Monday, October 9, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Love's Suicide


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Love’s Suicide

Tell me please, what is your name?  I need to know, if it’s the same…

Just as the one who broke me down, and left me lying on the ground



Tell me why you sit and cry, when I’m the one who took the lie; mistaking it for loving truth, and wasted my most precious youth



Tell me what you sought to gain, by causing me to go insane

Did you love to see my pain, and revel in my naked shame?



Did you feel no sympathy, as you watched such tragedy, coming down, befalling me, as you stole so readily; with zealous hands straight from my soul, pieces spun from spools of gold



Lacquered in the lust of old, varnished with the love you sold



Tell me all the reasons born, from your mouth once filled with scorn

For my solemn eulogy, and my heartsick misery



Tell me now, that I may see, all myself I’ve lost to thee

Tell me lies of splendid truths, bound within my silken noose
© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, October 2, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: The Lovesick Fool


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The Lovesick Fool

Your mouth, it speaks in pleasant rhymes and spews forth slews of lovely lines



It spins a web of fragile lies, which clouds my vision, blinds my eyes



I fancy that soon you’ll drain me dry, of all the tears I’ve left to cry



I fancy you’ll be my tragic end, and never will I love again



Your hands, they’re filled with selfish greed; they covet all you do not need



You take my heart but for a toy, and rob it clean of any joy



I wonder now, how can it be, you still possess some part of me



Not yet ruined, laid to waste; but glowing soft upon my face



Perhaps I am a wretched fool, drowning in a noxious pool



Filled with just a bastard’s blood, who is too cold for sense to love



Perhaps although I curse your name, I’ve grown accustomed to the pain

Perhaps you are but as the rain; a temporary, sad refrain
© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, September 25, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Heart of Mine


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Heart of Mine

Dear heart of mine, you are so blind; you break so easy all the time

I do so wish you’d stay in place, and would not run each foolish race



My precious heart, you rest in pain; you reach for every fickle flame

That does so burn and set you off, into the sea, home for the lost



Your misery flows within my blood, and causes such a violent flood

It overcomes me like a drug, with each and every heartstring’s tug



Dear heart of mine, I do regret, the fact that I have always let

You drive me into maddening traps, of luring love, made for saps



My precious heart, I surely would, rip you out, if but I could

I’d lock you up, forget the key, and cling tight to my sanity



Never again would you be free, to fall apart, and ruin me



Dear heart of mine, you’re far too blind; you waste all of my valued time



You drive me so far out my mind, that reason and sense get left behind

  © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad