Monday, December 11, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: The Depraved Snare

The Depraved Snare

I stole an angel from heaven tonight; it was quite an easy feat

Pure beings are simply drawn to sin, like butterflies to a spider’s web

Those wings I sheared were splendid, a pity to throw away; and so I froze them quick, preserving their memory for later days

One would think it’d be a task, to lure a pet so fine, from the cage of god’s sweet sanctum, to a bed of filth and crime

But lo, look, behold; the angel loves the grime, and heeds my siren’s call, every single time

Fidelity holds no weight, equal to my chains

I wrapped that angel tight, and played no foolish games

You call me as you will, a devil, whore, a shrew; but angels still will fall, to me instead of you

Such beauty I adore, my pleasure is their pain; I do not crave redemption, I lust to see their shame

All angels hide a heart, beneath smooth velvet skin, which beats unsteady rhythms, and takes flight just for sin

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, December 4, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: The One in a Million

The One in a Million

There’s a million people out there who’ll never touch you, not even in the slightest, most insignificant way

There’s a hundred thousand people out there who will never meet you, even in passing, during the course of any of your few short days

There are ten thousand people out there who’ll have a face you’ve seen, but never can remember, and so will forget in time

There’s a thousand people out there who’ll see you, speak a word, shake your hand, kiss your cheek, and say goodbye

There are a hundred people out there who’ll give you time, be your friend, share your joy, and reduce your sorrow

There are ten people out there who’ll fall for you, chase you around, attempt to fight your battles, wipe your tears, and fail miserably to win your love, before disappearing

Then there’s that one person out of a faceless million who’ll pop out of nowhere, seize you by the heart, turn your world inside out, and then actually have the audacity to leave you hanging by a thread

After shattering your each and every foundation

That is the one you must look out for

That is the one who’ll become your all

That is the one in a million others, who if you’re lucky enough to catch, and smart enough to hold on to

Will be the very reason you were born

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, November 27, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: A Portrait of You

A Portrait of You

Masculine, cream, born first from a dream; manifested in lust as something unclean

Slender, yet firm, a marvel to touch; these hands they do crave to mark you so much

A vision of greed unveiled to my eyes, you’ve worn out your sleek and gentle disguise

I see you but for a beacon of sin, and pray you to never wane flaccid again

So violent you love, convicted, precise; you’ve cleaved through my heart in one simple slice

I’d have you to leash my being with pain, and force my surrender to your savage reign

You beast of a man, your ardor is cruel; and for you, am I, renown as a fool

No calm can be kept near your flagrant storm; you are but a blaze, made fervidly warm

Consume now my flesh, bite through the skin; drink from my soul, again and again

Ravish the body, slave but to you

My master, my love

I burn just for you

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad