Monday, November 5, 2007

Broken story 2


Broken story
From the knowledge of history
shattered with no glue
smashed by you

forgiving what you've done?
I'll never look you in the face
I'll never draw what you trace

Broken by your majesty
you're a king of lies
ruling with cries

I'll start again to reach the end
but I'm already there
part of no repair
in your world of despair

Broken forever
my heart will never
Erase this pain

Thrown to the curb
Blood accident swerve
The beginning of goodbye

Wherever, whatever, whenever
Surrender, murder, remember

Change your voice
I'll cradle its escape
Today this ends
An alibi of destroyed fate
that's late

Broken story
Shredded destiny of things to come
black and wicked
of things to come
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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' -