Tuesday, January 12, 2010

Lost? Lose the word

Lost...
..simplicity implicates the heartbreak of your loved ones , yourself getting smaller and madder... revolving suddenly into a pinpoint of destruction alienating a human being from health to catastrophical ....LOSS - others cry and try to save you but since you are there and no longer here ...with us, what is the point in taking measures of peace - for war of a body is anatomically viscious and revenging the physiology of payback, of seperated anger , twisting how a soul cannot concentrate and a mind cannot think for the body has ripped apart the connection of a man.... tired of the losing grace of sanity.


I speak for myself now
No more loss
the delicious concentrate of a near end
No more lack of control
the bliss of arrogance
No more Lost under control
for that is the same equation
it is the same prediction
To unfaithful regret

1 comment:

Cupcake said...

very touching and hearfelt. Keep on writing!

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' -