Monday, September 3, 2012

What can you do 2?

How hard are you willing to try, or is it easy for you do just die,do you see at as once that you can liive ,, or are you willing to compromise the chance he gives, from 6am you did so well from when you were born he was never absent, he chose you amongst others, but just like he gave you big dreams he gave you bigger challenges, ones to trick you to bring you down if you like to surrender, for you must want it first, to break down, How hard are you willing to try, to be distinct, to be the boy untouched, to be the body, unseen, to be the body favoured, to be the clean, to be the young, to be the unconfounded, to be the right, the youthful, the true, the happy, the wonderfully smart, how hard are you willing to try, or are you ready to die lost, bruised and used.

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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' -