Friday, August 24, 2012

Need, ...is the wrong answer

Need
is a powerful word
I'm beginning to want it
for in a way
it heals and glitters  a breaking heart with soothing relief from that one person that makes you feel right

IMAGINE THIS :
 
he would cross nights a thousand because he needs you, becasue he is asking himself - why cannot i stop thinking about her , and without realisation he cycles drives or walks to you without you even knowing
without you even having to try and when you see him you can see his body yearning for you and you can feel his heart healing for  you arehis remedy and you can see it in his eyes that he wants your ehlp your advice or just your comfort and he will take anything you give him for he needs you - it may be more powerful than love - or is in sync - or is it harmonised and encoded in secret that you cannot love someone deeply without needing them even more deeply - you must need them you must have it - all they can give you - need is a beautiful word , the sister of beautiful despair and thebrother of troublesome admiration - I need you - and here I am - all for you to accept me - and my weakkness that needs your attention - even if i haveotehrs , it is you i am dying for , it is you I am without thought bleeding for , it is your warmth and presence I need - for just looking at you makes it alright and just knowing you know what i know makes me feel safe and just seeing my story through your eyes makes me understand and just being with you - my problems dissolve like fallen sand - and I am no longer rough or broken - I need you so much - maybe more than the air i breathe without the cliche for without you I am choking -

END
Need is a powerful word
one to consume one to metamorph into my desires like a wicked drug - one to reason with my dreams and attach like a virus to the attention it demands
one that i yearn for and pray for  but may make a mistake for
which i do not want to do
one i want to be simple for innocent for right for perfect ofr never traumatised for never injured 
just to have
need is the correct word
but it is the wrong answer
looming, hovering like a magnet over my heart =- the beats get wider, larger faster deeper - i am sucked into a dream - i am 

sucked in to the lights, the dress, my hair, the perfume i may wear, his eyes, the front door, the sound of his car engine, the impatience of my young heart, the pain i have right now , the one i am trying to control 
like a tsunami of need

but this is NOT the right answer to the question
this is a trick question
the answer is 


patience

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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' -