Wednesday, January 25, 2012

Feeling like a failure

I do not want to remember
I do not want to surrender
 Iwant to pass my life
pass my tests
with great marks
I want to win
 iwant to challenge myself and become the great mysterious the great universal
I want to defend my territories
of ove and courage
for 5 minutes I want to blend a life worth living with the life that Im having
I Want to feel my eyes call me to the right picture
the perfect movie

or the perfect night
cobblestone walkways
and untold fairytales lie
the moon presents with a smile in its eye

for us

I want to not be nervous and engage myself in true honesty
Why have I forgotten who I am waht my faith is/
I feel undeniably old
and big
until I let people laugh at it
I deserve it
and I do not deny it
that I deserve to be laughed at

but I will not surrender
ever



I want to create new things but they must be good they must be good

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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' -