Thursday, April 24, 2008

Prophets pictures

(Wrote a long time back )
They’ve abused you treacherously,
Degraded you maliciously,
Plotted for your destruction surreptitiously,
And now they’re trying to excuse themselves badly,
For me they’ll always be un-forgiven,
Definitely-I looked on the news filled with curiosity,
But how I filled my eyes with terrible asperity,
Something small,
I thought to myself-Oh there is more to worry about than these pictures,
But then I couldn’t sleep that night –Images of horrific tablatures-
Who has you clenched mercilessly this second between their fingers?
Who’s saying ha ha ha, putrefyingly this minute?
Who’s deciding they’re just amazing –‘This is the perfect disease to use,not to waste or sequester’
Then I started to imagine how it all began,
They’re sitting in an office – sipping hot coffee,
It’s late and every one has gone home,
Except them and the whispering devil-Drawing and painting with malevolence,
Pencilling and rubbing, angling and curving,
Until they got it just right – lifted it up to admire,sat back and viciously smiled -
Proud of themselves the next morning in the meeting table,
Their work is being published –the majority of hands made it acceptable-
What terrifies and shakes me is slowly, actually quite rapidly now -
These heart-breaking pictures are circling -
First on 1 page of a rotten Danish newspaper –
It’s now virally infecting all types of technology-
Transported destructively from country to country-
Inoculated happily by those who show a respect/kindness deficiency-
Please be warmed by what your followers have done
Prophet Mohamed
I hope it will make you the tiniest bit happy -
The effort to clean up this shemozzle,
The shouts and cries, the protests and all other tries-
But it’s a sad and soul splitting world-

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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' -