mixed up

sometimes I feel like my dreams are so expanse

they are not for me

I mean I am just a holder

for someone greater 

someone better 

to come do them

the dreams

I  hold them in such high regard

but I am also torn by them

lost by them

involved in them so deep

I cannot swim back

I cannot de passion my love for them

I cannot ignore my heartbeat crying for them

the dreams

its like someone gave me them to store

to mind

and I fell in love

in that time

one day their owner will come want them

and what will I do?

those dreams are so special to me

the existwithin me now

they wake with me

and evn though they damage me

they make me live

what will I say?

Here?

they are my dreams now

 once they were yours

but now they are mine

I want them

I want them to come true

to feel right

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Picture this......

vast magnitudes of sun burn the day

its 50 % outside

half the temperature of natures passion

trees rupture

flowers expand

cars boil

streets kill the heat by speeding silence

and I

burn with desire

somewhere in a Khartoum window

I watch this tropical inferno

and I burn with desire

 silk red emotions

black power of lust
gold lights of temptations
white heaven of trust
pink table cloth of set dinner table
delightful taste
your tase

sweet velvet is aching

soft curls are changing

I am burning with desire

In a khartoum heart

it is breaking the romance

poor 

but I succumb to its existence

rich 

i spin in its turbulence

the heat watches

still in the air

as I care

never to cool down

the sun devours what I have to give

burning and burning it starts to live