Saturday, July 10, 2010

just thinking 1


I think about a lot of things...

I think about the way things are meant to be

about the way things are now
whose meaning is it

or faith is it

or love is it

for life to go on the way it is now....

passionate

existent

traumatic

explicit

dangerously beautiful and exceptionally cruel

I imagine dreams true

I hurt for I have not found you

......in a way I dont even want my dreams

for I trust in God

and I want gods dreams for me

I want dreams that I have not dreamt

that is so much more

interesting

and yearning

and romantic

and real

than anything before

I hear thoughts

I see lies

I feel intensity

I feel blame

when all I want to be
is calm

is different

is strong

so strong that nothing compares to the beauty of my strength

for sometimes I know I am not beautiful

I definitely dont feel beautiful

beauty in me

hides

beauty in me
is secret anyway
and it will always be

until beauty in me is found
the right way

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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' -