Thursday, May 19, 2011

looking for you......Lamps in white sand



They say you don't exist
the pure water that runs in your blood and the sfety in your arms
they laugh at me and I pretend its fine
but deep down my heart aches for your whispers from the soul and the destiny in your heart
they sshh me and mm me thinking they know best
but I put my dreams to the test
always never giving up
they distract me but you impact on me
a love that has nevr been heard of before
They tell me its all wrong and that I'm wrong
but I can feel your strength beating through my body
and the fate of your mind making my history
They thin my fantasies
but you are my only fantasy
and that is protected for all time to come
all time to come


when I think of you I am a different person
a beautiful person
someone I cannot touch but Ican feel
someone I cannot accommodate for but I know lives here
someone I want to learn from but I want to teach
 you....
 are an unforseen treasure
yet
I know how expensive you are
I know how happy you make me
I know how together we are
I know how close we become
I know how in love I am
...............

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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' -