The prison of mankind is the mind
This is the only space where time exists
If I had any super power I’d make it stop
Just for this second
Just for this now
Where the moon looks luminescent
And just for this moment
When I remember that I am simply being
Consciously breathing
And though sometimes I want to break my chains
Live perfect moments permanently
How could I ever appreciate a timeless dream,
While trapped in one perfect moment
Of a reality that’s just bound to rot
I don’t want to live in a world when the sun
never rises
1 August 18
Been living this life
Like there’s endless time to bide
I don’t remember like I used to
Yesterday is out with last week’s trash
Memories of glass hold my self
And gather dust on a neglected shelf
Day in and day out
I wake up in the same body,
Ponder thoughts in the same brain
One by one my cells slowly leave me
But for all intents, all purposes
I remain the same
In this quest to be more present I’ve left
myself in grains of sand
Scattered in the past
Only to be forgotten when the tide rises again
16 Aug 18
When dusk falls, the basin empties
A lone swimmer straggles and leaves
Solitary splashes for the night’s symphony
Somewhere in the distance the big smoke roars
Winds carry in commotion
From the city of constant chaos
Here in open isolation
Souls stroll slow
Safe in the shadows
Where today ends and
Tomorrow is yet to begin
Then the symphonies stop,
As the sun starts to show his face
And the birds sing their morning salute
When dawn rises
The early worm strives
To make it through the day alive
24 Jul 18
Is it time to stretch yet?
I need to get out of this head
It’s been a while
Since I felt at home
In my own bones
I keep forgetting what I look like
Every morning in the mirror
A stranger stares back at me
Through the wormhole
It’s nice to meet you
For a drifter there is only one rule of thumb:
“Everything is temporary”
On the contrary,
I’ve been with myself from the start
Someone gets lost on their way
home from a party and ends
Up in nineteen seventy-four
Somehow,
I feel like all this has happened before
1 Sept 18
Ali Mulaga is a collection of matter and energy that’s become more or less conscious of itself and hopes to boil down human experience into some choice words. You can probably catch her writing about vegetables.
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