Tuesday, February 6, 2018

The Heart's Poetry: Critical Inducement

Critical Inducement

Inconspicuous girl melding to the wall, spies conspicuous boy dominating the world

Curious eyes stare on in wonder, as ungainly feet succumb to the thrill

One beat, she’s drifting, the crowd is so dense

Two beats, she’s swimming; pulse racing, so tense

Three beats, she’s spinning, out of control

Four beats, she’s stumbling, into a black hole

Scandalous boy playing his game, grows bored with the haste, knows it’s all the same

Cynical smile belies barren eyes, as hands expertly seize half the night’s prize

One breath, he’s drifting, the air is so foul

Two breaths, he’s swimming, his head has gone wild

Three breaths, he’s spinning, engulfed in the lights

Four breaths, he’s grinning, she’s caught in his sights

Impregnable heat suppresses the chill, as wolf, the big bad, goes after the kill

Little sweet red, riding the wave, should have known better than to thus behave

In such a manner, enticing the beast, to come forth to play, to capture and feast
© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, January 30, 2018

The Heart's Poetry: Phantasmagoria


Useless words, meaningless phrases, spill from the mouth of a dying cherub

An angel with concrete wings steps through the ruins of a dream desecrated

The entrails of innocence lie withered in the dust

The ribcage of reality is all that remains

Poison drips slowly from thickening clouds, corroding truth’s foundation

Acidic questions gather on the tip of silver tongues and melt away, as answers hide in the shadow of lies

Apples roll through pits of snakes, coiling, hissing seductive notes

A single bite begins the cycle as mad Alice chops off the rabbit’s foot

Chaos orchestrates the final scene, ushering in destruction’s coach

London’s bridge goes up in flames, as my fair Lady becomes a whore

Ashes, Ashes, falling dust

Whirlpools of despair

Pandora’s Box is locked away; and with it, all hope for brighter days
© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, January 22, 2018

The Heart's Poetry: Definite Denial

Definite Denial

They all say, just let it go; as if I never even tried

They advise me, forget what was, and accept our love has died

Petty consolation prize, a proffered drink of real

To wash away the lingering touch of hope I dare to feel

As I contemplate grim reveries, my thoughts trip over you

And again I find myself thus floored, declaring it’s not true

That you and I, no longer us, no longer we will be

That now the after ever won’t be spent so happily

Well blast the awful fairytales!

Those fake princes and their charms!

Who needs a magic genie’s lamp or shiny wishing stars?

I charge them all to tell me now, let go and to forget

As if I’ll truly back away and let this be just it

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad