Friday, June 1, 2012

I dream of....

I dream of white satin and roses try
to blend in harmony and not cry
I dream of shimmers of sandal and wood
I dream in your eyes I am understood

I dream of pearls glistening closeto midnight
I dream in your hands i am the love you never want to fight
I dream of overlaps of threads and delicate armoury
after shave and whistful sanctionary
in your song with me

I dream of chaos that calms
I dream of madness that reasons
I dream of weakness that strenghtens
I dream of a love that is hard to beat

I dream of you
i dream of me
and nobody
in between
ever

I dream of white
 Idream of black
I dream of a love that nothing can attack

I dream of me
 idream of you
 I dream of us being simple but true

I dream of a  future with you by my side
handsome soldier
i never forget you
you aer my unforgotten tide

rythym of my heart calls me to bleed
for your memory that needs
me to remember
all you are
and all i am with you

all I am
and all you are with me

I dream of white or gold garden lamps
I cant decide
I dreams of henna hands matching
that cant divide
i dream of two souls meeting
that were meant to collide

I dream of a powerful love
like powerful marks
or a powerful song
like a powerful statment
or even a powerful end
 I always dream big
but I never chase it to the end


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I am afraid
only from the damage i can cause myself
 Iam afraid of my own neglects
and over percieved power
I know it is good to stay strong
but only if you have the capability to protect yourself
do I?

I am afraid from the agner I have caused
and hte regrets i have managed an the lies i ahve said
and the days of love i have misse
d and days of evil i have kissed

but i should not be
i should trust god
and everything he means
and everything
faith is beautifully
and calmly
i should be strong
becasue i ahve faith
and i have God to pull me through

Ya Rab pull me through and help me
i need you even thoug h
i have done too many mistakes
even though
i have done too many wrongs
ya rab i want to do a perfect right

ya rab i am not here to just get in
same idea as heaven
i am here  to get to a heaven
ya rab let it be 

Monday, May 28, 2012

what makes me

what makes me cry
what makes me smile
what makes me wake
what do I stake
to feel...happy

what makes me change
what makes me arrange
all the particles of my hearrt
to eat right
and never fight
for whats wrong

what makes me dream
and what makes me seem
real

what makes me scared
and what makes me bare
to the soul of tired war

what makes me free
what makes me me
what makes me become
the woman i want to be

what makes me hope
i just wana cope
with all that i wana make true
with you
what makes me forget

what makes me remember
what makes me remember

what makes me never surrender

so 4rth and I feel wonderful
how many times have i tried to
a million or really when you think about it

none
ive never tried

POW_the beautiful sudanese woman

Picture of Words _ The Beautiful sudanese woman - between dreams and reality

vast debt

Dreaming is dangerous filled with beautiful lights and miraculous extensions of anything you want happening
I dream so much of you of a night with butterflies and satin of table cloths freshly linened and white
of us white and new
dreaming is dangerous for dreams need power energy and electricity lighting my whole heart with infusion of hope
like a bad remedy I live on the extremities of thinking about you and imagining you near me and iwth me like one
dancing living
dreaming is timeless even though each second i run out of time to conjure more
its like i am poverished as all my wealth has gone to creat you our image our smiles our love
it holds me and breaks me the amount of  beauty it casts
dreaming is the death of real for no longer am i real without you
I canot breathe without you
i cannot do anything without you
i love you so much I can barely breathe
dreaming is a fanasy like an addiction my whole body aches
but the pain is black crystal like a new mercedes benz
i ......dream wwithout accident but the consequence is vast debt

Sunday, May 27, 2012

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out there

Out there i want to be
brave
powerful
kind
good
forgiven
proud
unashamed
modest........
God I am not modest at all
tragic
my pain is all out of lack of modesty
not for anyone but for me
for me 

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' -