Wednesday, June 24, 2009
I am...Deserving this..truly
I understand
A difficult mind – useless and abused, fallen
The revenge ...of the fallen
I fall endlessly jealous and over whelmed by misunderstanding
I didn’t want this
I wanted strength
But when I look back
I was not strong
I was not fit and strong
I was not healthy
I was not...proud and confident of whom I was
I was broken
And I was ...ill
I am... ill with all these trepidations
I laugh..I don’t even know why
Like what I do now
I make assumptions
I think of ideas and make them happen as if they were
But in reality life can be different
Can be different
Iam..ill
Thinking about things that did not happen
That may not happen
That may be right
I feel ashamed that I am abusing myself like this
I feel ashamed that I am not ...myself
I am ... ill
And need to be healed
Thursday, June 18, 2009
Wednesday, June 17, 2009
I try...
No can hurt me but me
Remember?
I try to be...so strong
My emotions controlled by defensive armour
Of forgetting...of imagining ... of going away
I try and not let them get me
Between my corners and hard places
I try and remain free – from the gut feeling of anger
I try not being angry – at myself – at them – I try
For anger is the killer passenger on a plane
I try and not dream irrationally – for dreams can be detrimental
I try - to write my problems away
Flatten my rage to a piece of paper
Stored outside my heart
Words and my soul apart
Tuesday, June 16, 2009
Khartoum Heartbreak 7_it's just a glass of water
Monday, June 15, 2009
Her eyes
Strangely small
Confused and tearful about my imagination, my personalisation of life ... so wrong
Sorry and weak because of my shadows
They follow me every where
Everyone has a pattern, a circumference of well being and strength
I do not know what embraces me, what focuses my time
I want to fantasise it’s you
I really do
But how can it be
When you ....do not know me
I do not know me
And trusting someone like that is ... without signature
It is unfair/ non profitable for you to sign – I understand that
I have lost a battle I have been fighting for, for so long
I wanted to win it for you, I always do
But when I look at other lovers romances
I am ... strangely small
The secret of dishonesty is the chance to lose so many things
All for the sake of feeling
I ruin time, effort, minds and all I find
I ruin heaven and sweet earth
The meanings of well being shattered moment’s broken lies
They are all lies
I lie to me and them and me and them
I lie to my heart and body
AND tone
I lie to me
Moments.
A single moment
A moment when I feel like I conquer the world
And a moment for the times I surrender completely to you
A moment when I know what everything means
And a moment when all I want is to know how you feel
A moment for my mind to challenge life
A moment when I am challenged by how to stop loving you
A moment when I can control
And a moment when no one can control me but you
A moment when my time is to pursue
A moment when my time belongs to you
A moment when I am yours
Just yours
And you can do what a moment gives
A moment when I am lost engaging your own moments
What do you mean?
All of you...what do you mean?
What do you want?
How do I attract you?
Moments to escape to you
Moments to breathe you
Moments I wait for your touch
Cannot
In a canvas of fallen leaves, arms of shooting petals and a falling parade of words
You cannot look at me
You cannot somewhere amongst the conventional passion of a sunset tell me you need me
You cannot show me how much you care in the silence so alive on a quiet country path full of historic lust, twisted brambles of fate and growing corners into tomorrow that beg for your new touch
You cannot here right now push me against sweet walls of amber and tell me how courageously you will fight for me
You cannot in a Tuscany summer strawberry breakfast come smell my scent to wake alive in the morning, glowing in the morning
You cannot fall asleep in my arms where a moon over looks the world
Anywhere
You cannot embark on trying to watch that moon distil its flavour on a lake side terrace of imagination – where fisher man lie their sailing swifts scattered on distinctive air of connection
Somewhere small and untransformed easily, somewhere difficult to reach by normal methods of loving
The water stills with joy at watching us fascinated by how we fit into each other
The perfect scenery
Blending with the midnight voucher we offer to pay the picture of ….. African fallacy
You cannot be my fantasy or be a part of my dreams
You cannot be a side of my order of romance or life
I cannot be…worth it
Saturday, June 13, 2009
African green 2(POW)
Friday, June 12, 2009
Deserve
Wednesday, June 10, 2009
Am I?
