Thursday, July 16, 2009

Khartoum Heartbreak 8_ Balcony of creation


Balconies intertwine with streets and memories pass over the stars enclosing the winds agony to blow distance and time


Good things never last, beautiful things finish too fast

I am filled with Gods wishes for me

I am filled with Romantic prosperity

like swinging infrastructure on an african sunrise - floating desert words of soundless images - I fall in dreams-


whispers they seem, - i cannot hear the fate of calling armor - echoes of passion fly by the walks of hay huts of stirred hearts - let me imagine your concubine disaster sweeping me with the storms of mudded flooded wishes -I wish for you - to forgive me

I wish for you - to desire me

rain monsooned with emotion, drive with commotion of third world places in my soul -

come find me amongst streets deserted with kisses

hold me under cries and tears of todays sunset - from a magical sun

under a sweet tree of khartoum aspiration and creation

I ..c.reate u

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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' -