Thursday, July 14, 2011

volcano feelings

I have a lot to do but one thing holds me one thing annoys me
and it is to write to say whats wrong how I feel
i feel like a furious volcano not wanting to erupt but having to erupt not wanting to kill but having to kill the cool
I feel like all that trapped lava hot and dangerous - spontaneous yet scientific
i feel like the crunch of the earth and I feel like I dont want to be here in this explosion
........
Instead I want to be making relationships with the ocean with the creative washes and cool breeze
I want to take all my anger and redness and heat and slam it into the wild rushes of water
 Iwant to drown in comfort and understanding
happy and content
a nice situation of nature to be in
I want to wake with love have love for myself before anything
....................
yes for the lave inside me will burn me consume me win me mould me and I do not want to be changed
I want to change myself
I want to be beautiful for GOd
i know the power of destruction has started to destroy me
I know I feel agitated like the volcanos sudden movement
I am thinking why cant I stop? just stop
and the answer is ...........

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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' -