Malik Mor

“What is your name?” One asked “The Fool,” the Fool answered. “No, but —“ Two asked “The Fool.” They interrupted. “No, no, that can’t be the name you were given at birth.” Three asked. “It is not.” “So, what is your name?” Four asked. “The Fool, is my name, now and forever on. Whatever my name was before has little meaning now.” The Fool stated. “I wouldn’t go so far to call that name…

One Night: A Short Series – Part 5: Enough Prologue

Jason felt like his heart was running a mile a minute. Could it be true? How? He wasn’t sure he could trust Li’i, but Jason didn’t think his grandfather would come all this way just to lie. What his father said earlier was right. What could Li’i do, that all those specialists and treatments could not? 

Jason and his parents did not need false hope and promises. They’ve had enough of that. 

The Fool and the Poet

“I hear talk you’re a poet.”

“I am,” the Poet replied.

“Why?” The Fool asked

“Why not?” The Poet countered.

“No one reads poetry anymore.”

“I wouldn’t go that far.” The Poet chuckled.

“I will! And further, however only if i have to.” The Fool stated.

“Ah, speaking of which, I just finished a poem, would you like to hear it?” The Poet asked.

“Of course, I adore poetry.” The…

I am a poet

Of my many names, I am quite fond of this one

Simply because I have found the joy

Of such art and machination

Which compels me to scratch onto paper

All the wicked and magnificent thoughts

That roam freely about the chaos of my mind

To grab a profound quip here

Or a superficial line there

Words of love, tears, songs, and laughter

I am a poet

Simply…

Happy April Fool's Day! "The Fool Stands Before an Audience II" #aprilfoolsday #april #fiction #fantasy #shortstory #flashfiction #staysane

The city is abuzz. The word is out – The Fool is in town. The locals are excited and even jovial with the out-of-towners who’ve travelled near and far to see the Fool.

“I heard the Fool is performing later,” said Tow. “Want to go see what the fuss is about?”

“Really?” Vil asked surprised. “I thought he died. Beheaded.”

“Yeah, twice.”

“Twice?”

“It’s probably just someone who…

“I disagree!” The Fool argues.

“What?” The Poet asks.

“I said, I disagree.” The Fool restates.

“Disagree? Disagree with what?” The Poet asks again, confused.

“That statement you just made. That perfection doesn’t exist.” The Fool answers.

“Well, it doesn’t. Nothing is truly perfect, even if we might not see it with our limited sight. Everything has a flaw. That what makes life…

New poem, “Lost in the Clouds,” out now! #poem #poetry #clouds

How wonderful it is to sit and watch the birds

To be like a wolf sunbathing with a full belly

Lay unhurried, unworried for tomorrow

To get lost in the swelling clouds

Shaded by their plume

While daydreaming of soaring in the wind

Speak no more of loss, but of the journey! #poem #poetry #poet #loss

No more!

Let us speak no more of loss

Of pain and heartache

Of trembling lips and blurred vision

It is a great travesty to the one you’ve lost 

A travesty!

To shroud their brilliance in the dark So sing!

Sing choruses laughter

Proses of adventures

And stanzas of love

Sing tales of their warmth and brightness

To stave off the cold and dark

Speak more…

New post! Random Thought #2: Street Art #streetart #blog #random

I’m not sure why I came to like street art. There are many things I like and I don’t recall why and how I came to like it. One day, on a walkabout the city, I stopped along the bridge and started taking shots with my iPod touch. I didn’t always stop and take a picture, but I always admired the artistry. From large pieces that wrap the corner of Alphabet City to the tiniest weathered sticker on…

Only Fools Dream of Paradise, it’s quite unproductive. #poem #poet #thefool #paradise

I do not dream of paradise It is a fool’s folly to waste away and dream of perfection I may be the Fool However, I am not foolish enough To get so lost in a dream, to miss the wonders and fantasy of reality More importantly, Paradise is a boring A never changing place where nothing ever happens You need winter to appreciate spring Then again, what do I know I am the Fool There are an abundance…

Check out my new short poem "Grains of Stars" #poem #poetry #time #stars

I sit and watch time fall The shadows on the sand creep along As I stare at the sky and watch day give way to night So blinded by the sun, And distracted by the moon I forget the grains of stars littered about

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Random Thoughts #1: Running #randomthoughts #running #blog

I loved running as a kid, might be I still do today but I’ve grown lazier and older. There’s a magic to the way the rush of wind feels on the skin. The sound, or the absence of sound, as you cut through the air and it passes by your ears.

Like a battery, I could go for hours and hours. Running, jumping, climbing, flipping (unsuccessfully), and dodging land mines till the sunset or the street…

Days Gone - First Two Hours #DaysGone #gaming

My first two hours of Days Gone gameplay. Enjoying the game so far. Will stream again tomorrow afternoon (EST).

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*Images captured during gameplay.

Stray encouragement this fine Saturday #encouragement

Friendly reminder, my dear friends. You are one of the most awe-inspiring, brilliant, loved individuals to ever rival the stars. You are needed and very much loved. Sadly, I’m not yet sure if this world is enough for you, flaws as it is.

Stream Live! Sekiro: Shadows Die Twice

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