Living in Mumbo Jabaliyya

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 some time

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Aesthetic death of my town

One hour before curfew It is the year 2021 A late January evening I am supboarding on the flat waters Of the medieval canals And see my city In all its beauty Enough people walk by But never more than two persons And I am floating In these bridge galaxies (hard to explain 😆 ) While I am doing this Noises are dimmed Curfew time is approaching All the lights in the houses are lit Everyone is home To the satisfactory of my curiosity And I sense something different And it is beautiful And sad For When I am paddling back To my home I experience That my town Is dying In All Its Beauty

Mijlpalen

Mijlpalen Meer mijlpalen Mooie momenten Mooie monumentale mijlpalen Het worden er steeds meer En dat is goed Dat is leven Vooruitgaan Mijlpalen worden gedragen door de levenden Die nemen deze mee in hun herinneringen En de niet levenden Voor wie mijlpalen van belang zouden (moeten) zijn Hun herinneringstas is leeg Heel leeg En wordt steeds leger Totdat Er Geen Verbinding Meer Is

Hold on (nothing's the same)

I had to enter the supermarket, alone And was happy No more scores of people, pushing Quietness, … at the cash desks Then After a short while It felt kind of spooky Me, in this surrealistic surrounding Sligro Tuesday afternoon March 24 2020 I have this love hate relation with people 1.5 meters distance to another human being No problem, what a relief Sooner than I could imagine I started to miss these folks by the minute Also I had to concentrate on the shopping “Cheese, eggs, fresh vegetables…” “Hey, they play some really good songs” I danced a bit “I will pass you via this side” And the supermarket employer involved in this scene said “Thanks” “Thank you”, I replied My thoughts on humankind Which dropped Dramatically the last weeks Changed a bit, positively upwards In a relax mood I continued “Oh yes, almonds, raisins, taco chips…” “Wow, is it true?” “Do I hear the opening chords of this song?” Yes, y

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