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...

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...