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Ballad Of The Mind: From the thoughts of a dreamer

 

Ballad of the mind

Available for Purchase on Amazon.

First Milestone completed, Finishing a project and getting it out into the world. Ballad of the Mind: from the thoughts of a dreamer, an anthology of 54 poems, 53 that are original and one more from someone (mentioned inside) from who I have permission to use it. Each poem falls under one category or major chapters with sub-chapters (If you get what I mean if not, take a peep inside). 54 poems that tells it’s own story with a similar theme with a different emotional exorcism.

It’s the story from the mind, it’s my and your journey,  words you can relate to in your life but cannot really explain for others to understand maybe these words can help with those hard to explain feelings. A world of tranquility, relaxation, reminiscing

“Medicine Memories, curing you of sadness, keeping you smiling…”

Below is one of poem featured in the book. Enjoy!

The Anthology is a prequel really to a novel in the works that may have the same name or a different name.

The Story Begins

Come step into my mind and the stories within.

 

Featured: The Poem

Seduced me into writing,

Talked me into expressing,

Loved me into revealing.

 

Then caress me with motivation

 Slowly massaging me with inspiration,

Getting me into the mood for a rough night

To make love to the paper just right.

 

There are times when we fight,

I leave you crushed and I find another.

 

We make up and we begin again the cycle of written Love.
Author’s Page: MaliCool Whitby

 

 

 

 

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Dystopia

“In a dystopia, when time has run out and the worst is yet to come, the urge to live still remains.” Elizabeth Fifer WLT, March 2017


Happiness created from falling to social control, living in a created society, thought to be perfect, carrying out our imagined role.

The art of propaganda dumped into the flow of the mainstream.

Weighed under social pressure, our individuality is a disease, curable by the fear of being scorned by sleeper pawns.

The truth no longer lives with reality, lies now her roommates; our delusional thoughts can’t tell them apart, listen to what’s being taught.

 

You want freedom? Seek death, gain life.                                                              

Watched over by ‘big brother’

“What you got going on there?”

Surveillance with the claim of being protected

While keeping vital information restricted.

 

What is natural anymore? It has been banished.

What is beauty? The thought of it tarnished.

The existence of it is distrusted, the reality of it denied.

Where is your head space?

Your human state devalued, you are now cattle

Fatten to be slaughtered, sold to the highest bidder.

A tamed bird living in a cage.

“Fai come dico, non come faccio”

The Utopia illusion.

Dystopia.                                          

 06/08/2018

‘Dystopia’ : MaliCool Whitby

Logorrhea. Coming Soon

E.A.R

Digital Painting of an ear with text, E.A.R - Expecting Appealing Resonance
E.A.R – Expecting Appealing Resonance

Expecting Appealing resonance,

Accepting the rational of our era,

reaction lessens to a minimal, sparking lifes ember.

 

Exposed to abusive release,

altering your minds restoring ‘endorfina’

Affecting how you regulate your eagerness.

 

The message of life is around us, we just have to listen with an ear.

The weight of our pain is nothing we can’t bear.

Life is not that complicated, the answer is always near.

Are you even looking? maybe your question wasn’t clear.

The universe is listening.

Ear painitng with acronym E.A.R - Exposed to Abusive Release
E.A.R – Exposed to Abusive Release

Old Souls

OldSoul crest
Old Soul Crest

The moment you realize you are not like the rest, your whole life will change, for better or for worst.

it’s up to you of course.

Solitude becomes your headquarters, a place to escape from draining routines.

To quiet the mind, to reconnect with yourself, to be in tune; shutting up the speakers in your head with bass resonating on your head or do you find an old book to read to explore a new frontier?

You become the abnormal among the accepted normal, our mind searching for meaningful balance, perceived as informal.

 

You are not understood because you are too deeply intuitive; increasing your emotional sensitivity.

Your thirst for knowledge and truth gives you credit in your insightful ability.

“I am not like other people” but we are no different. we all have ‘sinful’ desires.

They stepped away from social upbringing.

 

 There is no joy in uplifting material trends, it’s a mean, not an end.

Things that are short lived were here for a lesson or to give a lesson.

The fulfillment comes from the growth gained.

But with the love of solitude, they wish to share their acquired knowledge.

They yearn to pass on wisdom not taught in college.

Hidden among the elders, more at peace, more in tune, a belonging.

Living among books, stories of the past, the reality of the present, evidence of the future.

These Old Souls, so much to tell but so little time to dwell.

 

Written: June 17, 2018

by: MaliCool

Ballad of the Mind: from the thoughts of a dreamer is on Amazon.

Road to Logorrhea: Your wordy Vocabulary.

Lost Time

Chiming of the clock echoes my thoughts,  rising from my slumber, I ponder

What signals the hour, when the hands of time isn’t apparent? what of your internal clock when your external time seizes to exist? The past, the present and the future converges and swallows your existence.

 

“Why do we even bother”  Had a date with purpose but I stood her up

She ignores my redeeming advance.

It seem I have lost my trying chance.

No way of rescheduling, lost time.

 

How do you measure something as ‘infinite’ as this… When was it missed?

How can it be lost when it’s everywhere?

we run on time, it’s our life energy.

if we lose it, doesn’t that mean death?

 

Chiming of the clock no longer echoes.

The sound of life becomes silent.

Listen.

Though it’s not the end.

Reset your time, and begin again,

New life.

New Time.

