Monday, November 7, 2011

I....fall into the zone of forever falling

I
feel like I'm falling from grace
all the embankments of paradise missing me
earths body acknowledges me ....but only as the forgetful
so it forgets me
justa bare whisper in its centuries of past and thousands of tommorow
I
am but a mere shadow, a slight wist of a brush
to try paint the core of my body onto yours
I
forget what its like to be good
to be agood person
to be a strong person
for I am diseased with utter weakness
madness
blackness
I fall and fall and fall
each zone encounters a paradox of time
one challenges me to forget dreams
dreams so hard to ignore
I cannot
I cannot stop looming through the zone of dreams
One cries for my sanity
the zone of tears for my...for me
I cannot look
I cannot cry
I cannot demand tears comecrashing
tears come dying
for my glistening failures
I fall
I continue to fall
the zone of peace
I hear existence
my existence
my small cell of atom survival
its here
I need to find it
I need to revive it
but I am falling so fast I cannot fight it
to stop
just stop
and breathe and look around
where are you?
what are you?
what do you exist for?
why can you not ?
why do you?
when can you stop?

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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' -