Memoirs of a Sudanese Breath: Echoes in my mind

Wednesday, January 2, 2008

Echoes in my mind _ (not meant to be like this)

Terror when I see my face
Feelings of disgrace
I didn't mean it to be like this
But suddenly images twirled of disaster
My head hurt + broke faster
Everyone misunderstood me
Even me
And I didnt' want it to be like this
That's not the way it was meant to be

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Tranquility in space, feelings with no trace
my music of understanding - loses face
Falls waste
Waste - I'm afraid of missing out
From the deep end of what it's all about
Yelping in a zone of crazy agony
Madness crossroads
I can't choose which madness is better
I can't decide which chaos is less demented

I want a visitation to my soul
Ask it why it let me fall -

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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' -