Saturday, September 22, 2007

Crying dreams

Escaping to a place where love is not transparent searching a road that wanders into a field where understanding is apparent
No silence quivers the drama of sorrow and no violence blows the breath dead of tomorrow.
Reaching for this majestic evolution, where help is in signposts of clear distribution

A desperate goal to find faces colored with warmth, even if in a fantasy
When eyes are closed from remorse.
Manufacturing a light that shines on our footsteps, to lead us into salvation and fidelity’s help.

Selfishness is a corporation that takes over minds guide
Leading us to an affiliation where to ignorance we abide
Miseducation on our problems that wrap us like our skin
Withers our dedication to perceive truth from within
Believing misconceptions that bloom with lies

Dreams wetted by cries and more cries

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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' -