Monday, October 1, 2007

Jail of dreams

I try and memorise the many faces that you make
Believing in my heart that I will get to spend my days
Loving you and all the simple things you do

Thorns pricking my arms and confusion stinging
Deprivation of a once free soul
I got to a place that was suffocating
Trying to get out but nothing would give me directions
My decision isolated me and fractured what I always wanted

This picture I hold between my hands
Of you and I
Never goodbye
So kind and warm
With no swarm of pain
Its landscape brings me from inner spirit to collect on its sight
Surreal, magnifying my appeal to find you
I hold the picture deep to my heart
Its become the flower that blooms over my soul

Then I look at it again and notice the heartbreak
One day we will find each other
But the crime is not fake
I am holding a felony
At its very bottom corner the picture reads:

If found: to be returned immediately to the jail of dreams.

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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' -