Monday, December 18, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: For the World

For the World

World be wide, world be small; world be home to us all

Should we not then keep it clean, preserve its soil, help keep it green?

Why pollute the virgin air, which once was pure, and is so rare?

Why let smoke and smog defile, the breath we breathe and turn it vile?

World be full, world be loved; world below us and above

Spacious skies reflect the seas; tender Earth supports stout trees

The many creatures we ignore, they suffer as we feed each war; we fight and fight, destroy our home

This world we know will soon be gone

World be still, world be calm; world provides the healing balm

World is beauty, world gives life; world is mother, God’s dear wife

Are we not all children of, the natural Earth which shows us love?

Which gives us shelter, food to eat; a place to grow and plant our feet?

How then can we be unkind, to this world as old as time?

How then can we rape the Earth, and strip her clean of all her worth?

World be gentle, world forgive

The cruel hearts of those who live

Leeching off your healthy breasts, while stabbing through your bleeding chest
© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

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

Monday, November 13, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Heart's Wide Open

Hearts Wide Open

Hearts wide open are easy to bruise; they’re always first robbed and harshly abused

Why then, you wonder, do people still choose, to keep them wide open like slow witted fools

Perhaps it’s because though tempered by pain, hearts left wide open have treasures to gain

They catch tricky love, which slips in and out, through cracks in the doors locked always by doubt

They beat out their rhythms, persistent and clear; they sing in loud voices you can’t help but hear

Hearts ever open are easy to please; they’re quick to forgive and dust off their knees

They stand oh so tall and soak up the rain; and still they stay open and love just the same

Hearts kept wide open are precious in truth, for often they’re jaded and locked during our youth

Perhaps though they’re robbed and used and abused, hearts held wide open stand nothing to lose

Unlike the hearts which never do gain; for they stay shut up to hide from the pain

Perhaps all it takes to vanquish the bane, is simply to open our hearts to love’s reign

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, November 6, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Like a Secret, Like a Song

Like a Secret, Like a Song

You and me, we’re like a secret, just waiting to be told

Hidden from the weary world, we guard our love like gold

For it is rare and worth the steal, for thieving, savage souls

Jealous always they will be, of our treasure trove

You and me, we’re like a secret; we keep them guessing still

Always stressing just until, their envy paints them ill

You and me, we’re like a song; a jam-packed euphony

Brimming with enchanting notes, drawn deeper than the sea

You and me, just like a song, we’ll scream bold melodies; we’ll climb over the selfish fools, slave to their miseries

You and me are like a secret song they’ve never heard

We’ll sing and whisper of our love without a single word
© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, October 9, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Love's Suicide

Love’s Suicide

Tell me please, what is your name?  I need to know, if it’s the same…

Just as the one who broke me down, and left me lying on the ground

Tell me why you sit and cry, when I’m the one who took the lie; mistaking it for loving truth, and wasted my most precious youth

Tell me what you sought to gain, by causing me to go insane

Did you love to see my pain, and revel in my naked shame?

Did you feel no sympathy, as you watched such tragedy, coming down, befalling me, as you stole so readily; with zealous hands straight from my soul, pieces spun from spools of gold

Lacquered in the lust of old, varnished with the love you sold

Tell me all the reasons born, from your mouth once filled with scorn

For my solemn eulogy, and my heartsick misery

Tell me now, that I may see, all myself I’ve lost to thee

Tell me lies of splendid truths, bound within my silken noose
© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, October 2, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: The Lovesick Fool

The Lovesick Fool

Your mouth, it speaks in pleasant rhymes and spews forth slews of lovely lines

It spins a web of fragile lies, which clouds my vision, blinds my eyes

I fancy that soon you’ll drain me dry, of all the tears I’ve left to cry

I fancy you’ll be my tragic end, and never will I love again

Your hands, they’re filled with selfish greed; they covet all you do not need

You take my heart but for a toy, and rob it clean of any joy

I wonder now, how can it be, you still possess some part of me

Not yet ruined, laid to waste; but glowing soft upon my face

Perhaps I am a wretched fool, drowning in a noxious pool

Filled with just a bastard’s blood, who is too cold for sense to love

Perhaps although I curse your name, I’ve grown accustomed to the pain

Perhaps you are but as the rain; a temporary, sad refrain
© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, September 25, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Heart of Mine

