Mumbo Jabaliyya

A while ago (10 days that is about the only exact recall of this occasion) I positioned my self In this industrial, post-apocalyptic Urban like Tiny free state Somewhere in this world And made contact with Absolutely normal and bizarre humans And actually conversed with them With quiet a few of ‘m And got lost into these interactions To the point That I had absolutely not a clue What it was I intended to point out And they replied They didn’t understand me anyway In short The best communication one can have It got dark And this planet changed But its inhabitants didn’t For a while With my tribe I migrated from one corner of this world To the other From the Mountains of the Tall To the Valley of the Small Females On these journeys Plenty of Fellow Wanderers The Statue People Which were guides in the chaos To point out where I was And the Lost Ones Desperately, eagerly sharing Intimate life stories And we st

Empty, lazy and totally clueless about what to do, I decide to take a hike into the city It’s raining steadily and evenly A consequent pattern It’s that time Just before the bars, restaurants, coffee shops open So The best time Gentle quietness Before the guests ruin the atmosphere of these places A pretty girl cycles by She doesn’t look at me, of course But at her phone, of course I consider myself more as an observer than a participant of society But people do see me Not al of them  But I see reactions towards me After a while I realize  My visual experiences are repetitive  And mathematically spread over the old city centre A small herd of Airbnb folk Seem to be lost and deviant While the rest of the people walk the streets Like equally divided by the square meters Small amounts and small groups of locals, tourists, pupils, students and labourers Seem to be orderly placed  By a chess player Every quarter of an ho

I am pretty happy I am in the most beautiful place on earth I am with my most beloved people I am seeing wonderful parts of the world I am eating the worlds delicious spices and drinks I meet so many friendly people I seem to have a perfect life However I miss those days I miss the melancholic days I miss the sad feelings I miss the special high I miss the spacy music I miss the wet eyes I miss the intense feelings I miss to be so very specially stoned I miss the missing about the missed I miss... I miss the mourning I miss you guys... That is what I want to say

.One.Big.Logical.Whole. I walk with an unknown goal Overhere Everybody around me is involved with me They look at me Devoutly, scarily, with awe, respectfully Or they look away Skittish, scarily I walk, straight, slim, grand Pass them And through the city I don’t feel the weather But know a merciless hail storm is torturing my face I don’t feel it I walk towards The Goal. I know I have to go There People from the Middle Ages lead me towards it Caricatures Often bird like persons Races, sexes, outer appearances are totally irrelevant I look straight through them See them Know them And all connections with everything surrounding them Arrived at The Place, it happens The Sign It happens again On moment I want it Need it It is back Or It never left Goose Bumps I am not alone That is all I know for now And that The earth moves Everything moves And it all fits It is One Big Logical Whole