Saturday, July 3, 2021

Who’s at fault

Who’s at fault 
Me or you 
What would you do?
In the middle of the night I call and you don’t answer
Hoping I would just go away 
Even when I’m so far away from you
I’m still annoying
So I call again
This time you do answer
Making sure I feel remorse
Kind sharp words weighted with 
We were just watching a film
The invisible friend
I ask myself why your friend doesn’t sit with his family
Don’t his children need him 
Well I hope they don’t asthen I would be at fault
Powerful love only comes in series
Far far away 
Above the skies  as beyond the land of magic
Deep deep within me
I see another world 
I feel other things
I am someone loved 
Deep deep away 
I don’t have to dream 
It’s all real
Deep deep away 
I’m not the same
I don’t have to call 
I do t have to fear
I don’t have to worry about worrying about thinking someThing that then I worry about it
Worrying about it 
There’s no worry deep deep away
And even if there was
Didn’t I tell you I’m your support 
For all time to come
So who’s at fault me or you?
You or me
The chosen or the one I chose
The here or there
Thr trying or failing
The being weak or breakin down
Who is at fault 
Tell me I need to know
So when I cry 
Tears fall for a plane
Angled for love
Who’s at fault 

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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' -