Before I could make ample Memories with you, In the blink of an eye, you faded away. So far, beyond reach I bemoan daily, unable to be with you In those last legs of your…
An invisible Lisle, Pierced the heart Travelled through chambers, and Raised pleasure. Soon, with stronger Force it heaved back Forming a wound with Agonising pain Save
Sometimes I feel like I can I possess people. People that I have never heard of, never seen. I possess them for fraction of seconds, before their souls slips away from mine, like a gentle…
Are The Shrouds Counted, Are Not They?, by J. W. Cassandra, a short writing or essay.This is my newest writing. I chose the word ‘shroud’ intentionally, instead of any synonim. And I chose the Horus’ Eye, either. And I use other symbols, either. I’ll share the writing both in English and Hungarian. Illustration is from the Google.
Are The Shrouds Counted, Are Not They?, by J. W. Cassandra, a short writing or essay.This is my newest writing. I chose the word ‘shroud’ intentionally, instead of any synonim. And I chose the Horus’ Eye, either. And I use other symbols, either. I’ll share the writing both in English and Hungarian. Illustration is from the Google.
I feel it in the airI feel it everywhereOur fingertips fighting in despair Not to touch or fit as a pair Like two magnets of opposite poles, that’s unfair It’s as if every single thing…
“Still I Rise” is a very empowering poem by Maya Angelou. It is a poem against the oppression of the weak. The poem sends a very clear and loud message that no one can really be oppressed.
Ave Caesar!, by J. W. Cassandra, a grotesque short story from me. I wrote it today and of course, it is a fancy. I placed it in my short story volume, “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. I recommend it for those who like grotesque, thought-provoking stories. Its curiosity that accidentally, it bears actuality, either. And despite of its actuality, te story points beyond it with its philosophical content. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I hope, you will enjoy it.
Ave Caesar!, by J. W. Cassandra, a grotesque short story from me. I wrote it today and of course, it is a fancy. I placed it in my short story volume, “Masquerade of Cycle of Existence”. I recommend it for those who like grotesque, thought-provoking stories. Its curiosity that accidentally, it bears actuality, either. And despite of its actuality, te story points beyond it with its philosophical content. I share it both in English and Hungarian. I hope, you will enjoy it.
Chant to Existence, Charm to Light!, by J. W. Cassandra, my poem. I wrote it recently and I made a simple translation into English only, not a literary poem. It was difficult to render its essence. The poem I placed in my volume “Incompletion”, in cycle “Time-Eye”. I try to grab the existence and its features and to let them be seen through the eye of time. So far, I wrote the whole cycle, now I have to translate them into English yet. For illustration of this poem, I put here an own photo, coloured purple for the poem, intentionally. Later I’ll share more of these poems of the cycle. Now I share this poem both in English and Hungarian. I hope, you all can enjoy it.
Chant to Existence, Charm to Light!, by J. W. Cassandra, my poem. I wrote it recently and I made a simple translation into English only, not a literary poem. It was difficult to render its essence. The poem I placed in my volume “Incompletion”, in cycle “Time-Eye”. I try to grab the existence and its features and to let them be seen through the eye of time. So far, I wrote the whole cycle, now I have to translate them into English yet. For illustration of this poem, I put here an own photo, coloured purple for the poem, intentionally. Later I’ll share more of these poems of the cycle. Now I share this poem both in English and Hungarian. I hope, you all can enjoy it.
𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐚𝐬 𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠 𝐈 𝐫𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐛𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝, 𝐰𝐨𝐦𝐞𝐧 𝐡𝐚𝐯𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐞𝐧 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐚𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐢𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐚𝐰𝐬 (𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐛𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞) 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬. 𝕬 𝐜𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐜𝐚𝐥 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐚𝐥𝐰𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐰𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐣𝐮𝐝𝐠𝐞 𝐇𝐄𝐑, 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐢𝐬 𝐜𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐤𝐞𝐝, 𝐦𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐬𝐡𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐜𝐭 𝐡𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐥𝐟 𝐚𝐠𝐚𝐢𝐧. 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐉𝐔𝐃𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐖𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐗𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.
” It is a beauteous evening, calm and free, the holy time is quiet as the Nun…..” – William Wordsworth The following lines are a source of inspiration for me to write the poem.
