Monday, December 31, 2012

Ode To Time

One last time for a first encounter

One less moment spent in stasis

Forgetting the gales of a distant past

Moving forward into a fresh memory

Daily we drift in a circle, never ending its repetition

Seek to break its fragile border, if only for an intermission

As the moments stack up, and time slips away

We all begin wishing, for more in the day

But try as we might to slow it down, the time never fails to hit the ground

And no matter the course, it falls away

Leaving nothing to chance, and less to say

With each and every old new day             

We find ourselves, then die away

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Friday, December 28, 2012


Fickle is the Heart

Blown frequently by emotions

Stolen repeatedly by man

Broken oft-times by betrayal and disappointment

Dangerous when given to obsession

Easily corrupted by greed and blackened by jealousy

But remains to be

Man's greatest weakness and fickle strength

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad