Monday, October 1, 2007

Key & Filter

Abrupt volcano- ing dreams
persistant to the core
driving me lunatic lava
burning my inner escada*
I can't let this be....
the drama in me
and you as the cause
to my abnormal mind with applause
clapping, ticking, my hands, my time
To the reasons - the promises you broke with crime
then imprisoned me to a jail of you
and the keys - I can see but I don't know how to pursue
getting out/ away from you
You've left me cold -blue-you
you've filtered our life as dirt and water
when they undergo purification
Us - remaining dirt of broken sweetness
I cried until my tears turned to stone
to try and fix our machine that was worn
but no clean water could ever drip -drop out
there's a plug of lies stopping goodness pouring out
there is an accumulation of mistakes holding it away
from leaving anything fall to make me stay
you've made me wonder about
the keys in my hand
I've freed myself with hardship and command
to my soul who wouldn't break free
from the love I once found
now - where will I put these keys
I'm pained at their jingle
I want to throw them overseas
in a sea of forget and dismantle
everything I once knew
black by burned out candle
of hope and trust
lust towards passion
passion of change
change towards nothing but rage
rage that was written in our page
'key & filter'

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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' -