Tuesday, June 9, 2009

Blood Stains


Wisdom of a Heartbreak
Tell me your Knowledge
Your methods are incredible
Never sufficing, though millions are uncontrollably induced to resuming your legend
Magnified portions of silent destruction - you blood stain kisses, hugs and tender touch
Weeping invisible creations of singularity
Tearing away the bonds threaded with precious emeralds of comfort
Lovers dangle unwilling to ever let go of the hard work of a -
Life Time
a sweated effort, a full grown trust
But you hypnotise a stanger into forever entering your world
Waking an ill treasure of following your rewards
People walk slowly behind your footsteps for a new dark chapter in their stolen lives...Interesting
The Pathway is moulded and scolded
Suddenly the Journey becomes hot and dry
Scorched with regret and sorrow
but now you don't allow them to borrow - their own tomorrow
Thirsty awakenings of begging to turn around
but you guarantee, no exit can be found
Heart break - you are wondrous
Awarded for catastrophical projects and thoughtful pain
Master webs of such intricate devotion - I envy your passion to cut Love

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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' -