Sunday, November 20, 2011

Take me for who I am

There's...., no point in being sadThere's ...., no reason in being mad
if you lose control
then YOU will fall
and it's like drug addiction
you become addicted & addicted
until from your own life you get evicted
and you are homeless from your dreams
you haven o light to beam
There's....., no benefit in asking questions
about all the wrong and obvious sections
YOU get upset
for your love will never be met
by what you see
no instead he
will hurt you
and break you
and shake you....down
even though it shouldnt be like that
that you can take your heart out of your chest and see how in pain it is
it shouldnt be like that
that your chest aches from someone elses secrets
that you have to hold other peoples secrets andt hey dont even know this
its the opposite of bliss
its the devils kiss
to know things that collide with all your simplicity and make you.....complicated
so within that complication I  try and be able  t o find communication

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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' -