“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).)
Finding peace, doesn’t mean you stop dreaming, trying the efforts, dropping the thought of doing better – that way you won’t grow. But finding peace, when you can’t have it in the moment and still manage to smile and take a calm breath. When you start noticing, observing and living smaller and little moments – that is when you feel where you’re not running anymore. No rush, no race, no doubt of ‘not doing enough’. That is when you start feeling satisfaction. – Ocean Singh
Reality is peace. Dream is adventure. Reality is harsh. Dream is a feather. Reality is so many nos. Dream is every yes. Reality is all mirror to lies. Dream is the covered truth. And in between reality and dream – between walking and flying – there’s the fall. The fall to every realization from excitements to senses, from hurt to home, from tears to smile, from questions to answers – from being in love to staying in love.
Romance! Is just not the happiness. It’s just not the smiles, laughs and pleasure. Romance is pain too. Feeling blue, dropping tears and yearning. Romance is the joy of being in love. The love which is physical, it comes and goes. The love which is spiritual, it stays and grows. And love is both physical and spiritual, it molds. Is romance not an escape, from the real world! Imagining and travelling into the fantasies. Fantasies which are good and happy. Fantasies which are dark and crazy.
Does it hurt, when you can’t say it? Does it hurt, when you write it? Does it hurt, when you recite it? Does it hurt, when you hum it? Does it hurt, when you sing it? Does it hurt, when the body waves on it? Does it hurt, when you create it? Does it hurt, when you make it? Does it hurt, when you convey it? Does it hurt, when you relate it? Does it hurt, when you enjoy it? Does it hurt, when it hurts?
Respect holds Grace, Kindness, Patience, Humanity, and Empathy – so it teaches you how to behave and act to the person in those instances. BECAUSE – RESPECT IS A CONSTANT PRACTICE. And not just, respecting a little kid or a pet or plants and trees or elders or friends or Strangers! You should also know that respecting own self is important, equally. RESPECT IS MUST!
– – – 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—
No one knows what it was BEFORE THIS LIFE and how it will be AFTER THIS LIFE. You have to make EVERYTHING – HERE! In this life. Where you are breathing! Where you know – what is what. And… good and bad, positive and negative, they all are gonna be there. Live it. All these things are the part of this life. When there are so many emotions… why not live them all, experience them all…!
Why there is so much rush, so much pressure, so much competition, so much envy and so many doubts!!! Why the soul is not free!? Like it should be! Like it’s meant to be… free to fly and look beautiful… be kind at every single moment. Why it is prisoned in this trap of body and why it has to go through all those fines (penalty), who’s crimes it has never committed! This body only asks this… that’s why!? The body… which already is helpless… this too wants the soul to be free! – Ocean Singh
“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.
