Monday, June 18, 2012

Door 2: The Promise

Door 2: The Promise
I Promise myself that I will keep
what dream is eternal what dream is mine
I dream to make all I want come real
as long as I have Gods help
i Promise to stay strong and healthy
in mind body and soul

I promise big promises that need a big heart
I promise big things that need effort patience and time
I promise myself and myself alone
I promise myself a new chance and a new chance

I promise once stepped in I will never step out again
I promise once challenged I will not fear or breakdown
I promise once darkness happens I will not stop walking or
even running
I promise to become my own role model
I promise to have big dreams

But rememberalso
only God can help you
dont try get smart
or sexy without him
dont try
fail him to win something else

you will fail so quickly
Dont forget God and your beautiful faith
it holds a massive part of yourdoors stability and the promise

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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' -