Wednesday, June 4, 2008

If the Colours of the Sunrise ran into me









The sunrise comes into the sky


Red of blood and orange of lust, like silk magnetic passion it blends into the makings of a romance - A time of connection between the Rising and the Darkness that has ceased. Between memories and forgetting time - The bleed of colours takes out emotions and creates a loss of sensation - it is so strong that all I can think about are the melody and symphony of the atmospheric paint, so soaked in richness and deepness it is very close to dripping onto my heart - If it did , it would be like the swift imagination of something I've never felt before - the space of true freedom and the moment of existence - If the colours ran into me - I would be a product of nature - a way of Life - If the colours ran into me I would be differently unique - my fingertips would not give in easily as they are coated with the strength of beauty - my eyes would see things for their true nature - I would see beyond the invisible, past the pain -

If the colours ran through me - my body would sink into the air and weld into the metal of building personality - I would know every particle of me as the colours speak to my sub conscience my self speaking words would demand existence as each becomes alive with a colour


Red for passion for God

Blue for peace and eternity

Orange for Lust for Life

Purple for Royalty of mind

And Black for the end of Pain


As the New day appears slowly everything takes its pplace quickly - I would become a palace of co ordination and a pathway to determination and gardens of prosperity would decorate my path.

If the colours of the sunrise ran into me


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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' -