Malcolm Whitby's Blog, page 7
March 19, 2021
At that low Point | Episode 13
Surrounded by empty drones
Created in mind, stepping away from drowning
I feel alone.
Disconnected from the source,
A single atom searching for a host
flowing in a circle held back by centripetal force
Negatively charged attracted to the positivity of the ideal reality
Flowing through the cloud of charges, a photon transmitted through the cosmos
Accumulated in waves of twinkles
Populating the night sky with the art of pointillism
Now the feeling of loneliness slowly fades
Slowly being swallowed up by the black hole of realization
That I am not necessarily alone
Just disconnected from the drones
Reconnecting with ourselves to atone
for our self-neglect and self-reject
induces us to feel alone.
“If you are never alone, you cannot know yourself.”
Paulo Coelho, Manuscript Found in Accra
March 8, 2021
Light of the Soul
In the stillness of, you are light
Brightening the path for the lost
Opening a way through the night.
Searching for direction, looking for the right,
Away from harm, what will it cost?
In the stillness of, you are light.
Engulfed by your shadow revealing all that is hidden in plain sight,
Showing you what has been gained and what has been lost,
Opening a way through the night.
Blocked by the worlds definition of life, suffocating your might,
Drowning you in what ifs, demonizing risks, leaving you frozen, no room to defrost.
In the stillness of, you are light.
Brightening the way of your journey, enough for you to write,
Sharing your experience with another you came across,
Opening a way through the night.
Now the way becomes clearer when you follow your light,
Understanding where you are going, no longer lost,
In the stillness of, you are light
Opening a way through the night.
Treat me to a coffee“To shine your brightest light is to be who you truly are.”
Roy T. Bennett
February 22, 2021
At That Low Point – Episode 12
Fragments of mental scattered unmindfully
Unaware of its implication my mind shatters reality
Breaking the fourth wall in pieces, spread across my mind
A journey of defragment, my true self locked in confinement
A jigsaw, searching for the pieces that fit
Overflowing on a wounded paper for all that was in
My mind now fills my heart
Emotional stained with bloody ink
The sentence it bleeds causes the heart to blink
Flooding its vein causing reality to sink
At that low point, 12th time, my imagination sets in
Revealing what needs to change, what needs to be
But I ignore, following my
Thank You For Reading!
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At That Low Point – Episode 12
Fragments of mental scattered unmindfully
Unaware of its implication my mind shatters reality
Breaking the fourth wall in pieces, spread across my mind
A journey of defragment, my true self locked in confinement
A jigsaw, searching for the pieces that fit
Overflowing on a wounded paper for all that was in
My mind now fills my heart
Emotional stained with bloody ink
The sentence it bleeds causes the heart to blink
Flooding its vein causing reality to sink
At that low point, 12th time, my imagination sets in
Revealing what needs to change, what needs to be
But I ignore, following my
Thank You For Reading!
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Nic Cage Street Team
Before, we were the cyborg coalition
Together for a unified mission
hidden in plain sight, beware! behind blue eyes
by the queen of cyberpunk, “standing against us is not advised”.
Now a new mission was devised
Simone La Fray?
I believe it was Nic Cage.
redefined, bringing the new age,
bringing fire wherever we engage.
Presenting the aftermath,
Leaving behind the echoes of blood.
All in the name of #hustle,
flexing our creative muscles,
Supportive of each other,
putting our minds and hearts together.
Taking care of the counterfeiter’s daughter
I heard .
We are not made of anything you have seen,
nor are we a member of the mainstream,
We are…Nic Cage Street Team.
Are we stuck this way?
“Happiness is having a large, loving, caring, close-knit family in another city.”
–George Burns
The End…or is it?
November 3, 2020
Me vs MeA battle of the internal,face to face with myself...
A battle of the internal,
face to face with myself,
A splitting image?
What is the different between me and me?
The ego speaks,
clouding the thoughts of his instinct,
blinding him from what is and what could be beyond.
It’s me vs me,
A prisoner to my own self,
An existence paradox.
What does that even mean?
A warden to my own mind,
watching over my thoughts, holding the key;
Locked away deep.
A prisoner of the internal war, in comfort and solitary confinement,
Who goes free? Who gets executed?
Life in solitude
“You are stuck here”
You will never be free, not from yourself
A battle rages,
bringing internal anguish.
When will I be free?
It’s me vs me.
Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
Me vs Me
A battle of the internal,face to face wit...
A battle of the internal,
face to face with myself,
A splitting image?
What is the different between me and me?
The ego speaks,
clouding the thoughts of his instinct,
blinding him from what is and what could be beyond.
It’s me vs me,
A prisoner to my own self,
An existence paradox.
What does that even mean?
A warden to my own mind,
watching over my thoughts, holding the key;
Locked away deep.
A prisoner of the internal war, in comfort and solitary confinement,
Who goes free? Who gets executed?
Life in solitude
“You are stuck here”
You will never be free, not from yourself
A battle rages,
bringing internal anguish.
When will I be free?
It’s me vs me.
Nobody can bring you peace but yourself.
Ralph Waldo Emerson
October 5, 2020
We Are Cyberpunk
Mechanical living
Cybernetic
Gliding through cyberspace
wired to cyber aesthetic
We are cyberpunk,
sound of cyber funk
Synthwave, we are everywhere.
Dressed in black, hoodies, what’s your cyber wear?
face hidden? mysterious, a given
sparkling in bright neon lights
ultraviolet
one unit, togetherness, how poetic.
we are cyber,
we are punk.
If you disagree,
the last thing you will see…
is blue.
“This city runs over with ghosts and neon gods.”
― T.R. Napper, Neon Leviathan
September 14, 2020
At That Low Point
My mind overcasted with thoughts
with a cloudy chance of depression
A critical condition?
Tropical wave of a mental cyclone
Psycho script of my internal war
remembering happy days when I would smile
as time goes by, my emotion recedes
into hiding, swallowed by my shadow
who am I? Who am I becoming?
Where am I going?
Life has become motionless
an empty shell that’s emotionless
I feel nothing, I feel everything.
This is set the road to the second book in The Unspoken series and will be titled “Twice Unspoken” which will be followed by a novel (working on name for it also I ‘should be’ writing it but you know….). Well I think that’s for now, Thank you and stay cool.
“So many things are possible just as long as you don’t know they’re impossible.”
— Norton Juster
September 1, 2020
31, Agosto
“Books will give rest sometimes against the uproar of water falling and righting itself to refall filling the mind with its reverberation shaking stone.” William Carlos Williams, Paterson, Book Three (The Library) The inexhaustible becomes the forgotten. I abhor times of initiation and transition; this science of conjuring aphotic worlds is annealed by a silence which, by nature of […]
31, Agosto
