If 6 were 9

If 6 were 9
If 6 were 9, maybe you and I Would be 1 complete and powerfully unique Soul,Instead of 2 lost and searching Lovers. . .Yearning for a warm heart and loving arms.If the world were mine I'd take the glitter inYour eyesAnd scatter it across the midnight sky.The breeze would carry the scent of Your loveAnd the raindrops the sweet caramel of Your lips. If life were a dream I'd make youMy King, and we'd live without worry or fear.And the definition of love would be We, you and I. . .
Tarek Nassif
21/02/2007

Invisible

Invisible
I walk alone in the dark,And yet the light still haunts me;You don't protect me.My voice may be mute,But the screams inside me are piercing;You don't hear.The pain is to much to endure,Fallen tears lie at my feet;You don't see.I'm not fit to live,But not ready to die;You don't care.Am I invisible,Or are you just blind?You don't know.You'll never know
Tarek Nassif
21/02/2007

Second Hand

Second Hand
You are the tick that precedes my tock, Your love moves my spirit Like the second hand on the clock.Working sixty times harder than any other moving hand,Yet holding its rhythm Like a drummer in a band.Always overlooked when asked Do you have the time?Never recognized for its efforts When the alarm clock chimes.Is the second hand worth the Assembling of its parts?Is it needed to give life...a new start?Receiving all the attention when, We lose our spark.For the second hand is the only hand, That moves with the rhythm of your heart.When was the last time you looked at the Second Hand?
Tarek Nassif
21/02/2007

The Mirror

The Mirror
A face unaware of pain,That's the way I may appear.With no obstacles to overcome,And a path that's always clear.Behind a mask is where I hide;So you cannot see my eyes.For they are the windows to my soul,Which is where it's safe to cry.What the mirror has discovered,My disguise cannot hide.It knows I fear the shadows,And the pain that's stored inside.As I look to the glass,Tears cloud my eyes.I am shown the truth within me;And the mirror never lies.Through the eyes of the blind,In a world of deaf ears,The reflection in the mirror,Is the object of my fears.
Tarek Nassif
21/2/2007

The Rose

The Rose
With beauty so remarkable. And strength pure and clear, Her spirit is a work of art ,Yet her face is stained with tears.From the world she can conceal, But no matter how hard she tries, Her soul still rains with tears,That will never reach her eyes. For her radiance may be great, But for those who want her dear,Thorns will tear their flesh, As desire evolves into fear. And to her unique elegance, Her beauty cannot compare,But to discover the truth inside ,Others would not dare ,And so this priceless treasure Will forever remain unclaimed, Until we respect the thorns, Or hands cease to be maimed
Tarek Nassif
21/2/2007