Monday, November 29, 2010

Falling from Grace, thinking it's Love

I wonder

I Wonder what it takes to love me

I mean to melt all the crevices within me

to chocolate divine rubble existing from lavish taste

of internal bliss



I try and imagine

What it takes for my destination to explore radicles of caramel

exploding from heat and darkening under the sun

the glamorous distinction between tempting soul and sweet remedy



I think about how many midnights it will take

or how many cheesecakes can i make

or cakes to sift and bake

until i feel loved

until I see my life as mine
until I feel my heart is divine

for hte one to taste it first
Is within me
Is devilishly broken bits around me
yet angelically whipped to torment me


to be continued....

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

I could not refrain from commenting. Exceptionally well written!


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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' -