If they believe you to be weakIt is because they have not seen the wolf that sleeps insideAnd for that they should be gratefulFor the wolf only strikes when threatenedAnd believe me, my strike will…
You stand there looking above meAs though I were a bug beneath your feetWhat makes you so superior?Your wealth? Your grace?You can dress up in silk and laceBut deep down we are the sameIt is…
I give up, I can do this no longer You must continue to fight What’s the point if nothing ever changes Change doesn’t happen overnight I can’t keep waiting for the future There’ll be no…
I’m not feeling optimisticWhen there is fear in our homesAnd blood in our streetsAnd the whole world is crying “It’s our time to speak”But with everyone speaking it’s hard to hearWhen the voices yelling incite…
I want the world to knowAll the words in my soulSo I’m putting my heart out there hoping you feel, love and shareI hope these words can helpThe way words helped meWhether you love them…
Meaningless! Meaningless! The wretched breakage of Bondage Grieved for long before its time All of it meaningless! / It is my grace we enjoy Our deliverance. When grace about but left Unreceived…
The Tiniest Grain of Wheat of the World, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 13, “Ten Thousand-fold Day”, cycle “Balance-Existence”. I think, most of us know the story of the tiniest grain of wheat… I wrote of it a poem as I see it, by my aspect. I share it both in English and Hungarian.
The Tiniest Grain of Wheat of the World, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 13, “Ten Thousand-fold Day”, cycle “Balance-Existence”. I think, most of us know the story of the tiniest grain of wheat… I wrote of it a poem as I see it, by my aspect. I share it both in English and Hungarian.
I wrote this as a psychological piece relating to my advocacy for mental health. This had been originally a project from years back, and revised it recently to better suit the topic.
Sometimes it’s tough when we decide our fate before birth. Success seemed so much more salacious to me than love. How silly was I? For the rest of my life, the clapping of the audience…
This was just a contemplation about how we can live our lives, without the hustle and bustle, without the chaos and confusion. Keep it simple and live as an example.
Whoever Art Thou?, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 13, “Ten Thousand-fold Day”, cycle “Who Standeth at the Portal of Resplendence”. The message has nothing to do with Biblical messages, it has a peculiar essence. However, the poem speaks on the ancient, somewhat familiar with the Biblical language, I tried to render it. Because, the core of the poem has a wisdom-message. I share it both in English and Hungarian.
Whoever Art Thou?, by J. W. Cassandra. I placed my poem to my volume 13, “Ten Thousand-fold Day”, cycle “Who Standeth at the Portal of Resplendence”. The message has nothing to do with Biblical messages, it has a peculiar essence. However, the poem speaks on the ancient, somewhat familiar with the Biblical language, I tried to render it. Because, the core of the poem has a wisdom-message. I share it both in English and Hungarian.
In “the red, red rose”, Robert Burns is directly speaking to his love. He wants to convey how he will love her till eternity. The distance between them is just physical and temporary.
