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.

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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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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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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


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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.

 

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

Pretend

pretend I was a secret, would you keep me?

would you tell your best friend?

pretend I was your thoughts

would you converse with me?

would you tell me what’s hidden in your heart?

pretend I was your life, would I be a burden?

Pretend I was your heart, would you follow me? Would you love me?

Pretend I was you phone, would touch me? Would you hold me?

Pretend I was your TV, would you watch me everyday?

Pretend I was your favourite series would you keep up with me?

What if you felt what I am feeling? Would you understand me better? 

Questions fills my mind, how will I find these answers?