Somebody Is Knocking, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVI, Source-light, cycle Emptiness-palace. Essential version was written in Hungarian, in 2017 yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. The poem gets a singular actuality from the fact that today is my birthday: a kind of account.
Somebody Is Knocking, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume XVI, Source-light, cycle Emptiness-palace. Essential version was written in Hungarian, in 2017 yet. I share it both in English and Hungarian. The poem gets a singular actuality from the fact that today is my birthday: a kind of account.
Dimension-sense, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume VI, Source Springs Forth from Pearl of Orient, cycle Dimension-Sense. Essential version was written in Hungarian, in 2012 yet.
Dimension-sense, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume VI, Source Springs Forth from Pearl of Orient, cycle Dimension-Sense. Essential version was written in Hungarian, in 2012 yet.
Dimension-sense, Part 2, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume VI, Source Springs Forth from Pearl of Orient, cycle Dimension-Sense. Essential version was written in Hungarian, in 2012 yet.
Dimension-sense, Part 1, by J. W. Cassandra, my own poem. The poem belongs to my volume VI, Source Springs Forth from Pearl of Orient, cycle Dimension-Sense. Essential version was written in Hungarian, in 2012 yet.
Slowly we fade away, Do you think we’ll ever be okay? Always sad, I wish this was just a fad. Always broken, knowing what we once had. Remember it could be worse, Lost in thought,…
It wraps me into a thick Cloak of affinity More it prick whenever it passes through my veins, but all falls in latinity! You know I just finished my only cigarette but this smoke…
