Ballad Of The Mind: From the thoughts of a dreamer

 

Ballad of the mind

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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

 

 

 

 

Ballad of the Mind


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Travelling my mind seeing the sights looking for a way to reach new heights

It’s a ballad of the mind moving through life I will grab what’s mine

Walking through the dark, searching for a light

Working to be a better self, only wanting growth, In the end it will be refined

It thinks alone, sleepless at times,

It’s on a Journey Gaining knowledge with each experience of each day

My thoughts fight a battle, taking part in Tourney

Which is the winner? Only my feeling heart has a say

Seldom do I dream when I sleep

Often, I dream when I am seeing

Random thoughts greet me with conversations that are deep

For instance, assess this and tell us, what are you feeling?

It wishes for freedom, it wants to rest, too much emotional

Overweight with the world, when it is not even mine to shoulder

It influences how my decisions or made, brings my life to distortion

Each they feel myself living in winter, getting colder

“Morning”, greets the day, no smiles, what did I do? Are we even friends? Acquaintance even?

Stay your distance “I really don’t mean no harm, just being myself, I do want to know you”

Well, no worries, I have always been alone, I see your resistance

One part my mind’s story, more to be written, will I share? That is left up to you, or maybe me the Author

Let us pause here for a while, not the end, my mind went off somewhere

The Story will continue, until the next quarter.\

(Poem preview from the book titled “Ballad of the mind”, using a ballad poetry form for this one)

Well it is here!, or soon be at least my e-book, “Ballad of the mind from the thoughts of the dreamer”

Welcome to the Ballad of the Mind, anthology of 53 poems  original written by me and one poem written by a friend of mine, all telling a story of the inner world, the outer world communicating with each other conjuring a harmony of Negative and positive energy intertwining,exorcising your emotions. Willing to take that journey?

Release May 30th of this year (though likely to change again). Please support me and my first e-book (maybe I can get printed versions some day with your help).

Please comment below, how and what do you read your E-books on/with so I can provide those formats for you on release date. Also it’s coming to amazon, for those who prefer shopping on amazon eBook, worry not there will be one for you too.

Thank You.

 

Unruffled Mind

Thoughts free from projections
Unevenness of surface not apparent
My mind is unruffled, similar to a calm sea

Life is free flowing, without bends, to some degree
Energy uninterrupted, strong flowing torrent
Conjuring uniform motion to some degree

Bringing about calmness, life is free
Of heavy feelings, at ground zero
A level of comfort, life simulator

You ease the pain with laughter
Washing away all the sorrows bringing hope
Erasing your doubt bringing answers

How much mental and physical effort was spent by chance?
To carry out your everyday tasks, to survive these random occurrence
Of our brain detouring from its original functions

Seems like a bad timing in world with no light, but 24/7 unction
Shedding what little light present on a seemingly lost reality
Representing a beacon of hope where there is none

Those living in the shadows has no reflection, shady, back turned to the sun
But not hidden, relaxed in bath of gloom, life filled with dimness
“To create a sense of shallow relief” are you a painter?

(We only want our life to be smooth
Enough to bring a feeling that is soothing
motivating worthy results from hard work
While living in the shadows is not necessarily dark)

About the poem: I used definitions of four words to compose this poem. started out as a personal prompt to get in the writing mood and it turned into this. I will be trying out this method again in the near future. You could give it too and see what great writing you can come up with. Happy Writing!!

disclaimer: (I don’t own the featured image)

website: JahCreate

 

Wear it for War Child, An Artistic Share

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We all know of war, whether via the media, someone you know lives in it, a soldier fighting for your country or you yourself was/is a victim. I have never experience but I have seen enough in the news to understand what it is like and what effects it will have on a person life, it is something any individual would want to live there life through, always looking over your shoulders, sleepless nights. War is not a new trend in the world, history speaks of many wars, deadly, small, those that might have shook the earth to the core and more to come in the future (I am sure you have seen the signs).

Some time ago Talenthouse  hosted a creative invite along with WarChild and O2 to create an artwork to inspire others to help in the online campaign of looking out for children affected by the existence of war.

O2 and War Child are inviting artists from around the world to create visual artwork that captures the campaign line ‘#WearItForWarChild’. Your visuals simply have to capture the imaginations of people and inspire them to take part in the online campaign #WearItForWarChild – they should be positive, uplifting and encourage people to take part in a great and worthy cause.”

The artwork you see above this, was my entry, though it didn’t get picked, I am grateful for being a part of this campaign, I had fun doing this pieces. As for a name for it, I have not given it one, I am bit rusty on giving my art a name, (Sometimes I wonder if I do have a child, if it will be same difficultly of finding a name).

If I should name it right now, I called it “Alone in war”, A fitting name?

