Sunday, November 20, 2011

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
______________
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




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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' -