Tuesday, August 30, 2016

The Heart's Poetry: The One

The One

I am your heart, selfish and weak

The battered receiver, whom life may cheat, out of a victory, honeyed and sweet

Over the lovers, born never to meet

I am the one they all ignore, who houses the pain of every sore, and suffers alone behind each door, blocking the warmth for which they whore

Themselves away for nothing more, than something to relieve the bore

Of empty life and words they pour, on every aching, burning sore

I am the one who shouts in vain, for every little inner pain

They hide away beneath disdain, for the ones their hopes have lain, down only to be dashed and slain

And caused their necks to bow in shame, for every drop of acid rain their eyes cast out all just the same

I am the one they crush with hate, during each and every useless wait, for something always much too late, to fix their foolishly made mistakes

I am the one they keep in chains, behind the bars of heartfelt shames

The one they wish to all shut out, but whom could never live without

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, August 23, 2016

The Heart's Poetry: If Only

If Only

If only we could pick and choose, the ones we love and never lose

A single wink of sleep at night, and never even have to fight

To keep a heart without a fuss, belonging always just to us

We’d never fear to fall apart, or break another fragile heart

If only we could all foresee, the ones with whom we’re meant to be

Forever by the side to love, we’d never have to look above

To every lonely wishing star, that sits on high and sees so far

Into the hearts of every one, and grants each wish that can be done

Within the lines of stiff reason, that makes our hearts commit treason

Against all better faulty sense, that causes us all to fold and wince

If only we could just take back, our words and heal each painful crack

We’d never have to care at all, for those we push and cause to fall

If only we could stay so blind, as we cross each single line, into the hearts and through the minds, of every one we leave behind

If only we could really choose, we’d never have to all refuse

To listen to our hearts and love, when love rains down from up above

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Wednesday, August 17, 2016

The Heart's Poetry: The Pain of Love

The Pain of Love

How often we choose, to love and lose

And bury our lies, beneath half truths

Piling on each and every day, regrets of words we long to say

How often it seems, we’re forced to wait, for each and every single break

Within our shattered hearts to heal, before love comes again to steal

Yet another tattered piece away, from the mess of shards we hope to stay

Intact at least for one last day

Before love comes and plucks away, again another sad excuse, which we put forth for no good use

But to maybe keep at bay, the pain of love for one more day

How often we find ourselves in tears, as each new love digs through our fears

Throwing them all into our face, as panic sets in without a brace

To make an even bigger mess, of the shards still left within our chests

How often it seems, we never learn

From each and every slow made burn

To keep away from love and lies, which drain in drops through heart sore eyes

How often we choose to crash and burn

For useless love, our hearts all yearn

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Thursday, August 11, 2016

The Heart's Poetry: The Observers

The Observers

We are the silent, watchers of man

The moving, forgotten, dwellers of land

Stretched below the fading skies, we’re buried, unheard, beneath their cries

For freedom, redemption, grace, or revenge

We all watch them heap their sins

Upon each back, and heart sore man, there lies await to drag them in

To their graves without a crown

Each man is swallowed, within the ground

No longer claiming, a love or thing, beyond the peace, which death may bring

We are they, bound to see, the reasons why this all shall be

And to this end, we rise and fall

And watch forever, the lives of all

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Wednesday, August 10, 2016

The Heart's Poetry: Separation Anxiety

Separation Anxiety

Bland is the day, tastelessly cold

Filled with dark spaces, and bottomless holes

In your absence I wander, miserably through, each well placed hour

Lamenting and blue

My thoughts they circle, round about you

And my eyes they run, desperately through

The faceless crowds, all aimless and fake

Hiding their hearts, all waiting to break

Beside my own which screams for you, in a voice so mad, yet pure and true

It scorches the earth, and fills the air

With drifting smokes of my despair

Forsaking a slowly burning heart, which burns the more like loveless art

Lacking splendor in every part, it fades away while we’re apart

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Thursday, August 4, 2016

The Heart's Poetry (AUDIOBOOK) Disc 2: "All I can think of"

All I can think of
I wanted to write something that would touch your heart
Something that would tell you everything in one breath

Something full of the passionate vibrancy of love and veneration I am unable to express adequately in reality

But in the end, this was all I could think of…

I want you with no hesitance, no alternative picks and chooses

I want you and every last bit of yourself, from your head to your heart, to your nightmares and your dreams
I want every last scrap of your remains once the world has burned you out

I want you in life, in death, in secret, for all time
I want you to be, to want to be, always and forever mine

I want you, just you, and absolutely no one else

I wanted to write something that would touch your heart
Something that would hold you captive if only for a moment

Something strong enough to manifest my better half long enough to give me a fighting chance against your barriers

But in the end…I’m no good with words, and you remain to be all I can think of

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, August 2, 2016

The Heart's Poetry (AUDIOBOOK) Disc 2: "You were beautiful"

You were beautiful
You were beautiful once, before we met, and I showed you all of the ugly things
Hidden behind the camouflage screens, cutting you off from a cancerous world

I brought the infection to your door; I injected the truth into your ears
I opened your eyes with a poisonous kiss; I stripped you of innocence and drenched you with guilt

You were beautiful once, before we met, and I showed you all of my ravaged heart
Cursed by revenge long overdue, entombed and suppressed by molten regrets

I playacted your savior, though you were my salvation
You guarded my faith, though you were my hope

I arrested your dreams, but you were my prison
I freed you from them and bound you to me

You were beautiful once, before we met, and I kept from the world how exquisite you were

You were beautiful once, before we met, and still, even now, I’m unworthy of you

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad