Friday, June 14, 2013

champagne it is/////

champagne
forbidden to the taste, I dont want it except in colour
fizzling
bubbling
never before sensuality to the lust of creation
I
think
its beautiful
champagne...
intricate
delicate
divine deepness
with difference
a mystery with an unseen flavour
un....clean
some say
so what
i like dirty
neaughty
sexy
but also
whispering in the night
and not screaming opposite
I think
its perfect
makes your skin beg to glitter
and makes
life just
that bit... elegant
for ive chosen
and only one person in sudan
khartoum downtown
knows... the
man of my dreams
the man of my ...dreams
really
no other way to describe him


hes also
a bit darker than white
and blended with ...champagne
 
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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' -