Wednesday, March 7, 2012

a lost day trying to find my love story

love story come to me
but youre so ugly cann you not see
love story find my heart
i will not i will not come near
love story do not forget me
never never will you and I be
love story believe that i can
no you are a horrible brand
love story where are you
i am with in a plce better than you
love story please save me
it is not up to me to save you
love story what should i do
forget about it all and start thinkin of you
love story i need you today
no you need god and study
love story when will i be ready
at this rate - never
love story is there nothing for me
I cannot tell you that but i know you are not ready
love story i want you to be mine
but you are not the drawing so fine
love story paint me anyway
no i am too precious for your disgusting canvas
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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' -