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



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