Tuesday, November 24, 2009

welcome to this dance


You see your whole world collapse - for suddenly things become subtly filled with the temptation to dance to this crafted song , somewhere in subsaharan african destiny


I open a page and the night melts into my hands, glistening in all the right places, satin waves through the earth of magical african lovers, urban classic feelings of the beginnings of a romance amidst the ballad of the future, their hands are in each others hands touching the dream of happiness, staring down at her wedding dress, I can't imagine another word or letter of his jazzed connection with her body, and she - she is on the side of romantic madness or sensible infusion of trust, the verge of wanting something so bad... and finding it - memoirs created and repeated as if a heartbeat, as if a breath - her breath was shallow, as the adrenaline perspired though the flowers in her hair - gentle aspirations of becoming his other half - he held her like she was him - the only part of him thinking, beating , fighting about a hundred miles an hour - racing afar the stars - past the galaxy of tonight and into the universe of each others life collapsed into desire, innocence and seduction - its all in their hands, this is for real for real for real - what I want - I cant cover their intention of making history, or winning this competition with fate -



though the lights were low, I could see them both through a lovers sillhouette,

drawing me into their beauty, like untouched heaven, so close - fragranced with perfection, dazzling with pearls , all the sequencesoft dress and veil - veiled with his suit across her , they were partners never made to part - his black twilight's navy of romance of night standing armor , suited to admire time and sown hems of charachter rolling down the windows of meaning into someone's dreams -


you see your whole world through a small but beautiful room, decorated with fantasy welcoming guests and bringing joy on a stage of angels making - I could see them both, my heart stood still I just froze right there - dancing with him looking like what he needed me to be - can't believe I'm here - near him like this - searching for time to stop so I can try again to live life to its fullest - for he takes me into the beats of his heart as he makes me feel like I can't understand but tonight the wide opening of his soul, heart and mind - his eyes... his eyes beg me to love him more every second - you see your whole world up close and personal magnified track 1 made for you - his heart beat is made for you -

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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' -