Tuesday, June 9, 2009
I am reminded
And lonely floors of destined accommadation
Blood Stains
Wisdom of a Heartbreak
Tell me your Knowledge
Your methods are incredible
Never sufficing, though millions are uncontrollably induced to resuming your legend
Magnified portions of silent destruction - you blood stain kisses, hugs and tender touch
Weeping invisible creations of singularity
Tearing away the bonds threaded with precious emeralds of comfort
Lovers dangle unwilling to ever let go of the hard work of a -
But you hypnotise a stanger into forever entering your world
Heart break - you are wondrous
Awarded for catastrophical projects and thoughtful pain
Master webs of such intricate devotion - I envy your passion to cut Love
Tar in a Jar
Undiscovered Diva
Just a small fancy glow of miracle particles from within myself - To be who I want to be - Not you - me
I cannot see why white, green and black swim and form a colour I have never revealed - my colour -
Myths of fantasies inside me
Dramas and Twists and I am never allowed to visualise the outcome
I know it's there - dancing and singing waiting to be
....... Discovered -
I AM... UNDISCOVERED
NOT LIKE THIS
I am asleep when the sky sings with colours and the sun rises with its rays kneeling to begin a new day created to shine its working effortlessly but strongly to fulfil the light
I still don’t wake up when subconsciously my inner self screams out loud tearing the insides for me to notice, for me to understand how much I'm damaging myself and itself with what I’m doing
Falling to the ground its hates the way I am ‘relax’ unconscious and negligent
I am nowhere near the truth near the beauty near the destiny and near the energy that is wasted only by trying to make me see
Deep down my inner self is heartbroken at the jail I have put her in – this isn’t she what she was created to achieve was to pass mountains of work and years of hard success – she was supposed to be spending her time creating and imagining not breaking from the pain of seeing herself chained with confusion and sin
As I sleep without guilt her guilt tackles her to despair – her light begins to fade and her super powers begin to disappear
After all if you don’t use it you lose it
I turn around in my bed and notice that the sun has come out – suddenly – me and her mingle as my disappointment pours into my mind that I lost the battle once again
And she looks at me and her tears assemble her face
You have lost the battle once again
My eyes concentrate on the alarm clock – 9.35 but Morning Prayer should have been 6.00 am
When there was a wisp of angels in the air and a hint of heaven to repair all the open wounds in my soul –
Now they are left open to continue to hurt
She looks into my eyes and hates what I’ve done how I’ve damaged her like this how I’ve changed how everything should be - NOT LIKE THIS - I AM NOT LIKE THIS -
Khartoum College_A Student Outlook_POW
Same Purples...Different Meanings (POW)
Saturday, June 6, 2009
Pull ur life back...can you do that?
and every day - it's a stuggle
escape
and shut windows
The City...Modernised Nature POW
Friday, June 5, 2009
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Unrequited Coffee
Aromatic flavours of heartbreak
The next chapter to reveal new awakenings of tears
Empty tables support intention, distention of fears
Secret winding stairs jump latitude to reach useless prosperous dreaming
Tormented strength of nourishment - The caffeine drug lifts me and I dance effortlessly into pain
Exhibiting my veins to Love and turmoil circling the spoon of fate - I wait... surrounded by friends of paused chairs and silently talking windows cleaning my shadow, shining my hollow
Would you like something else? My coffee is cold and I would rather have tea -a change I see - let me taper and melt between brown and black colours spelt with red - anything to save me
Here you are - the time is handed on the fee - it's a long time I see
The more you pay and the longer you stay -
The more debt you loan, the more sad memories you own
The harder you make it to forget, the stronger is the regret
If your Love is unrequited, you will never be invited - To Live
Your Coffee does not have a reason to work, its cells unable to correct tiredness from remembering his taste,it's taste no longer filfilling enjoyment of wanting him, its smell powerless to erase the phase of loving him, its thickness too light to thicken strength of forgetting him, its taste bland to resist temptation of kissing him, its components lacking function of a beautiful connection- just an unrequited addiction... of Loving him unsuspended
What it is...
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' -