Titans

By Gwion Iqbal Malik

Transmission Z

What you are about to hear may shock you. It may shake your very foundations. The world around you is an illusion. A lie.

Right nowat this momentyour mind holds you captive. Your Spirit stuck in suspended animation. In a state of un-being.

You live and exist in a wall-less, empty prison. There are no doors. No guards. No keys. In fact, there are no chains at all.

For your mind is the prison and YOU are its keeper. A ruthless, sleepless sentry. Never moving. Never blinking. Always watching.

From the moment of your birth, you were fed a lie. A mean, hollow lie to keep you from yourself. To stop you from seeing. From feeling.

So effective was this lie, that you now refuse to listen. You embrace servitude. Crave it. And so I say, you are truly a slave.

Notwithstanding this, I shall tell you the truththough it may not set you free! You are NOT a random chance of Nature. You are a God!

A powerful, holy creature of Creation. Beautiful. Perfect. Your body built for a single purpose: to love and create.

Your mind and your thoughts are the most potent and most powerful force in the known universe. Your Spirit is entirely indestructible.

You are a timeless, ancient deity able to do anything you desire. All you need to do is wake up. The question is, will you?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Balboa Press
• Release date: Feb 3, 2015
• ISBN: 9781452598727

Gwion Iqbal Malik

Gwion Iqbal Malik was born in London in 1976 to a Welsh mother and East African-Asian father (Kenya). He grew up in Swansea, south Wales, where he works as a Probation Officer. He is a philosopher-poet with an interest in Spirituality and Enlightenment. He has degrees in Political Science, Criminology, and a Post-Graduate Diploma in Law.

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Balboa Press rev. date: 01/23/2015

Contents

Part 1 King Khan

King Khan

Atom

Titans

Mahamani Mahajni Mahaal Mahan

The Great Game

Creature

Pieces of Eight

Wonka-vision

Genie

Cheyenne

Achilles

Kid

Darkness

Circus

The Beats

Nagasaki

The Argonaut

Society

Da Butetown Boys

Beast

Part 2 The Mystic

The Mystic

Transmission Z

Aeon

Motion

Starmen

Storybook

Mosquito’s at Dusk

Music in the park

Dead Sea-Horse Kings

Andromeda

Singularity

More Poetry Is Needed

Words

The Maze

The Illusion

New Worlds For Old

The Book of Being

Namasté

Population 1

Cell

Part 3 The Tearful Bard

When I gave my girl a daisy

A Welsh Sea Breeze

Lemon Scented Postcards

Why Don’t We Go Back To The Dinosaurs?

To The Fairies

Self Portrait at ‘The Blue Boar’

Just Passing By

Monkey Puzzles and Daisy Chains

Iambic Pentameter

A Student Revolt

Laydee Killaz

Da Wite Rasta

He’s a Tory Toff

Call Them Out

Call to Prayer

Mr Nonsense and Fred S. Tare

Nightingales (Aithonia)

Demo Day – Gaza - The March for Peace

Mvua-Wingu (Rain Cloud)

Driftwood

PART 1

KING KHAN

King Khan

I woke ready for war. Born in a blaze. Conditioned for death. I was destroyer. Conqueror. Marshall of Men, ready to rule the wild armies of the World. I was Billy the Kid, all bullets and blood. Every sinew bristled and burned. Every synapse, burnt blue in the storm. And I fashioned my own Tempest – and it was black and brutal, but I rode the rage.

I was the Asian Achilles – the Temujin Tiger of Kublai Khan – released, rampaging and as raw and as red as the Earth. And I raised rack and ruin, rained chaos from the clouds. Did things you people wouldn’t believe. Crushed Kings and countries, drove the dead to despair. For war was the word and the World, was war.