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June 17, 2019
A Message to the Future.
“Yesterday is gone. Tomorrow has not yet come. We have only today. Let us begin.”
Mother Theresa
[image error] Look to the Future.
Closed my eyes envisioning your birth;
Anxious, not knowing what you will become;
I steel myself not wanting to succumb.
Open your eyes, life is not inert
Your ancestor, your past lessons.
It taught you fear it became your weakness,
Blinding you from the right direction,
revealing life to be a sequence.
“Above all else, guard your heart…” Your strength
“Everything you do, flows from it…” that’s Passion
That’s right your heart, your mind is your strength
Calmly and collectively planning each Action
Fear doesn’t decide your future, your present steps
Small works creates bigger effects.
[image error]Words to the Soul.
Logorrhea: The Antology of words Xs Coming Soon!
The Unspoken | Anthology from the ballad of the mind now available for purchase on amazon.
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May 31, 2019
Eutony
“If you want to find the secrets of the universe, think in terms of energy, frequency and vibration.”
Nikola Tesla
To ground the soul, we need a well body
The natural flow of energy becomes apparent
We reconnect, we heal our wounds, we become steady
It hurts when we reveal emotions, oddly
Your body send you signals that your energy is insufficient
To ground the soul, we need a well body
Become in tune with the unconscious, reflects on everybody
Feelings makes it through, communication becomes efficient
We reconnect, we heal our wounds, we become steady
The body needs it’s spiritual cleaning, Is the mind ready?
We overlook the simple things, is It here or is it absent?
To ground the soul, we need a well body
It’s our ground state from a heighten ‘study’
The unleveled energy means for us an unleveled current
We reconnect, we heal our wounds, we become steady
Eutony, days become enriched, dancing bewitched, a quick study
Energy flows freely, atoning for being incoherent
To ground the soul, we need a well body
We reconnect, we heal our wounds, we become steady.
Logorrhea : Your anthology of words Xs coming soon.
[image error] Words to the Soul.
The Unspoken | Anthology from the ballad of the mind now available for purchase on amazon.
Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.”
Virginia Woolf
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May 14, 2019
Malcolm Whitby | The Poem
“Treasure the experience. Dreams fade away after you wake up.” –
Hitoha Miyamizu
Moving through life labyrinth searching for an exit to the shadow.
Affirming that change is needed,
debunking life’s a myth.
Limits? Manifested from unresolved fears, keeping us from reaching the golden ratio, phi.
Conforming to societal needs is
never sufficient.
Over using your energy for those
who drains you negatively is a ticking time bomb.
Learning that you yourself needs
to be loved to avoid a life of misery
Maxing out on your emotional peace will devour you.
[image error]Words to the Soul.
The Unspoken | Anthology from the ballad of the mind now available for purchase on amazon.
Every secret of a writer’s soul, every experience of his life, every quality of his mind is written large in his works.”
Virginia Woolf
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April 3, 2019
The Unspoken – An anthology
“If the book is true, it will find an audience that is meant to read it.”
— Wally Lamb
Description
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The Unspoken consist of 8 chapters and 49 poems to explore and entice your soul. The new update to previous edition “Ballad of the mind“. new look, new format and new title; Some poems where removed or renamed. What’s inside are words never said, words never heard (at least from me, maybe, probably), words not expressed in speech, The Unspoken. if you can’t say it, I will write it.
Featured Poem.
A believable illusion, a beautiful
delusion
What is it really?
A figment of your imagination, created from a
simple creative calculation. From a divine prospective if you think about it.
Mind Blown.
The psychological influence of the
metaphysical existence gives rise to the gravitational mentality of reality, is
it what it seems or is it a devil written scheme?
Don’t sleep on it you may not wake from
it,
Think about it
The spiritual shadows lurking, waiting to hit.
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Get your copy here: The Unspoken
“I have buried dead bodies of unspoken words in the graveyard of my being” – Hilal Hamdaan
Welcome to words not expressed in speech.
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March 10, 2019
At That Low Point Episode 9 – Realization
Plato
“Many people are afraid of the dark, but the real tragedy is those who are afraid of the light.”
Once upon another time my story starts again with me battling the long night,
I wasn’t necessarily lost but I didn’t have sight.
My
dimension wasn’t defined, it was one, why…my idealistic visualization of
reality weighed a ton, it was heavy, weighing on the worlds shoulder, I thought
it was obligated to give me what I want, desirable seeking entitled belongings,
“how delusional”; Ignoring the omen of my falling.
