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 Eve...

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

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 ...

Heading for the sea Blue sky Mild spring temperature The dunes And the world is changing The sand is blown up Its chilly Cold On the beach I experience little visibility Really not a good time To go out there SUP boarding I prepare myself And head for the cold water The mist encapsulates me The more I am distant from the beach The more I feel one with the sea It is so quit over here I see nobody I hear nobody The world seems clear Organized Small Not much to do here No distraction No duties No social intercourse Just me And The waves The mist The water A lonesome gull I feel I would never be scared out there Far out there Shall I go? I feel at home Sheltered Safeguarded Then Another magnificent moment The mist solves In a circular manner I see the dunes Within this natural frame I see people Their dogs And more people The sun wins the coastal battle The mystic mist is gone I am exposed again Vulnerable Within some mom...

I loom from a fog Of apathy Dullness And downheartedness Just like that All of a sudden Unexpectedly I feel Normal A kind of excited Positive And the things that need to be done today Work out wonderfully simple So I give it an extra mile And do more things Then These actions Are running rough My impatience boils over And culminates, explodes In aggression, impatience, negativity And hopelessness The fog, there she is again, Surrounds me The day will still take a while And I'm exhausted I give in To the world of mists There I find a safe place Where I attend to nestle for some time There is no choice

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

Damn you! You are too vague Bits and pieces… Where to get assistance To aid my limitations? Frustration And quick continuation With the so called Normal life And waiting for a next situation When just a patch of memory Pops up And becomes more distant Each time One is not enough A lonely memory Is hollow Like it doesn’t exist What will happen When only tiny bits Remain? Will I get stuck on those? Get jammed? Or speed on? Like most do? I can hardly believe the latter So…