I believe that if everyone lend a helping hand every now and again, the world would so much better off than it is right now but everything takes time, we can only hope and do what we can until we get there.

before I go rememebr this,  Patience is flexible, calmness solves problems, Love defeats hate, a smile turns a gray day colorful

Thank you for reading,

JahCreate: Nurturing Creativity, Raising it to maturity 

JahCreate Online Gallery

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JahCreate TU Gallery

Wouldn’t be nice to have these up on your walls, making less naked and more beautiful, also colour. I know would love have them up on mine, that way every time I see them before me I can say “I did that, I did those, I like that one, I love that one, was a bitch doing that one”.  would be so pleased with myself.

It looks a bit ‘pixelish’ (yeah, not a word naturally), but head over to the website to see it in a better quality (I think) and more.

If you do drop by (which would greatly appreciate and love you for eternity, would like you to support me (I will think up of way to repay with you kindness though, won’t go unnoticed, provided you tell me that did that is).

Maybe some day I would be able to setup an online store of my own but for now you can check out my Zazzle store and redbubble store for prints on demand

Be Team Player!!! Help me own the domain

Nurturing Creativity, Raising it to maturity

A Sonnet to me

 

Dear me, come, sit and let me write this sonnet to you

I know your silent pain, seen your shadows

In a cruel world, a soft heart, your days are blue

The world unfeeling weights on your caring flow

It is not wrong to care, or wrong to feel

Know the right persons, they will choose, in silence

Solitude is your refuge, time to heal

 

Lost in dreams, life becomes timeless

I know your struggles, can’t tell them apart?

Find someone who will pull you back to earth

Your insight has potential, try creative art

Do not doubt, you were created great from birth

Love brings me peace and overthinking eats my Joy

You are not out to hurt, create, don’t destroy

Into My Mind

Into to My Mind (Villanelle)

How did I end up here? Lost in my head, into my mind

Trapped deep in thoughts, a forest with no exit

 Rows of bookshelves, shadowing the sky, my thoughts unwind

 

Overthinking overtakes, my thoughts confined

Conflicted with decisions, conflicted with self, where do I fit?

How did I end up here? Lost in my head, into my mind

 

My imagination untamed, a wild beast, logics sidelined

Based off feelings I made my choices, but not from my heart but my mind I admit

Rows of bookshelves, shadowing the sky, my thoughts unwind

 

Inside me a world, created to house my inner being, the soul intertwined

I meditate, I sit,I inhale, I exhale,  I think, I slept,  I wake, I am now moonlit?

how did I end up here? Lost in my head, into my mind

 

So much to say, how do I put it into words? no one notice, I got left behind

Not a part of the Jigsaw, different, but I now love being a misfit

How did I end up here? Lost in my head, into my mind

 

A storm rages every now and then,  so I withdraw, until the calm, not to be unkind

So give me time, patiences and love, and I will make your life sunlit

How did I end up here? Lost in my head, into my mind

Rows of bookshelves, shadowing the sky, my thoughts unwind

Distant

I look to the horizon to see

What’s on the other side

But only my mind reaches

While my body sits wondering, 

Sounds of whispers, echoes 

But I only hear their voices

But I don’t hear their words

I live in loud silence

Deafening, unbalancing

A heavy life to bear, numerous thoughts to care

 so I picked up the pen once again, in hopes that I can return from this distant…

Space

First I existed.
In a world free of boundaries .
Free to walk the cardinal points without fear of prosecution.

No boundaries.

Envy, greed and spite swept in.
Dividing the once borderless mass into borders.
Boundaries now existed.

‘You’re trespassing!!!’

‘Says who?’ I ask with utter confusion.

Just yesterday I ran through those fields,
I flew with the birds,
Grazed with the cows,
And even climbed the trees with my four-legged foes.

‘Says the law of the land you fool.’

Fool.
I let the word resound in my head. Am I foolish for not knowing?
Knowing that the land had its laws. For not once did that topic come up in our myriad of conversations.

Well I can’t continue being a fool now?

I conform.
I walk the streets I’m allowed to walk.
The malls, the schools, the bus parks, banks and the occasional club.

Then the boundaries make themselves visible.

‘Time to go. We are now closed to the public’

Closed.

Now where do I go from here?

Home.
You go home.

What’s a home?

A building consisting of rooms. Where people live.

But that makes no sense. Are you saying I’m only alive when I exist in this place called home?

Stop wasting my time. You’re being a fool. Go find your family.Go home.

I can’t continue being a fool. Now can I?

I find them.
The family,
Existing in a building with rooms.

Well surely I can claim one for myself.

It’s small.
It’s quiet.
Finally a space to call my own.
I carry all that’s precious to me in it.

Then my gems go missing.
The culprit nameless and faceless.

You fool!
I yell at myself.
Don’t you know the only space you can control is your mind?

I get wise.
I control what goes in,
Who goes in,
And what comes out.

I now control my space.

by:

Dkay ‘the gemini’

sometimes we just exist….more reads here

Happy reading ^_^