Tuesday, November 8, 2011

I.... must continue 2, Dancing

 I must continue, Dancing
Instead of music killing her
it saves her

Instead of her ears crashing
her eyes see a difference

Instead of her body accumulating dust
she dusts off her imperfections

From top to bottom
your body is a problem
Intead of her mindfalling apart
happiness binds her together

Instead of brakes ruling
her curves are cruising

Instead of her getting uglier
she gets sensation..er

Instead of old age living
old age is dying

Instead of everything missing
everything starts from the beginning

Everything starts from the beginning

All by dancing

She mesmerises her dreams by her new flow
calculated madness no more
Falling only to the rythym of what she creates
she dances and dances until her chains deteriorate
pores opening sweating rust
fat burning melting dust
She begins from scratch for the body has been destroyed
she has an empty canvas to draw on
a clean? soul to paint
well a new chance to never faint
out

All by dancing
meeting the criteria of everything right
Dancing correctly
dancing to perform outstandingly
Dancing to forgive
Dancing to edge her body into sharpness
razor cut glamour 
Dancing to forget previous episodes
Dancing to fall in love
Dancing to feel herself once more
Dancing to connect the dots
Dancing to heal the gaping spots
of forgotten escapades of rythym
I
.........To be continued 

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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' -