Sunday, May 2, 2010

Faithful mending_ Help me & Don't break me

I ask you god to help me and not break me

For without you secrets would secretise inside me and flow
flow irreversible within my veins
until my system is damaged and savaged with broken thoughts
and imaginative disasters if irreparable despair

I try to cry but no more
no more will i succumb to the illiterate pain of a devils belonging, like a virus only being able to gather on the energy of others, cannot regenerate without the life of someone else

So I have asked and am determined that you rid me of the devils contamination,
Dear God, I beg you look after me and listen to me for I will not beg and pray and plead
for anyone but you, I will not cry for anyone but you
I will not tear for anything but your words
I Will only pearl for the fantasies of heaven and paradise driveways, shrubs, trees and gardens of my dreams -

I will get strong
I will not let someone close or far, dear or near - take my faithful faith, my drawing patterns of beauty
my new lines of power
my new offerings of peace
within my soul, heart and mind

So I ask you to help me and not break me

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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' -