Monday, September 23, 2013

(POW)_ its easy to do wrong..

Sure its easy to be a gangster
but it takes sweat to sit and study from a light candle
Easy to send 3 texts of anger
rather than think of 73 excuses of good
oh its way easy to shout and scream
and think evil thoughts
rather than take a tonne of water and quench that madness away
oh it so easy to speak about mustafa
when you really should be looking at yourself
its just really easy to see the bad in others
but not so easy to see the bad in yuorself
oh so wonderful to sound courageous and smart
when inside youre really just a deck of cards
waiting for some water to turn into mush
easy to
turn the lights off at night and let the devils in
rather than turn the lights on read Quran and push them all out
oh so easy to look llike the world has eaten you
rahter than do everything in your power so
youre the one that eats from it
its really easy to sit on a couch while the azan is beautiful
but a hard thing to do get up and pray in that ...instant timing
that A+ heaven dream
and never forget it
its easy to forget
but hard to remember

tell me when was the last itme you remembered something beautiful/?

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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' -