Best Cassandra Poems
Revelation Said In Stone
Appeared an Eon ago
of Shame and Sin, Something we all know
But not it's rise, For is has already became Virtue
Flaming Skies from an Angel So Bright
The World's Cure for Soul-Blight
A Hell on Earth
A Savior's Worth
So many Dreams are cast then Forgotten
So many lives are brought up then just
Thrown back down
Maybe she is The Cure
Maybe she is The Plan
All Fear the Flame
Failed Creation of Samael
She Comes from the Deep
She Comes from The Heavens' Vault
To End the dawn of the Demon
Purge this land of all Vice
Kali Yuga will be nevermore
The one of Sublime
Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim
Release me and
Burn away this land
Hold me by The Hand
Tell me the past is just pretend
Give me The Cure
If this is your destiny
Then May it be mine
I would die in time
I'm Just another Obstacle
In the way of your divine Wings
Forget me Cassandra
For Doom was already meant for me
All Fear the Flame
Failed Creation of Samael
She Comes from the Deep
She Comes from The Heavens' Vault
To End the dawn of the Demon
Purge this land of all Vice
Kali Yuga will be nevermore
The one of Sublime
Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim
Valkyrie of Heart
Angel of Grace
I surrender to You
Savior by Destiny
Dispel all Tragedy
Especially me
All Fear the Flame
Failed Creation of Samael
She Comes from the Deep
She Comes from The Heavens' Vault
To End the dawn of the Demon
Purge this land of all Vice
Kali Yuga will be nevermore
The one of Sublime
Cassandra, Bringer of Muspelheim
The fractured imprint of Cassandra remains;
burns bright; pounds at the gates, silenced. She says,
"Keep Quiet, your words have power.
Say only, "Let me be an instrument of your will, Lord."
Tongues and ties will bind- an act of balance with no end.
In turn, opening His love for you, pounding nails in a board.
"Your reward is not in this life: your reward is this life.
Your gift: to experience the glory of Creation with all your senses-
to learn to love like agape- an eternal constant knife
that cuts what separates and tears down all fences.
The agents of 'separation' are manifested thoughts
and actions of humans who fall into despair.
Despair leaves little room for love- so love transmutes
into compassion, flows towards you unnoticed through the air.
She absorbs the slings and arrows of despair;
a well that when drawn from, overflows and waters your roots.
The 'weak force' is more powerful than the 'strong.'
Through a matrix, "singlets" are born from pure energy-
born of an imbalance between Creation and Annihilation;
everything seen and unseen in nature has won the quantum battle
to exist for a while, but not for long.
Yet, the 'weak force' is often defined in terms
of destructive radioactive decay- that mirrors
processes observable on Earth. May we redefine
ourselves and each other backwards, from death to birth?
When the Magi presented their gifts to the Christ-
most precious and beloved, worthy gifts to a prince or a pauper.
And when He was grown, He said, "All gifts are equally beloved
and all men are princes and paupers."
There is no direct correlation:
Between what we sow and what we reap-
is everything under the sun. That which unites and that
which separates to rule are the transient game.
"Be not proud, for all your gifts and faults are tools, to help
you quantify the gifted and the poor the same."
Rewritten on 11/28/13.
If I be Witch; Enchantress, yes!
Hades own sweet Sorceress
My Siren's Song to him belongs
Medea, may I wear your dress?
By Spell or Charm, I mean no harm,
Your beating Heart is all I need
Oh, Circe's swine! Where is mine?
Must I pray to Hecate?
With Titan's wrath, as Heroes pass,
I shall capture one for me!
*I have an immense love for Greek mythology so this piece may be more difficult to understand if you are not familiar with the references. "Hecate" is pronounced "Heck-a-tee" and "Circe" is pronounced "Seer-see" or "Sir-see" :)
She casts a cold breath away -
Almost perishing when a glow
cursed Cassandra with a blow.
On her knees, after a pray,
daydreaming without peace:
Troy befalling again and again
the worthless walls will retain
isolated the heroes of Greece.
Every dawn the same tomorrow -
Troy perishing in numerous nights,
consumed by scorching firelight.
The virtue a God couldn’t borrow
stolen in the temple’s staircase -
turning left or turning right in the maze
will lead to same unmoved sorrow.
She can’t forget: all will be true -
The blessing kiss of Lethe is dry,
Hear the prophetess’ first cry!
Tears cover her eyes’ blue hue
but if we look in, what do we see?
Little Cassandra warning in vain:
I will be a thousand times slain
until I respite below Helen’s tree.
I wrote some words today and showed them to a stranger.
They guided me in terms of semantics, definition, and faith:
Saying: 'Pride is freedom."
I listened intently for the constructive criticism of my ideas:
My poetry is not a subjective flow of concepts, unorganized and free!
I am bound and constrained to 'real conditions and real claims,'
and tethered to... being an amateur.
I heard, I was analyzing philosophy and fell
short of the correct interpretation, according to. . .
Someone that knows better than I.
Let me take this constructive, enlightening criticism to heart;
May it guide me around the corners of a tight box, structured and pre-defined.
Hold me fast to a metric leash, familiar to the ear and approved by literary critics.
Thank you for shutting the door of my cage when I tried to sing;
I will be more quiet in the future, mimicking the style of dead poets.
