Monday, September 18, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: The Deviant Ones


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The Deviant Ones

We are the outcasts, your disparaged springs, of wisdom and faith; of virulent dreams

We hold the future inside our breasts; we’ve viewed the memoirs, and seen all the best



But still, you hold us in plaintive contempt; and yet won’t accept the reason we’re sent



You pitfall of vipers, you are so far gone; we soon shall not speak and let you alone



We are the painters, of illusions you crave; we are the writers of words you once gave



So freely from hearts, now tarnished, enslaved; by whimsical wealth which leads to the grave



How soon you forget the echo of rain, the elusive warmth felt just after the pain



Has been washed away, alongside dismay, which fills up your mind, and ruins each day



How soon you forget your innermost self; smothered and starved, in vulnerable health

We seek to remind you of all good things; your passion, your hope, your innocent dreams



We are the ones blazing the trail, speaking for they who sigh and travail



We are the only life left in this hell; and without our lights…you surely will fail
 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, September 11, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: When Cupid Missed

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When Cupid Missed

At first sight, I saw purity as yourself


Untouched somehow by the world, you were candid and clean





It was then I noticed the first arrow, viciously sharp, embedded within my heart


And I realized, cupid had victoriously made his mark





I was stunned and bewitched beyond rationality





There was no questioning my actions; I vowed and sought to taint you





Such vile purity I could no longer stand





You became my obsession, my obligation, my disease





I do not regret craving you; I do not regret the madness of my desire





I would have you know, I only regret the season, the age, the time


All of which were out of my hands, entirely





I did only as was proper, was convenient, was absurd to good sense





And when the final arrow was shot, I did not care to see, when cupid had traitorously missed





It was from this point onwards I vowed to steal your heart, by all means permitted





It was of no great matter that you were a light, and I the dark





I cared not that you would destroy me





I only wished to possess yourself, and all your vain purity





I only wanted to be, your tragically beautiful decline





And when cupid missed your heart, I still considered you, as always





Just mine

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, September 4, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Intrusive Reality


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Intrusive Reality

When reality intrudes, illicit dreams hide away

Forsaking us, watching in dismay, hoping that maybe they’ll return someday



When reality intrudes, smiles turn into tears, as truth assaults once deaf ears

Now open to receive the brunt of fear’s, unpleasant shot straight to the heart

Painfully accurate, within even the dark



When reality intrudes, we rush to meet denial, only to be caught like a thieving child

In the midst of transit, most futile, of an unseemly faith, not worth the while



When reality intrudes, we’re dragged to a place

That neither you nor I, would wish to face



Alone, without a goal to chase, within a land so filled with waste



When reality intrudes, it’s never a guest

But simply a rude, demanding pest, we long to stuff into a chest



With locks and chains, the very best

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad