Tuesday, September 27, 2016

The Heart's Poetry: Hell on Earth

Hell on Earth

Here lies the shell of broken peace, a misshapen mirage, home to the least

Of those cast off from heaven’s gates, who chase their sins, and seal their fates

Here rest the hearts, smothered by hate, choked with despair, and loved too late

These are the ones, all forced to wait, for cold damnation to dissipate

There stands the prison, of heartless ambition, beholden to men, who took on the mission

Of further staining the blood washed flag, and driving the world so foolishly mad

These are the graves of miserly knaves, beaten by greed, besieged by slaves

Therein they burn with lusts for gold, of which their hands may never hold

This is the pit which lies beneath, to trap the fools with hasty feet, running ever swift to meet the doom which they all long to cheat

Here is the place to which they fall, the ruin of them each and all

The place of every sinful bird, shot down to hell, and never heard

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, September 20, 2016

The Heart's Poetry: Melancholic Departure

Melancholic Departure

Hush, be still a minute more, contemplating not the door

Standing firmly guarding us, from the ever painful thrust

Of reality’s cold, unfeeling blade, which is the price that must be paid

For the cloying delusions made to keep us always so afraid

Of what awaits us in the dawn, such gentle lights but set to con

Us out of still more treasured dreams, all ripped to shreds from weakened seams

Wait, please just until they come, then perhaps we both can run

Far from all their dreadful lies, and their scornful, damning cries

Love, don’t see me with such eyes, filled with sorrows I despise

To see within your precious face, taking joy’s long ravaged place

Please, don’t say you must go back, for I wish to never lack

Again your presence held most dear, for losing you is what I fear

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, September 13, 2016

The Heart's Poetry: This Too Shall Pass

This too shall pass

To all things, a time, a season

For all dreams, a hope, a reason

As this be so, I know that last

Eventually, this too shall pass

I will not feel you evermore, and soon I’ll be just as before

Empty at my inner core, with no warmth felt in any pore

To this love will be an end, just to start the clock again

Running down the seconds till, another flame breaks through the chill

In my heart another stitch, will be sewn to mark the switch

From one pain I’ll have surpassed, for another yet to pass

To all things, there is a time

But for you, I do not mind

Wasting hours in the glass, for this sweet love which too shall pass

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Wednesday, September 7, 2016

The Heart's Poetry: A Devil's Deal

A Devil’s Deal

If you’ll be my angel, I’ll be your sin

I’ll chain you down to earth again

I’ll clip your wings, and watch you fall

Into my arms, away from all

Who may just try to steal you back, and break you out the gilded trap

Which has been set for you alone, to catch you in a cage, now home

If you’ll hold my heart, I’ll burn the key, to unlock the shackles restraining thee, from any thought of leaving me

And never will I set you free

If you’ll just ignore the warning sign, I’ll let you be just only mine

I’ll stay with you for all of time, and slay all those who cross the line

If you’ll tell me you love me so, no matter what, and even though

I am a jealous, vengeful soul

I’ll keep you always as my goal

If you’ll just stand and care for me, I’ll show you I will always be, faithful only just to thee, and never will I leave you be

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad