Saturday, March 24, 2012

thank you god for these dreams

I think why do ifeel like this
like game over
is it because i treat myself like game over
or is it because the game really has been lost

but this game is not like any game you can restart
no
you
only
have one
chance
and your lifeline will end

your points wil be counted
your game will be over


one day

and then maybe
maybe you will sit in beautfiul arrays of dusken calm
the world life and worry not in your vocabularly
and you look out to the ocean
breathing and feeling right
and thinking

why do i vaguely remember this
and you wont know then

but you know now its because
one day you dreamed you would go
you dreamed you had one more chance
and you dreamed you'd take it and you did
and then


you dont know the answers because you dont need to
and because you have done right

but now
now you know there is a place
where
you are sitting on a white couch with silk satin curtains overlooking an ocean of heaven and you watch the everlasting sunset glisten on your soul


your true soul

and I think


how do i do it?

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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' -