Sunday, June 27, 2010

Never, have I tried to love myself


Broken by myself


I feel tormented as each cell inside me breaks into pieces unable to stay solid beyond the secrets of time


their thudders blast onto the floor of heartless memories, stories shattering the intensity of my strength into useless comedy


I suddenly cannot control how many breaks or when they happen


I cannot control the pain or the sharpness of my restlessness


I cannot control how many mistakes I do or why I do them


and worse


I cannot control my conscience
I cannot control my conscience
Do you know what that means?

it means living as if your life is a waste of cruelty

it means letting everything you own inside and out --- out
it means hearing silence everytime you try to think, or breathe.. or scream

broken by myself

I hide the intentions of misery

I try and stay alone

I want to take it all on my shoulders

isnt that breaking?

what will be the result?
will I be this weak all the time
will i never find the solution
will I ever know what to do


how can I be calm?


No really....


How can I be calm


How can I wake up in the morning encircling myself with todays beautiful rythym i have created


walking around in particles of sunshine warming my feelings into a refreshing day


eating and drinking to revive those cells to survive happily


trusting the nourshment i give for I want to give delight to myself


working for the nation of my mind , improving the quality of anything I can be

not what someone wants me to be
or begs me to do
or keeps asking me everyday for they can see that I am not ...working

sleeping to break barriers and enter harmony
knowing that me and my soul are connected no matter where I go


no matter where I close my eyes
when I sleep
I wish I knew that my soul 'wants ' to come back
for I have favored it above anything in this world
and in doing that I have given it to faith


but
my soul 'has ' to come back
that is the way I am breaking myself
no relationship of anything will live forever

I try and blame it on others
I try and place the anger on others
I try and hide from others
Ive never tried to confront myself
Ive never tried to love myself
Always
Always looking for it
begging for it
breaking myself for it


BUT


never


ever


have I tried to love myself

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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' -