Saturday, February 11, 2012

Title 64

Beautiful Days.........
are those that you take care of
those that you empower and make strong
beautiful days are those that make your scent petal and your heart metal from pain
beautiful days are those that never go away in memory in equality
beautiful days
are those that you fight for and win
beautiful days
are ones that you want your life to be made out of and to be created from
I feel terrible so selfish for a beautfiul day
doing wicked thnigs to get beauiful day
lying thinking they are beautiful days
they are not
they are not beautiful
they are 'pretending to be' beautiful
I am so happy for this beautiful day today
my dreams came true
one dream cametrue so why not otehrs can come
yes they can and all i need to do is fight .........


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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' -