Monday, February 22, 2016

the common denominator

I am the common denominator
the one that her thread burns..... so fast
it burns out
and then


I am the common denominator
the one that breaks voice first
you just have to listen to what i say
and you have to listen to who i am
and you have to be on my terms

I am the common denominator
i hate you with avengeance
then everyone must see that
and everyone must learn about it

I am  the common denominator
i will disrespect you if you disrespect me

I am the common denominator
I always find a way to make you listen to what i have to say

i am the common denominator
i am mean

I am the common denominator
and i have heard a lot
dealt with a lot
and am still kind

oh yes
i am still kind

so dont tell me that i dont deserve
and dont tell myself that i dont deserve

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' -