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.

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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, swallowing 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, wouldn’t that mean we are dead?

 

Chiming of the clock no longer echoes.

The sound of living becomes silent.

Can you hear it?

Listen, it’s not the end.

Reset your time, and begin again

New living.

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.

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

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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

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

 

Chimerical

the ballad of the mindI hear them reasoning, conspiring ideas mumbling
I hear them calling me into the meeting,
The Mc in charge of greeting.
Putting them to rest not to be late for my date with sleeping.

They can’t be ignored, the head is displeased
Exploring random matters, having calculated random chatters
The flow is a mess,
house under stress.

An unlikely story, who would believe?
A world created by an unchecked imagination
Unrecognizable thoughts flood the world
Highly unrealistic,
Knowing that this episode is improbable,
Yet I follow the same road, differentiation becomes unable.

I have entered a different plane of existence
A widen views, along with a growing mind
No longer can be contain by this closed space
Universal expansion
Wisdom, A visionary.

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?