Friday, February 27, 2009

DIVA TREE

Diva let it be
You are the flower on a flowering tree
After the winter, the hardships and the pain
And all the energy that grew in the rain
Diva let it be
The bloom of power in your heart
Where faith can open into the sunshine’s devour
Let it all shine
Petals divine

Each one, Colourful as the joy of silken cells, enveloping an escapade of newborn growth into beauty and honesty, letting the particles of development wet natures time, a collection of a soul’s management to trying, trying hard, forgiving and forgetting but never giving up
Diva let it be
The enclosure of your personality to the outside world should be a miraculous expenditure where blowing emotions sway the breeze of awakenings deep into the tenant of your navy sky, whisking your dreams away, but never taking them astray, from the eyesight of the mother tree –
Diva let it be
Gods words on thee
Gods Love on me
Gods help I plea
To be the Diva that I must be.

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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' -