Sunday, August 16, 2009

Diva... Gym tomorrow


I am... in a gym mood
recycling the battered troubles of my mind and excersising truth
I want to run and be free - live life to the fullest expenditure of energy
I want to try hard and feel happy I mean truly happy with myself
and all I can be
I want to be motivated to control and satisfy the good intentions of my ....
my hairstyle my body my temptations my soul
i want to conquer majesty and magazines DVD rentals of good hope
i want to watch movies and read successful books to be successful
i want to get to know something that was in me and I ignored
something simple and I looked at it the wrong way the hard way
tell me - can someone change so fast so easy
like a switch button powered on, powered now powered do not press but got pressed
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I buy all these things to suffice me
but today I enticed me
by the simple magical twists of wedding love
I searched beyond my devasted affairs and into their scent, their hair their clothes their babies
I wanted a baby
but i want to go to the gym first
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THis is a crazy dimensioned honesty catastrophe of a poem
not lyrical, very personal and written very fast
but it might just be the first time I am breathing with communication
and i am living with dedication - to go to the gym

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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' -