Thursday, December 6, 2012

are you ever to be... intoxicating 2?

 I want to be intoxicating for you
lost in your arms and your eyes to see
I want to be feel that im sensual and iresistable
heartmending
for you
I want to be intoxicating to the touch
soft to touch like the softest mark there is
I want to be delicious to smell
like a powerful sweet aroma that makes you want to lose control
 I want to be intoxicating to have
like having me is all you desire
for we mend each otehr
and we blend with one another
perfectly to make the right colour
i want to be intoxicating to watch
whistful
joyous
bringing good things to all that come
I want to have that night more than anthing in the world
maybe in the same place who knows
and if it is
God knows I will look that the place I sat in and
remember the girl who wanted to be intoxicating and
became one
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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' -