Monday, November 28, 2011
Khartoum heartbreak pre 3
I lost the game a while back in Khartoum
I broke the law of love a while back in Khartoum
I lost the role of courage a while back in Khartoum
I discovered the evil side of me a while back in Khartoum
Tell me......
Dear Khartoum
could you ever forgive me?
I a stranger, thinking I could get closer...to your touch
Tell me
Would you accept me/
or would you send the enemies for me
would you send talk and spatter and wrong eyes
would you let the heat attack and the dirt combat
all my tries
would you insult me
like i insulted you
or would you forgive me and change me
and offer me
a freetime balcony osmehwere in your middle streets bending on your alley ways
one of the cold days of winter
would you lend me the night as it crawls overmy temper and makes me a better woman
would you let it sink in the stars beating the sky navy the moon travelling distance into my heart the street lights colouring my portrait of tonight
the traffic is still expet for random hearts like me
my job is to remember this poem it would be
could you ever give me one of your land space to dream?
or for my dreams to come real?
Dear Khartoum
I have always fought foryou here
it might not be much and I know it is not what you need
....
but dear Khartoum
I wish you would offer me
a piece of your nature
a part of your success
a piece of your insulation
and a part of my mind
please
give me a part of my mind back
I applaude you for your living strength
I aplaude you for wisdom even though you are far away from the boundaires of regulations
this is why I love you
lack of regulation
lac of speculation
that I could ever be......unhappy
but
only if you open the blacony I o desire
only if you could open the balcony into my heart
and close the balcony of my creeping nightmares
please God
I beg you to help me and saveme from who i have become
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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' -
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' -
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