Thursday, November 24, 2011

Khartoum Heartbreak pre 2



In the morning I kiss you good night


for its just the end of the beginning

summertime love, winter explicitlessness, african jungle of bitter sweet emancipation

I guess i met you for a reason only time will tell

I know forever and ever I'm under youre spell....even though I am wide awake

are you a simple perfection ? with an honest complexion
sweet tasting seduction on a a background of delicance
I beg for your eyes - A Khartoum vision of beautiful suprise
the bridges connect us
the cars talk about us
the houses reminisce our holding hands
the children laugh with us
the taxis yellow our hearts
the markets open us
and the nile...the nile waters us
for its in its black silver water of romantic predispostion I get the cure to love you


you're doing something to me
in the morning evening
the night is still young
but the lights are coming through
the twilight is still speaking
the midnight s listening
the day is calling
but the night is never postponing


my intentions are clear

what are yours>?

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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' -