Monday, September 3, 2012
What can you do 2?
How hard are you willing to try, or is it easy for you do just die,do you see at as once that you can liive ,, or are you willing to compromise the chance he gives, from 6am you did so well from when you were born he was never absent, he chose you amongst others, but just like he gave you big dreams he gave you bigger challenges, ones to trick you to bring you down if you like to surrender, for you must want it first, to break down, How hard are you willing to try, to be distinct, to be the boy untouched, to be the body, unseen, to be the body favoured, to be the clean, to be the young, to be the unconfounded, to be the right, the youthful, the true, the happy, the wonderfully smart, how hard are you willing to try, or are you ready to die lost, bruised and used.
The taste of life 1
You should be hungry for life for life is sweet, tasty and magnificently beautiful unless you cannot see or feel that unless your taste buds of enjoyment are all malfunctioning - unless you are unaware of your existence and your pure of heart and life is worth every bit, I feel sorry I ever waste time crying, or feeling sad, i wish I could take back a lot of thing s but i figure that is more time in the bin dreaming abuot yesterday.... I will win this fight , to love and love true, to develop my existence so it makes sense, and have meaning for i do not want a result of boring schedule, or lifeless heart, I want to change , Ya Rab change the whole of me , Ya Rab help me see what it is I am missing and help me be blind to what it is that destroys me and help me hear your words and help me save my life from pain and illness, ya Rab all I want is what you give me I am sorry if I make you feel otherwise for I am an emotional rollercoaster that does make you throw up. Ya Rab help me , change me, save me from myself, and do not let me live in this world except with a distinction for I may not deserve it but I want it for them, I want it for myself, I want it Ya Rab, help me get all the things you plan for me , Ya Rab
Sunday, September 2, 2012
What can you do 1>?
A life worth living
is yours>?
A life filled with energy
is yours?
A life with prospering activities
is yours?
A life with healthy days
is yours?
A life with challenges won
is yours?
A life with determination that empowers
is yours?
A life with no boundaries
is yours?
A life where you're a hero
Are you?
A life when time is priceless
Is your time priceless?
A life when hardships are small
how big are yours?
A life with no stop signs
How many have you stopped at?
A life where you pay attention
where is yours?
A life raining with focus
What rains upon you?
What rains upon you
A devils plan
they attack in different ways
like when you think your prepared or when you think its ok to let your guard down
they attack the easy things first like time waste or ego
and then they make you feel proud of your existence enough to make you forget your weaknesses
and then bam they target your pain your desires your wants they get to your emotions and wishes and they access your goodness and steal it all, you start to feel hypnotised , lost, and unbelievably tormented with something that you want that you can just see and you want to put your hand out and reach for it
they make you think they can give it you , they trick you essentially , they want you to try, tehy bend on their knees for you, they touch the world for you and offer all it is you want, that you could ever need, they make you feel, everything you ever wished you could feel, they make you see, all it is you want to see, its always perfect, it's always the right light the right time the right way, the right things, the right music, they interfere with you senses, paralyse your ability to control, they play the game until you lose, they want you to lose, you have to lose, its only a matter of time ,,,,,for them. they have all the time to spend, they have all the tools to try , they have all the new ideas and modern abilities to govern .....You what are you going to do? let them?
like when you think your prepared or when you think its ok to let your guard down
they attack the easy things first like time waste or ego
and then they make you feel proud of your existence enough to make you forget your weaknesses
and then bam they target your pain your desires your wants they get to your emotions and wishes and they access your goodness and steal it all, you start to feel hypnotised , lost, and unbelievably tormented with something that you want that you can just see and you want to put your hand out and reach for it
they make you think they can give it you , they trick you essentially , they want you to try, tehy bend on their knees for you, they touch the world for you and offer all it is you want, that you could ever need, they make you feel, everything you ever wished you could feel, they make you see, all it is you want to see, its always perfect, it's always the right light the right time the right way, the right things, the right music, they interfere with you senses, paralyse your ability to control, they play the game until you lose, they want you to lose, you have to lose, its only a matter of time ,,,,,for them. they have all the time to spend, they have all the tools to try , they have all the new ideas and modern abilities to govern .....You what are you going to do? let them?
This right here
This right here is only for your eyes to see, although in my dreams i have other fantasies, like proving to the world i really am correct, but in fact all I want is to be for you perfect, I want you to love me forever not because of anything except that you want to, it would kill me if you thought I was pathetic, or ugly or if I made you feel in anyway come out of love with me, this right here is only for your eyes to see, I would give anything to you, if you loved me forever in return, gracefully, easily, for I love that you may need me, and want me and think of me with all happinness in your mind, I want you too but I want you to say it first, you hav eto say it first, I am a shy girl, I am even more shy around you, but if you come closer and whisper words that are the secret code, then I wont be a secret to you no more.
White BMW's
they come my way
big and small but all white
and I fight my entrance into a dream free and extended with love
as I only wish for good grandeur
so maybe it will just be a dream heart dream. for it can never be right as it is filled with expensive material and fuming jealousy, although all I really want is to see him love me , and to see him want me and to have him hold my hand as I enter our lives together and I want to surround myself in white for him, with white BMW's that match a white dress - a romantic petrol of images burns inside me
and white roses that scent of fragranced future
with white stars that smile and white cake that tastes impossibly perfect
white love, pure of heart and stronger than the strongest metal
to beat anybody's wrong - our love will be
White BMW's have come and gone and left me with the rupture of a dream
like a speeding extravaganza and a rapid surge of fantasy , like wrong medicine, like an allergy to the future - i scratch to forget now
for it is not the time or the place for beautiful allergies
It is not the time or the moment for white sirens to attack my heart
White papers against the devils work
I want them to remain white and never be stained by failures or regret
Indeed I have 2 days to regret again ..........fajr misproportions
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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' -
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' -





