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.

 

 

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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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!!!

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

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.

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