Sunday, July 21, 2019

Chapter 4_a sharks bone

A sharks bone 
Don’t forget that 
And so are your habits
So are your stoppages so are your disasters
Your inabilities are a sharks bone to your heart
Your weakness is  a sharks bone to your soul
Your stupidity is a sharks bone to your mind
Your methods , your deviations, your instabilities
And your passions 
But you can change that
You can make your mind
…. Frame to fit
Explore to expand
Go wild to calm
Breathe to fine motor
Breath taking patience
What you need is to believe
And ask yourself
What is it you desire?
What is it you can do about that desire?
What is it you can do right now to own control?
For isn’t that what you desire? 



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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' -