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