Hello fam. Let’s kick our weekend with another incredible episode of the only stylish online poetry series. While we still say NO TO RAPE, let’s get to our new episode of the Mwenemugamba Friday Poetry (MFP) Series. If you are joining us for the first time, the MFP series is basically all about giving you Poems from the spoken word album “Wonders Of My Perception” which you can download from the link below: https://legacymusicinc.com/poetry/joseph-daniel-sukali-wonders-of-my-perception-album/
You can also watch the spoken word performance video on YouTube through this link: https://youtu.be/ApfChwwHm9k
Today’s piece is one of my favorites from the album. It’s one of the most irregular concepts for a typical Malawian. Enjoy.
Where Do We Go When We Sleep
As the eyelides lose their erection, the door to the soul closes in consciousness Consequently opening the gate in the superficial realm called subconsciousness As the body shuts down and starts making love to inactivity The fascinating duality of body and soul becomes a reality As the mortal self takes a test drive of death The immortal goes on a witch hunt for memories While we close the eyes and shut the brain in sleep We awake the monsters of the mind in dreams The wars we have ignored and forcefully let go during the day Come back at night, burning down the tranquility of our souls in nightmares Reality gets proven to be nothing but a perception Because what scares us in the dark is not darkness but mental pictures For it is the same beautiful flowers under the love of light That turn into monstrous shadows to the kiss of darkness The same brain that dictates everything at consciousness Turns into a slave bowing down to the instructions of the mind in the subconsciousness
As the eyes close, inner creeps the silence
Slowly floats the soul outside it's body
There is death in sleep only with the heart still beating, blood still pumping, lungs still respiring!
The amount of nothingness is quite sound in snoring
Everything is put on pause as the body decays with rest
The senses still sensible without you making sense of them! What a sensible senselessness!
But where do we go in the blink of such peacefulness?
How does the inner clock tick while the self is in limbo?
The time lost is feels like it's just mortality brought near to it's grave
Every slumber party is rapport building with the mother of slumbers
Every time we go to rest feels like a step towards RIP for our souls
But we're immortal! Each of us is a heavenly VIP playing human on earth
Born only to have enough time to prepare for our own death
Our final breath is the rebirth of our immortality hibernated in humanity
So slowly we age as time passes just to get back to the roots of our pre-mortality
So if you ask me where do we go when we sleep, I will tell you: Home!
Sleep is just a train taking us to the other side in an indescribable form