Thursday, July 5, 2012

Door 7: Forgiveness

I enter a forest withthorns and wildfire
angry and flamed my heart beats dry
amidst all these pangs of madness I


cry
cry for the ppast
for otehrs for myself
for him

my eyes drive my fear
I see what i not want and want what I see
forest of darkness
twisted devils bruise
 me and shados consume me of a terrible fight
within myself
a battle that fumes
black anger
anger why
stoop
change
be
remove
add


forgiv e

silence

forgive me
clouds
forgive me and forgive yourself
clouds collect faster nearer

forgive all that youve done and start over
clouds rain
with every faling teardrop it erases somewhere hard
somewhere i dont need to be
rain comes
happily
devotingly
with a functino
to save me
and i let myself be
saved


forgiveness
forgive

happinness exist

change will only come to those who let that cool rain of forgiveness come
God forgives all
and you must forgive yourself
and be kind to yourself like it has been kind to you

but you must alos be kind to others
think of others
who are still in a dark forest
lost
or scared
or


in pain

forgive reality
forgive existence into a foretold misery
forgive the past
forgive


 give your body the present of forgiveness
dont ever let your body down........

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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' -