Monday, January 12, 2009

Complications


I complicate my mind with irresistable dreams, unimaginable reality and a conquest of defining truth.


So as the anger fuses in the path of my blood running arteries, I feel the complications in my heart – my torn ridden heart filled with the knowledge of so much pain, betrayal, and lies. I pump a remedy of prayers to heal my life from those slayers but my extremities touch up from the news, from the world, from the closeness of perimeter insanity and my life is endangered with failure to give up. My body sinks into the body of despair, how will goodness ever out rule this madness, this sadness, how will I ever rule out the evil medicine of broken phalestine. The destruction and torment of innocent civilians makes the speed of pain in my veins inevitable. But what sends my soul to fatal outlets is the image of the deceiving media, the terrible persona that the enemy retrieves and perceives as the truth. Regurgitated sickness of words that are lethal to my mind, I push them out with my beliefs and my strength but it’s hard, its difficult when all around me there are people who are wrong, and know they are wrong but continue to sing a maddening song making it sound like beauty.

I pray to God to relax my blood, to let my heat not defeat me, out of all people. I need to think of strategies, write probabilities, dream of fantasies, become a strong entity against my enemy. I cannot fail myself. That would be the first thing they want me to do, not pursue – my dreams. People who lie will never have definitive happiness. The complications of my unhappiness define me into unanimated, colourless bliss. That is I am complicated by the urge to live and define my words, existence and overcome the battle of hidden traps of world politics to kill my emotion and If I succeed then I am coloured by the bliss of that honoured meaning to overcome the shallow existence of a grand monster of biases and trivial conquests of mass dishonesty and calamity.

I complicate my mind with irresistible dreams, unimaginable reality and a conquest of defining truth.

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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' -