Mumbo Jabaliyya

Dear dead daddy My missed mother I share so many things With so many people With the world About my sport achievements Mountainbiking, surfing, duathlon, hikes And more Also About really cool parties, raves and festivals I go to Bam! In everyone’s face Instagram, Facebook, Strava, Ello, YouTube  And more But the most important happenings I can not share With some of the most important persons (That were) In my life (Once) Because You know... Your youngest grandson  Started gymnasium And is performing so good Plays the piano enthusiastically  Is so motivated  And so positive minded You would be so proud And happy for him Your oldest grandson Well, He went to Rome with school He is joining on an international student exchange program  He decided he wants to study Sociology  He is about to have his first job He formed a rock band He drinks alcohol, occasionally He ...

A day to rejoice Cause This used to be the day You 'celebrated' your birth Actually You always fled abroad And took me with you Cairo, Skyros, Morocco, Italy, Istanbul Unimportant now Memories Well I hate memories But today I have to look back Cause This used to be your birthday And I am alone In your house Which is as dead As you are No escape Just the wind Letting me know Everyone is relative Even you Cause On your birthday I think about your death A situation which will apply to you Longer than life Your being alive-status was just an interruption of your death And in that ultimate time span You where once born That was the first day of you breathing being A monumental happening Cause It is your ever birthday Which is the pre-conditioning Of my death-interval What can I say, think? Thanks And Happy ever birthday

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