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Tariq Zaqout Poem
As your eyes face the light,
Angels roar in sheer delight,
Hymns of prowess fill the air,
A life is born to slay despair
Hear the winds, dance and breathe,
Feel their joyous, tender breeze,
Watch the moon smile and pray,
For the moon, was born today
As the golden bricks join hands,
While building us our kingdom’s lands,
Watch as fate embraces our souls,
And gets our hearts in love to fall
Listen close, as our hearts concord,
Three hundred beats, so far ignored,
Touch my hand, feel its veins dance,
Behold as my soul is enthralled and tranced
Oh moon of my life, let’s not lament,
Bathe your skin in your man’s scent,
Wear his lips as your sceptre and crown,
Dive in my blood, and you shan't drown
I look for words but words betray,
And so I’ll ask, I’ll ask away,
I shan't ask for affection,
Nor shall I for fame,
But I wrote my name on your lips
May I kiss my name?
Copyright © Tariq Zaqout | Year Posted 2014
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Aesthesia you say, while sense is the moral
Stop signs gone,
let's go on,
lets go further
Your heart, in a state of pathetic deprivation
deprived from love,
from faith,
two souls in segregation
Did destiny plan this?
Were we meant to be friends?
Or is it a test for our sincerity,
to see if it bends?
Never concupiscence it was,
but rather a happy angel
Pouring tears of joy over two birds
kissing like no strangers
Again, I think with a heart filled with optimism
A new heart, filtered, accepting no criticism
accepting to die and vanish with your death
accepting to cry your tear,
while giving you a last breath
Dignity, pride, sensibility,
all crush to the shore
the shore of the love ocean,
letting out the sweetest roar
and positive thoughts all over
in my dead heart
gives it hope, a sacred hope for a new start
Slaughter not my dreams,
for they're yours as well
let us share this life between us,
and on the past not dwell
and if your heart became solid rock
that ocean of love, would melt it,
and within me it shall be stuck
Copyright © Tariq Zaqout | Year Posted 2009
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The sound of her footsteps
An echo dancing in misery
As the windows bow to this epiphany
Holding hands with the dim light
Hugging the warm night
The sound of a violin appears
Crying out of fear
Clouds pouring tears
The sky starts to scream
Even reality chooses to dream
Love has forsaken my fragile sins
I haven't felt a thing ever since
Even the green carpets left the stage
Left me an ink drop on a torn page
I reminisce on the old days
When our lilies used to sway
When your smile got me shivers
And our imaginary sons used to play
But did you have to leave?
Couldn't you just stay?
Stay in my arms I beg you ..
If only you knew,
How much I pray….
Sing for me .. Sing my eternal song
Come to where your heart belongs
Let's bathe in moonlight
And kiss the night away
Tell me where you are
And I'll know the way
Copyright © Tariq Zaqout | Year Posted 2011
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Rays of the sun reflected my sinful image on a blood river
got every wrongful part of me to quarrel and shiver
happiness is what i sought, remorse is for givers
every natural-colored spot ON my heart turned silver
Inspiration was my fantasy, clouds were my sky
death scares me,yet i desire it, desire to die
was it shame? shame that i see with blinded eyes
never saw glittered water, ON the surface of the sun they hide
What did i do so wrong?! for God to choose me a sinner
the horizon line infront of my dead soul's corpse got thinner
even the power of nature couldn't uncast HIS deadly glamour
my wish in life was to win yet i lost,never been a winner
Life has tightened its strains on that poor heart of mine
Did I? did i indeed have a heart? to feel how LOVE could be so divine
but yet , all my sins were purified, by the scene of the horizon line
taught me that at times, forgiveness , was the crime of all crimes
Grandeur i did not seek, i realized, it was only a fake wish
a gesture to my undecided inner-self,with hidden pureness so rich
recently knew how heart pain was nothing like a normal stitch
If Jesus Christ u believed, then how could you my other cheek ditch?
For if you felt it at its peak, you would have utterly known
that DEATH was your close friend, and I pushed him away to the unknown
you wouldn't have given me those looks, those ocean-roars,those frowns
if only you knew how much i begged the clouds , "thee not ,at her, throw stones"
then you would have saved my soul , saved our sacred vow , saw our blond sons
shared the feeling of bliss and GRANDEUR with your love, the unholy one !!
My source of inspiration (L)
Copyright © Tariq Zaqout | Year Posted 2009
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