Mumbo Jabaliyya

It feels icy A deep blue sky In fact, it is a perfect day An entrance That resembles the gates Of many former concentration camps From World War II My heart beats faster Faster than usual A lot of tension Dilemma: Where to go first? Stones, stones, stones Walls and some art I take the familiar path Dried flower An abandoned burrow A muscus duck, aggressive And a ghostly empty columbarium Buried children Many I am alone Oh my god It is gone! Already... There is no bodily evidence left now 571 steps separation Another grave A freshly one My mother "Hello I am back" Unmarked Also So it is: The old and the very new are not visible Two unmarked futile spots on earth In which They buried a big part of my love My creators are no more Living their dead live now So close from where they lived and loved Less than an kilometre I estimate Irony, Irony You have your way with me Old one out of the soil New one in Take and g

The mother ship sunk Tears Life seems to stop Silence Stilness What to do? New goals seem to arise But what is that? Old objectives persist The same, fucking the same Is it good, is it bad? Never mind Continuation The world catches you up A new ship enters The harbour Life Life is futile Suffering And Enjoyable I love it, I hate it I live it REALISTION: I smile I cry I am angry Hungry I am eager Sad I didn't change The world didn't change Nothing did But How come it feels like Time stood still? I was high On sadness and, pills And now... I am not I manage Somehow Like I Always Did

Once I lived in  defined time line And headed on In it I fell out of it Don's ask me why Consequently I live now in a state of mind Called Mumbo Jabaliyya In which I Can not be shot down by crazies with Kalashnikovs Act like a mentor, or something, to others Tend to be generous, more than before Feel less or much more human emotions Feel more one with nature, and culture Think about dead like e clerk Tend to look after myself, strangely enough Know I can defy the upcoming end for some, longer, time Function as a human being Eat, drink, sleep, breathe, repeat Am basically a ghost I live in Mumbo Jabaliyya with plenty of others Most of them extras And a tiny feel intimi And a rare soul mate I just live here I really do I feel it Sometimes more than other times Ultimate freedom of thought and expression guaranteed Emotions can be numb And can be enormous There can only be one conclusion I think I will stick around here for