Red, White and Black

For a while I lost the sensible sense of my heart
I foresaw a horrible end, and forgot the beautiful start
I got used to portray its flaws and send back every shot
So, I smile at the memory and exile every correlative thought

I might have escaped one battle, but not the entire war
I reached up high, yet ended up strained on your floor
I broke away, far away, but I stored the key to your door
If I wanted to let go, what am I still stuck here for?

Yes, I’ve missed you; my feelings aren’t that hard to crack
We can survive if we try; but our love is red, white and black
You proved me wrong, but didn’t gain my trust back
Baby, it’s not what we only have; it’s what we surely lack

November 16, 2010
Cristel Moubarak

Lost And Found

A pen is lost, when the words are out

The thoughts are disoriented; when the feelings are opt to shout

A planted seed of hope is yet to be a baby sprout

To support me in a storm, a backup of silent doubt

Just when the surroundings settle to present the upcoming grand

Change kicks in and sabotages the ever planned

Never as unsure as now seems to have over spanned

Across a vague rail of disguised quick sands

Lost in a world bigger than my imagination

Yet smaller than my hopes and aspirations

I promise to be back whenever I’m armed with determination

When it’s easier to crush stones with hands than my dreams with limitations

Sacrifice the life to enjoy the after party fest

Where all the leaders of success gather to finally rest

Claim a prize of an ending, much more like a key to invest

In a future that has been mystified, called out the last for the best

April 11, 2009