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

Purchase Ballad of the Mind: From the thoughts of a dreamer on Amazon

 

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Cathect

Cathect (V.)

Emotions stitched in each word written

You read it, feelings smitten

Now we are deep within, Love fit in

Passion then follows, reality hits in

Moving forward with haste, Life quickens

 

Can I fill the space beside you?

The Longing Company

You are chaos waiting to happen

I, a mere witness to your enlightened dreams

 

Your blood and sweat stains your achievements,

The smell of perspiration emits from your fulfilled dreams.

-MaliCool

Cathect (v)

Emotions stitched in each word written, you read it, feelings smitten

Now we are deep within….

To be continued

I am working on something new, using unusual words to conjure a poem from their definitions and then compiling them into a book of sorts, I am excited to see how this turns out, 

Look forward to that.

MaliCool Whitby

AESTHETE (adj.)

Looking at it from a distance, can you see it?

The beauty within the art
Nature painted, the colours fit
The hands of the divine plays a part
You understand it’s mood with your heart.

Over time you become aware of its essence 
Stitched within each living
The vibrant colours emit a feeling of benevolence,
The story it tells gives life emphasis
Understanding that this art was living.

-Mail-Cool

A silent war

War eats away at the vale of peace

Devouring any hope of healing

The innocent souls swallowed unaware, ignorant to the danger creeping near

Darkness is at our doorstep

Don’t let the devil in, the heat from his breath, unquenching 
What’s worth more than your soul? What’s worth more than your life?

The Lion sits waiting, feed him from your plate, an arm or a leg

Darkness is at our doorstep

It’s invisible, it’s silent, deadly times

A well kept secret

A war rages behind the scenes

Can you see it?

The plot thickens

Yesterday someone died. Today another can die

Shot fired echoes the night 
whose soul was released from it’s cage?
To take the elevator up or down
leaving behind worries and pain, suffering
Leaving behind a life that could have been better
You slept with the dark, it swallowed you whole
A residential fee of your soul
Anyway back? paid in blood, your life sacked
you have made your bed, now lay in it

The Silent Poetic Groove

Set on a Journey, an adventure

Mentally uplifting, a reminder that I am gifted

Re-swallowed by negative system

Not to ignore but to explore

dissecting its center to find its core

 

It’s me, it’s me, it’s me

Spamming internal folklore

I heard from another, equating to many

False Imagery

 

A not so funny comedy

A marathon of uneven sitcoms

My mind a sequence of scenes

A well written psycho script

“Remember your lines” memories encrypted

Translation not equipped, My mood took a dip

My words, take your sip

and be filled.

Words to the Soul

A books of words, book of feelings, a book of inspiration, food for the mind, food for the soul, story for the heart, a story from the mind, words written by a dreamer wishing to share his inner world with you, to embrace his darkness, to accept his troubles, to grow beyond them, to grow with them, to love them as myself, To love, To live, To laugh, with relief from my Burdens 

To be New, to be refined,  a divine design. These are words unspoken, these are words unheard, it’s just

Ballad of the mind: from the thoughts of a dreamer

This book wasn’t something I thought of doing ever, now that I think about it but here it is a concept given to me by a friend I work with, with whom I  shared some of my poems. Thanks goes out to you for giving me the push. 54 poems, one book, many words, enough to fill you for ‘9 months’ giving you birth to tranquility. 

You can get your copy on Amazon: Author name: MaliCool Whitby

“…To break down the wall, to connect, inspire….” -Skip Marley 

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