Saturday, October 31, 2009

I never usually 14


If I let it unfold it will come to a place, a street, a memory, a seatbelt where i am held into position of this fantasy

locked within my happinness, my love ...

for as it enfolds

I enfold in to something I imagine, wondrous and livid with hope

I imagine the points of connection, temptation, truth and love

I imagine a dream enfolding

a life becoming

smiles, golden and silver with expensive driving


i imagine being driven

I imagine being loved

being driven to love

I imagine being his love


I imagine being his ...everything

his good everything and his bad

his wants and wishes

his driving

for he is driving me

as i let it enfold

I change

and I never usually change

but how can i let this go away?

as i see

and as i feel

and as something gets so close to me

so so close to me

i love the language it speaks out

even though i can't understand the detail

i love the language it makes and takes

of my understanding

its so easy to understand them

I want

to understand myself

and i never usually


but i am still mistaken

i am still lost

i am still not fulfilled

i am imbalanced

my feelings are catastrophically large

and so i must contain

i never usually contain

but this time

i must be

... contained within this drama forever

it all

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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' -