I see, hear and smell even though my body will not move
I lay in live coma and watch the mother of trees dance
Cassandra, the darkest sorcerer of filtered love
She wore a skirt of leaves and a short cotton blouse
Her open tummy displays her pretty round novel
And she bears the mark of a spear on her ankle
The spear which means she is the first daughter of the earth
Her chants echo the mysterious caves
The murmuring from her deep voice trembles my heart
My mouth tries to speak but it is shut by her bony necklace
Her long blond hair sweeps the fallen leaves as she moves
And the aroma of her odour creates a new affection in my heart
The pleasure that her blurry smooth face gives me is fiat
And I dare not define whether this is a trick or a dream
All I can say is it feels good to be with the queen of magic
She that owes a goblin that smuggles gold from the palace
And an elf that gathers her herbs from the abandoned park
O hail Cassandra
She makes the hair on my skin dance with her breath
She commands my heart to smile to her joy
And my soul to cradle this obsession till my very last moment
She rips my body with her thorny skin
And believe me she does this till I lose the last part of my skin
She hangs a freaky leafy chain around my neck
Trails her sharp sensitive fingers on my stomach
Then she cuts her hand and spills the blood into a golden chalice
She bakes herbal bread and forces me to feast
Then she cuffs her lips with my lips and seals my dream with a kiss
But she whispered to me a name I shall be with her forever…Cassandra!!!
I teach History, you see.
But, I don't know what it is.
Just as Hollywood remakes classics
with new faces for new generations,
I suspect,
I do much the same.
I do try to sweep away
the old myths and lies
of History, but,
as each class, each year,
recedes farther from my age,
I wonder,
am I just replacing old myths,
with my myths.
Is there something tangible
that I can teach?
Have we evolved at all?
I sit here, just past the bloodiest century
since we left the savannah,
and I wonder,,,
Am I just another shill.
New myths for old!
New myths for old!
Come and get
your hot new myths.
she was an aberration
a soft sorry light that reflected
upon all the lights around her and never turned
away not even for a minute
she was perfection
I wake up in the morning and see the chemicals in the sky
Can’t help but feel sorrow for all the people that will die
Too soon before, they’ll see their children grow
Too soon before, they’ll know what they don’t know
Oh Cassandra, can you help us from above?
Oh Cassandra, how can we learn to spread more love?
Mind control is rampant, live, and strong
And many, who know, just smile and say so long
Mixed messages and mocking from all sides
All to propagate the devil in disguise
The law is running backwards and hypocrisy running wild
And the masses have been transformed to a very stubborn child
Oh Cassandra, can you help us from above?
Oh Cassandra, how can we learn to spread more love?
Is it better to know and lend a hand?
Or is it better to sit and smile on command?
Two thousand years and he’s nearly pulled it off
We’re all just pigs now lined up at the trough
Will our creator come and save us all today?
Or is it just strategy till we evolve, in his way?
Oh Cassandra, can you give us some advice?
Oh Cassandra, can you convince them to be nice?
There is no place left, safe to run and hide
Exponential evil has already spread worldwide
How many times will we make the same mistakes?
The ease of manipulation has given me the shakes
Revenge converts so many to the darker side
Always to remember; use the light as your guide
Oh Cassandra, can you give us some advice?
Oh Cassandra, can you convince them to be nice?
Is this a necessary transition for our breed?
Will we eventually be cleansed of all our greed?
Is this perpetual, are we capable to improve?
Or is it designed to see which souls shall be removed?
I know I may not make the cut, and life may soon be grim
But, I’m appreciative for the life I live, and I’ll do my best for him
She is the seer
Whose visions seared all of those
Unwilling to hear.
When you smile, roses bloom
and in their burst I find your lips of flame
When you laugh, the winter sun shines brighter,
and nature bursts with its buds
when your mouth is on mine,
a kiss is an endless embrace,
and hours are forgotten there in your body
when your breasts cling to my hands,
I am a pilgrim of love
and your body the infinite road to lust
When I touch you, the touch is shivers,
and shivers break the silence of the night,
just like moans of love.
It is the music of the lips, of the body, of the pleasure
Outside with the wind, only our gasps are heard.
Cassandra, you who knew the leaves of time,
And traced them in your mind before they fell:
A gift perhaps for mortals too sublime,
Perhaps a cloak of darkness suits more well.
Cassandra, did you wish this thing to be?
To reach beyond the veil the future lays?
To now and all of time at once to see?
To live a life thus spread across all days?
Cassandra, had they heard, then Troy would stand,
But how can little merit know the best?
Too rare a soul for that more brutal band;
And so a diamond fell with all the rest.
You suffered twice, before and when Troy lost:
A gift immortal comes with mortal cost.
I look to my left
And I look to my right
Where have you gone
So late in the night
You were the light
Beyond all the dark
When I saw your first smile
I swear it gave me a heart
I've laughed with you at good times
And kept you safe to show I care
I've cried with you through bad times
And held you through your nightmares
You are so young
So full of heart
I don't know where you've gone
And its ripping me apart
Tell me your not gone
Please tell me your not dead
Your laughter and your smiles
Are still ringing through my head
A
god of
poetry,
yet she turned him
down
so,
maybe
Apollo's
free verse would not
rhyme !
Cassandra
My sister in suffering
our stories align
Betrayed by him
you had devoted
your being to serve
Never adored
Mocked and ignored
Driven mad by derision
for no one would listen
Viciously violated
seeking sanctuary
Your pleas to the gods
going unanswered
I see your visage
in my mirror
as your eyes
peer into mine
within my own prison
You were fated to die
as am I