 

 

 

月Tsuki

Night-Sky she brightest in the darkest hour

illuminating the hidden path to the creativity soul,

Stimulating your instinctive howl,

 

A beckon to meditate, give in to your senses

channelling the lunar chakra through your viens

what’s that feeling? nullifying your pain

Bathing in it’s cosmic energy flowing from the universe night light

 

She is out in full, she is beautiful

she is calling to me, “pay attention”

“don’t stare” it’s embarrassing”, 

But her presence is rare

Wondering through phases, reaching full circle

Then returning a new.

Gumusservi: Moonlight shining on water

Moonlight Water Grayscale Painting
Gumusservi – Moonlight shining on the water

Its light sets a path

To a bewitching scenery

Leaving us captivated

Reminding us, light can serve the dark.

Interlude

Gumusservi (n.): is a turkish word meaning the moonlight shining on water.

Have you ever been to the beach at night and seeing the full moon shining on the water? what was your thought then? What feeling did you experience? Nature has its way of being creative in its own little way, you would have be in tune to notice these ‘not so hard’ to see beauty.

Road to the completion of Logorrhea: Your Wordy Vocabulary

Introduction

I have written Ballad of the Mind: From The thoughts of a dreamer (no on Amazon, click the title to be taken to my Authors page). This was a big step for me in terms of writing a poetry book, never had I thought of writing an anthology, I was more lenient to trying to see if I could pull off writing a novel but I got encouragement from person I let read my poems as to why not compose a book to publish and boom! I went along with the idea. I search resent post of poems and picked some out of the lot along with new ones and put the book together, only left was the name and the cover. The start up name was “Into my mind” then I remembered I had created a saying “it’s just the Ballad of the Mind from the thoughts of a dreamer”  and went with that for the official name.

Logorrhea: Your Wordy Vocabulary

To learn from the first book another title anthology is making its way to reality. The poem ” Gumusservi” is one of many poems that is part of this title, I have posted some already and more will be posted has time goes by.

Quick synopsis

Logorrhea means: ‘wordy’ or over use of words, with that definition, I can say that the poems will be written to usual words from various cultures, some may know or some you will not know. These poems will portrait the meanings of these words as best as it can, sounds interest right?, oh I can’t forget that acompanyment will be graphic images to spice up your pages a bit. How about that? Poetry and something visuallly appealing to look at, what more can you ask for?

Words can be beautiful, words can destructive, it’s how they are used that makes a different, think wisely, speak beauitfully.

Postlude

I don’t have a specfic date of release for Logorrhea but it’s for this year, 2018

Anthology-Preview-

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Engentado (n.)

Waves of high energy

Everyone mingling, laughter

A joyous moment to be in

Relaxing, breathable air

Nice to see happiness

In full throttle

 

Now I am tired, empty bottle

I shut my lid, the air is draining

The environment pains me

Their smiles hurt

Why?

Withdrawn to safe haven

No other visible soul, to hold

Confusion now my armour.

Engentado!

Fernweh

A-coffee-filled-day

I sit staring into the sky

Imagining myself somewhere new

What if I sprout wings and fly

I fell asleep dreamt I flew

 

In this dream I am a far                                                              5

Seeing life on another plane

Learning their wounds that left its scar

Molding its people culture removing a chain

 

Flying to another and another,

Covering a large distance,                                                        10

The earth is beautiful bringing people together,

How can we show resistance?

 

The need to the travel increases

The dream leaves me wanting,

Now awake, fatigue decreases,                                               15

The need to go places is haunting.

 

Logorrhea: Wordy Vocabulary

A bit late but a promise is a promise the new title I am working on is ‘LOGORRHEA: Wordy Vocabulary’

Several unusual words from different countries, from different cultures, with poems written according to their meaning associated with that word.

Can you figure out what their meaning are?

Release date: Sometime Next Year: 2018

Are you ready?

The Story begins!

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Art by: JahCreate

Website: http://www.jahcreate.weebly.com

Facebook: @Jamlifeasweknowit

Twitter: @Creative_Mali

Instagram: @creativemali2017

Author Profile: http://www.amazon.com/author/malicoolwhitby

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Happy Holidays!!

Acedia

Sloth
“Life gave an indifferent shrug”

Life is indifferent,

I am not particularly sure,

It becomes uncaring, having no particular interest

Your struggles over looked with unconcern

Where is your sympathy?

Life gave an indifferent shrug

Indicating your days are mediocre

Sitting idly by, wasting away, silly joker

Thinking of what if, drowning in boredom

No sign of emotions, hitting rock-bottom

missing opportunities enough to be awesome

enough to grow, to spurt a blossom

But life lacking care,

Uninteresting, not enough to adhere

Or maybe the over dosage of lazy

The Spirit weakens -Mali-Cool

 

The name of the next book title will be revealed December 25, Stay tuned,

THE STORY BEGINS!!!

Dysania

It’s Morning, the sun’s out
The sleep? Nothing to brag about
Every living thing was up
An important day? A special event?
Still in bed I lay, mood descent

Birds happy go lucky, singing for dawn
Not enough energy to become corporate pawns
Better to roll over and call it a day
“what if it’s productive?” my heart would say
“What if it’s not?” My mind would portray
Then you will regret that first step
After all we are not meant for the morning

Demotivated energy weighs the body
Uninterested hobbies
This was supposed to be a prose
“How did it become a poem?” Who knows

It could be we are stressed
Could be tiredness
After insomnia
Dysania

 

Written: September 18, 2017 by Malicool Whitby

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