Whispers of Tower of Silence”. This actual poem belongs to my volume 5, “Book of Resplendent Origin”, cycle “Tower of Silence”. I never thought it will gain its sad and urgent actuality right today, since I wrote all the poems of that volume in 2012 yet. But now I share this poem as a warning… We all are but mortal, nothing more. No matter what we “possess” here: the eternal silence seals everything. And all our “possession” remains in this bank, we depart to the farther bank with our only real possession – the pure love we gave or hadn’t given to others. This is our only geniza, namely house of treasure. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Illustration is byReinhold Silbermann, from Pixabay.
“The Castle under Raising”, by J. W. Cassandra. This poem is one of the poems mentioned by me 3 days ago in my description on the poem “Whispers of Tower of Silence”. This actual poem belongs to my volume 5, “Book of Resplendent Origin”, cycle “Tower of Silence”. I never thought it will gain its sad and urgent actuality right today, since I wrote all the poems of that volume in 2012 yet. But now I share this poem as a warning… We all are but mortal, nothing more. No matter what we “possess” here: the eternal silence seals everything. And all our “possession” remains in this bank, we depart to the farther bank with our only real possession – the pure love we gave or hadn’t given to others. This is our only geniza, namely house of treasure. I share the poem both in English and Hungarian. Illustration is byReinhold Silbermann, from Pixabay.
