Sunday, April 29, 2012

A new paragraph 3

A Dream to be Original and Yet Subtly Similiar to Magic, A Dream to be unimaginably soft and meaningful strong and yet filled with the sunset aroma of fresh night, A Dream that may or may not come real but may come true , If you just believe A Dream of a girl who wants to fight and win who wants to have this as her prize, Who wants to share it with the one but who want the one _ God to be the only one to give it to her - Love

i ask myself

I ask myself
what holds me down
answer
lack of faith
I ask myself
why lack of faith
answer
I dont know
I dont know why i have this lck of faith within me
when i once used to own myself and al that i believed in
I dont know the answer
all i know is that im unhappy
and very out of touch with myself
and waht i am
and waht i want
i think god
has given me this time to think about it
when he didnt give the time to others///////

Friday, April 27, 2012

what is it that i want 3

I have a lot of dreams
too many of them maybe
that i cannot hold them all safe 
 and then all I can see and all I can hear
is when they fall
and shatter to the ground
lifeless
useless


and i wonder have i tried everything
have i worked hard enough
have i asked the right way
and have i admitted my mistakes
???


I think
is this what i really want
to show
to dance shyness away
to stare faith right in the face and leave
to act
to state the fact that i can only barely pass

I think
what is it that i am capable of doing
and how fast am i capable of doing it

packs and pack of tries that have failed in my head
 something has to change
and its not going to be in  my amount of dreams
its not going to be in their quantity


Today is too new

new day
new way
never again a broken day
even if fallen
even if mistaken
new age
new page
new station
as part of the forgiven nation
even if wrong sensation
new life
the right wife
in the right time
new stop
for new go
new accelrator
after a newpause
new cause
new chance
never a past glance
new steady
even if not ready
will be ready
and it will not be heavy


life
 

new paragraph 2

unable to wake at5 and see the view
and taste the air
i fall aslep in the damned of weakness
and yet i insist to make myself a new paragraph
to write a new paragraph
for happinness can be rewritten
and can always be created
through the heart and soulful mind
i think to myself i wish i was sitting in that picture
wonderign about lifeand love drama and sense , what i really want and what i really need
how far away am i and how near am i
how beautiful am i and how strong am i
and can it all be healed
i think
who would be with me
that is left unanswered but i know
i know
that it wil lbe someone who also wants to
rewrite happinnes
and who feels amzing when with me
and who wants to be with me
and who loves me
drastically unchanged
and yet similarly different
I listen to a radio station miles and miles away to feel close
the world is strange
and i feel even stranger
bbut i am happy
and i promise myself that i will write my paragraph
opening middle and end
 that way i want to write
the words that i want to use
the style i want it to be in

 

new paragraph 1

I have a lot to say
in private
in dreams
in magical repair
I have a lot to give
in song
in words
in tune in harmony
i have a lot i want to offer
i want to start
a new paragraph
a new page
a new life
with you

with you
i want to do it all
love and fantasy
with you

Wednesday, April 25, 2012

a detour

A line of magic, a new portal of difference, a road with different journey
even if today
you always have two choices to make
and if u think for a second more or try a minute harder
you can change your life
because the things you hear, the images you see the way your mind is affected
can drastically change everything
the key is strength
and the want to want something different

 i love to write poetry
or words
i feel like i really did love to write poetry
and that i deserve a new chance to write
better
stronger

I feel like a new window i opened
an old door i closed
a new gate i unlocked
and i am
i am
walking away

 no more compromises
no more weak strategies

 walking away
and ill never stay
in a broken day

no more running
no more chasing an evil fantasy
no more surrendering
no more acclimitising

i refuse to be driven away
from the true things i love
from the dreams
the good ones

I am not like everyone else
I am hope
and i love it

its time to get a good vibe
no more pulling up at red lights
just green
and a brave pedal

cinnamon queen
and african queen
modern queen
and smart queen
lucky queen
diva queen
faithful queen
and certainly not a drama queen
and this is how i will do it
from now on


the stronger i get
its like flavour comes back into my pores
and life flows back in my veins
and love springs back into my bounce
and the angels can reenter my home
and my heart

two souls entwined in the blink of an eye
its that simple
and only then will i turn to you

if i day dream about you
then it must feel right
otherwise its not special
or diffrential from lacking

i cant deny the way im feeling
overjoyed that i took a detour
and it feels like a true dream
a beautiful reality
and all thats on my mind and all that im thinking is
what can i do to make it last as long as possible

i starting to link future motorways
with todays highways








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' -