A century, a quarter, a year, a day, a second – today’s moment –
Temper, pain, suffering, greed, desperation – all logically evident –
Fighting and hating,
Shooting peace of sharing and understanding,
Walking slow to protect, is over – ridden and over – taken
Giving no chance to feel,
Skin blistering, flesh peeling,
A watch that is counting what rage is stealing
Horror of blowing and shaking,
Destruction and no honey making,
Eyes blinded by light of fire,
A lens inflicted with a show to make it retire,
It breaks apart and disintegrates – burned to the stake by the flame
Leaves grow by bodies that are covered underneath,
Trees sway and children try to play,
In a time where tears of a devil are not so unlogically insane
A pearl drop for the boy, who will be gone too soon,
A good – bye whisper to the little girl that is to fly to the moon,
A shade of misery for the lady to lose blood and go into shock,
No chance not to tear for the man, who’s working hands are cut by interference of the devil,
Who’s now tearing from all this suffering, created hurt and sorrow gained from the boiling and strangling
No estimating that we’ll ever need each other,
Tears of a devil’s happiness, rejoicing that we all kill one another,
Laughing at us, till nothing can stop the tears,
Tears of a devil, while commanding us to break and shatter,
A lover’s relationship and pretend nothing is the matter
Thursday, November 1, 2007
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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' -
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' -
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