At that low point, the realization “the world owns you nothing” a bit too late but early enough to battle entitled thoughts. To better work on my uncontrolled emotional spark.
Where
do I start? Friends? Family? Someone who knows this embark?
Maybe an instructional video of how to set life’s benchmark.
Seasoned
twice, marinated overtime, cooked under pressure,
Pop
the lid, steam released at life’s leisure.
Have I
learnt? Have I grown? Will these lessons make me better?
Or I am a lot further from my
soul; That’s left up to the next episode.
At That low point Season 2 – Coming Soon, starting from where we left off Episode 8- https://iammalicool.wordpress.com/2015/10/30/at-that-low-point-octa/
March 4, 2019
Belle âme
“Whenever you are creating beauty around you, you are restoring your own soul.”
Alice Walker
Have you seen your nakedness? Your bare soul
With its presence you carry a luminous light
What storm did you weather to reach a level close to being whole?
What darkness did you face while battling the night?
Exiting winter, something new; something fresh, beginning of spring.
Anticipating the energy you will share bringing a warming presence.
it’s not the end of the night, prepare for the second swing,
it’s a changing journey, a necessary growth; life continuous lessons.
Whether it is the right or wrong time to have met you, I am grateful.
Sparking my deep interest; our colour of the world differs to our soul.
Can you take me on an adventure new and exciting? Planting a tree that is fruitful.
Set your goals high and place them in God’s palm,
continue being you and more; Thank you, belle âme.
Belle Ame: From Logorrhea: Your Anthology of Words.
Coming Soon.
Malcolm Whitby.
January 8, 2019
Boketto (V.)
Nikos Kazantzakis
“The real meaning of enlightenment is to gaze with undimmed eyes on all darkness.”
Boketto (ボケっと) is of a Japanese Origin meaning “to do nothing” or “to be stupefied.” it’s often known for the meaning “staring vacantly into the distance, lost in your own thoughts”.
We at least once during our usual routine days we stop to stare emptily into space without even being aware. I would tell you to think about it but you may drift off again. Can you relate with this poem?
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Staring off into the distance.
The presence of mind is absent,
shattering my mind into fragments.
My soul went off on a stroll
What’s the toll?
Blindly staring with empty thoughts.
It’s rumoured I am lost.
Excerpt from Logorrhea: Your Wordy Vocabulary.
Coming Soon!
December 11, 2018
The 27th Chapter.
“Never underestimate the power you have to take your life in a new direction.”
― Germany Kent
From the day I was born, brought in earth.
No knowledge of existence; purpose was inert.
Endless path, no driving force, life still went into motion.
Feelings unknown, thoughts, what are these emotions?
We can’t explain them but we throw wild tantrums.
Was I like that? no memories of these mental phantoms.
It was my first birthday, couldn’t I have been emotionally silent?
Fast-forward, the 27th chapter, my brain’s fully vibrant.
I am looking to reinvent; emptying my mind.
Set to go on a new journey of mental education.
Demolishing the effects of self-degradation,
written in the books are my mental declarations.
I will be a better me from 2 seconds ago,
I will continue to learn; collecting lives ammo.
I will not be overwhelmed by inflows;
Redirection of energies to fuel positive synergies.
And By the 28th Chapter, I will be me.
Authors note:
One would think something like this would have been written on his 27th birthday, well your thought is not wrong but one should also think that it was the beginning of the chapter and he had not read it yet. Thank You for reading.
It’s the end but also a beginning.
“It’s time to say goodbye, but I think goodbyes are sad and I’d much rather say hello. Hello to a new adventure.”
Ernie Harwell
The edited version for ‘Goodbye‘ from my book Ballad of the Mind”: Thoughts of a dreamer which is now in editing phase for relaunch. Tell me which version do you like best? Drop a like and leave me a comment, I would love to hear what you think.
Farewell.
Our farewell took a while, going back and forth our feelings went wild,
Entangled in the thoughts of our emotional stockpile.
End to end we smile, readying our hearts for reconcile.
Our heart was too rosy,
Beautiful with thorns that are visible if looked at closely.
Signs of the end was evident, but we held.
it was a pleasure. The farewell came.
The end.
Excerpt from Ballad of the Mind: Thoughts of a dreamer.
