Saturday, November 2, 2013

Gold or Dust?

Imagine if you had the keys to open your mind 
and portal through extravagant  flavours of everything
you could ever imagine just be anyone you want to be
imagine if you could breathe the air to make you healthy
and live every cell understanding why youre here 
and living for a pure and honest reason
to lvoe God and to make him happy
imagine if goals were simple and truth was wonderful
imagine if you could honour your body and obey your freedom
be who you want 
imagine if you never had to think about regrets or guilt or wasted time
time would lying on the floor from your energetic battle , you the sword in your hand
imagine if all your time was like Gold
each second u used wisely turned to gold
each one you wasted 
turned to dust?
how much Gold or dust would you have?

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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' -