Thursday, July 28, 2016

The Heart's Poetry (AUDIOBOOK) Disc 2: "I will, I would for you"

I will, I would for you
I will look for you, if you tell me that’s where you’ll be
I will wait for you, if you tell me that’s where you’ll come

I will run for you, if you meet me half of the way
I will jump for you, if down below you swear to stay

I will break for you, if you want a piece of me to keep
I will cry for you, if better then you say you’ll sleep

I will hate for you, to assuage your jealous heart
I will hurt for you, and tear the cage you’re in apart

I would live for you, if you could not on your own
I would build for you, the warmest place to call a home

I would fight for you, never let you be alone
I would fly for you, if but you promised to hold on

I would write for you, the sweetest words in all the land
I would dream for you, and place my future in your hand

I would lie for you, none of your secrets would I tell
I would fall for you, and kiss the ground to which I fell

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Thursday, July 21, 2016

The Heart's Poetry (AUDIOBOOK) Disc 2: "Trapped in Remembrance"

Trapped in Remembrance
You’re unreal, and I am deluded; but yet and still you are mine
And that is all which matters, in this world, at this time

I can scent the sweetness of you exuding from your every pore, and I daren’t breathe any deeper, for fear I may asphyxiate

Such a lovely dream is this; I hope to prolong my waking hour a millennium

For reality has become a mere transitory sham I must tolerate as a prerequisite to you

How often you chastise me for my partiality, and constantly rebuke my stagnancy

But I can hardly apologize, as I live only here, in your eyes

So fair a penance I pay for these moments and the further molestation of your memory

I never want that cold thing called sensibility to again take hold of me

I would much rather remain in atrophy with you chained next to me

So just keep me company as I persist in misery

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, July 19, 2016

The Heart's Poetry (AUDIOBOOK) Disc 2: "Beyond Recollection"

Beyond Recollection
What am I waiting for, and why am I waiting for it?
Who’s supposed to have come, and why aren’t they here yet?

What is this hollow space, and why has it become so?
Who else should have been here, and why don’t I know?

What have I forgotten, and why can’t I remember it?
How come I feel so cold when the air is stuffed with heat?

Why so many people teeming all about?
What am I still missing? What am I without?

They said I need to rest and wake up at my best
They said I was a case with such a lonesome face
They said I’m better now, but I just can’t see how
They said I need to rest, and think a little less

What was here before, and why is it no more?
Why can’t I recall the reasons for this all?

What’s supposed to be, and why can I not see?

Who has been and gone, and left me here alone?

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Thursday, July 14, 2016

The Heart's Poetry (AUDIOBOOK) Disc 2: "Patchwork Prince"

Patchwork Prince
Build him up however you like, idealize his manufactured parts
Throw in every aspect your mind can think to desire, and wrap him in a cloak of dreams

Make him the epitome of all your longing and love him exclusively
As all others continue to fall short of expectation

Only he can be trusted to hold your faith and never betray
Only he can rescue you from any trap the world may spring
And only he can keep you from falling down, over and over again

However far you travel, he will stay by your side
However loud you cry, in him you can confide

However bright you shine, he will keep you burning near
However soft you speak, he will always, always hear

Endeavor to break him down, for he will never crumble

Give to him your heart, and know he will not fumble

Polish his mounds of pieces, and make his edges smooth
Assemble a handsome face with a smile one can’t refuse

Characterize him noble, resplendent and refined

Unveil the patchwork prince, perfection you’ve designed

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, July 12, 2016

The Heart's Poetry (AUDIOBOOK) Disc 2: "All for the Smile"

All for the Smile
The silence is a killer, when you’re used to hearing the riot of a heart tearing to pieces

The warmth is a plague, dulling your senses sharpened by the abrasive chill of agony

The weight is a hand, tethering you to a dream in danger of being swallowed by reality

The tears are a fountain, springing from the furthest depths of a well ran dry

The truth is a knife, slicing through reasons still holding you back from fate’s open arms

The moment is a breeze, left after a storm has run out of rage and embraced the sun
The smile is a gift, unwrapped by a kiss

The product of one sad heart’s simple wish

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Thursday, July 7, 2016

The Heart's Poetry (AUDIOBOOK) Disc 2: "Insatiable"

Be silent as the breath passed between my lips; be subtle as the rhythm rolling off my hips

Be cautious as the snake wrapping up his prey; be darker than a shadow hiding from the day

Be gentle as the moon leaking on the floor; be swifter than the wind traveling evermore

Be solid as a rock, undaunted, virile, firm
Be passioned as the flame, and unafraid to burn

Be greedy, mad, perverse; be selfish, quench your thirst

Be all you are for me; I’ll take you at your worst

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, July 5, 2016

The Heart's Poetry (AUDIOBOOK) Disc 2: "My Nightmare"

My Nightmare
You are my nightmare, my stiff anchoring leash; the thing which remains after the dreams all fade

No matter how far I go, I can still feel you there
Choking me, dragging me, back to us

The one place to which I shall never return

Running away has become my mission; your shadow, it darkens the scope of my vision

No matter how brightly the sun deigns to shine, it still cannot burn your cold face from my mind

One day you’ll be back, I remember, you swore

So smugly you smiled as I crashed through the door

I broke from that cage, from your timeless rage

I tore out our chapter, down to the last page

You are my shame, my stigma, my pain

You are my nightmare, my long lasting chain

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad