Wednesday, October 3, 2007

A gust of U


I thought something of you
My life, my sun
Promises in jail
Locked behind rail
They can never come out
Screaming to fight
Misunderstood
The storm of the night
The answer is lost
Too high is the cost
Motorways in the speed of drama
Until the accident of losing became trauma
No money to buy back your lies
No heart to forgive your cries
You blew my words away
To a far away play
A battle torn
A new tunnel born
I cannot see
Anything in me
A gust of shame
Your promises never came
Vanishing in the darkness of the wind
Crashing in the stones of hurt
Falling to the rain of thirst
I dried waiting for your hope
A gust of fate that tore first
Before it ever reached me
Broken by distance
You see difference
You see weakness
Eyes that screen me for faults
Beeping until nearly exploding
A gust of hurt spying
Over my sky
This is goodbye
On wings damaged I fly

Stories to explain
All my pain
Written in the rain
But nothing can wash away
That I wanted to stay
In an enchantment
With you
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What it is...

I see Life like a rose in the ice... beautiful but with cold settings - There are so many incredible things out there - but we always need to fight and perservere against the hardships too... otherwise the cold will win ... and we will wither away.

My imagination has led me to believe in something called 'Sudan Fairytale' -
The fantasy that My country will one day be independant and proud, never selfsish to provide its people with its needs, give freedom and success to all, be forever committed to achieve a prosperous inhabitance to every Sudanese in their own country-

My eyes fail me and I see the truth which I call - 'Khartoum Heartbreak' - This is a theme running through the blog under the 'Khartoum Heartbreak' Poems and whatever else about Sudan conveying broken down love, poor streets and cut off electricity along with a lot of other decays and problems in Khartoum city Life.

But I love my country and so I have no choice but to merge the Pain and the Love as one.

Faith is my heart and I could never do without it hoping in my prayers that I can be someone better always and that God forgives me as I fall in Mistakes through that frozen path of Life...

Sometimes I feel under control with all the too many emotions that run to colour my days and nights - Books, movies, music, dreams, friends, family, strangers, travel, - reality - the 10 O' Clock news -Most of the time I'm very Lost in trying to understand - whatever happens becomes tangled into writing this confusing memoir -

It's a really odd combination of air - not sure whether it is refreshing or suffocating - stabilising or maddening - But I breathe and
so it is
'Memoirs of a Sudanese breath' as I am 'Lost but under control' -