Friday, September 21, 2007

Intensive care

Take the world to casualty
Resucitate it's povertyand stop its bleeding calamity
Nourishment empties out of its veins
So feed an IV - line to pour conscience back in it's drains
Shock so close to the world's despair
A patient out of the hands of saving care

A world where dreams fall through splashing tears into a sea of missing hope and nobody will listen to fear.-Drought in resistance and corruption yells loud, peace is screaming as bullets kill innocent crowds, bleeding all golden away as family’s shelter homes in graves; from war, from hunger, from the pain that treats them as slaves. Traumatizing life bruising veins running deep and the will to survive through cracked souls weeps. Ticking of the clock is so frighteningly fast and history is making itself before the past.

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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' -