You are the dawn, I am the sunset You are the reason for my amazement Your memories sail deep in my heart Your presence is felt ‘though we’re miles apart In the ocean of my…
Sometimes the only option we have is to wait and let the things unfurl by itself.
Let’s build together “A Palace of Love” With garden of affection and sunshine above Ain’t any commotion when looked around Fondness spreading like a velvety glove
Soft Silence Falls onto Silence, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian. This poem I placed here after some hesitation but, this poem shows that Armageddon we may interpret but transferred sense.
Soft Silence Falls onto Silence, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian. This poem I placed here after some hesitation but, this poem shows that Armageddon we may interpret but transferred sense.
The Kali Yuga Does Its Work, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian. This poem I placed here since I think that Armageddon concerns not only the Occident (West) but, the Orient (East) equally at the last time.
The Kali Yuga Does Its Work, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian.
There’s No Place, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian.
There’s No Place, by J. W. Cassandra. This is an other poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian.
Grey Shadow, by J. W. Cassandra. This is a poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian.
Grey Shadow, by J. W. Cassandra. This is a poem of the so-called “Armageddon Poems”, that is it belongs to my 18th volume, “Incompletion”, to cycle “Armageddon”. The cycle isn’t entirely finished yet, I share here only some of them both in English and Hungarian.
Its true that we all wear the masks for some reason. But, the poet here has a question that why are people always so interested in counting our feelings hidden behind the mask. Why can’t they just take us with our masks? There is a reason why we put this mask, why can’t everyone just let it be.
Soma – sema, by J. W. Cassandra. My poem belongs to my volume “Source-Light”, the volume 16, cycle “Imprisoned into the Infinite”. “Soma sema” by Plato, means “The body is prison” (Ancient Greek). I intentionally chose this synonym ‘dungeon’ for prison, I feel the previous word more powerful here.