Heart of Mine

Dear heart of mine, you are so blind; you break so easy all the time

I do so wish you’d stay in place, and would not run each foolish race

My precious heart, you rest in pain; you reach for every fickle flame

That does so burn and set you off, into the sea, home for the lost

Your misery flows within my blood, and causes such a violent flood

It overcomes me like a drug, with each and every heartstring’s tug

Dear heart of mine, I do regret, the fact that I have always let

You drive me into maddening traps, of luring love, made for saps

My precious heart, I surely would, rip you out, if but I could

I’d lock you up, forget the key, and cling tight to my sanity

Never again would you be free, to fall apart, and ruin me

Dear heart of mine, you’re far too blind; you waste all of my valued time

You drive me so far out my mind, that reason and sense get left behind

  © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, September 18, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: The Deviant Ones

The Deviant Ones

We are the outcasts, your disparaged springs, of wisdom and faith; of virulent dreams

We hold the future inside our breasts; we’ve viewed the memoirs, and seen all the best

But still, you hold us in plaintive contempt; and yet won’t accept the reason we’re sent

You pitfall of vipers, you are so far gone; we soon shall not speak and let you alone

We are the painters, of illusions you crave; we are the writers of words you once gave

So freely from hearts, now tarnished, enslaved; by whimsical wealth which leads to the grave

How soon you forget the echo of rain, the elusive warmth felt just after the pain

Has been washed away, alongside dismay, which fills up your mind, and ruins each day

How soon you forget your innermost self; smothered and starved, in vulnerable health

We seek to remind you of all good things; your passion, your hope, your innocent dreams

We are the ones blazing the trail, speaking for they who sigh and travail

We are the only life left in this hell; and without our lights…you surely will fail
 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, September 11, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: When Cupid Missed

When Cupid Missed

At first sight, I saw purity as yourself

Untouched somehow by the world, you were candid and clean

It was then I noticed the first arrow, viciously sharp, embedded within my heart

And I realized, cupid had victoriously made his mark

I was stunned and bewitched beyond rationality

There was no questioning my actions; I vowed and sought to taint you

Such vile purity I could no longer stand

You became my obsession, my obligation, my disease

I do not regret craving you; I do not regret the madness of my desire

I would have you know, I only regret the season, the age, the time

All of which were out of my hands, entirely

I did only as was proper, was convenient, was absurd to good sense

And when the final arrow was shot, I did not care to see, when cupid had traitorously missed

It was from this point onwards I vowed to steal your heart, by all means permitted

It was of no great matter that you were a light, and I the dark

I cared not that you would destroy me

I only wished to possess yourself, and all your vain purity

I only wanted to be, your tragically beautiful decline

And when cupid missed your heart, I still considered you, as always

Just mine

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, September 4, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Intrusive Reality

Intrusive Reality

When reality intrudes, illicit dreams hide away

Forsaking us, watching in dismay, hoping that maybe they’ll return someday

When reality intrudes, smiles turn into tears, as truth assaults once deaf ears

Now open to receive the brunt of fear’s, unpleasant shot straight to the heart

Painfully accurate, within even the dark

When reality intrudes, we rush to meet denial, only to be caught like a thieving child

In the midst of transit, most futile, of an unseemly faith, not worth the while

When reality intrudes, we’re dragged to a place

That neither you nor I, would wish to face

Alone, without a goal to chase, within a land so filled with waste

When reality intrudes, it’s never a guest

But simply a rude, demanding pest, we long to stuff into a chest

With locks and chains, the very best

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, August 28, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Lascivious Sensations

Lascivious Sensations
Sighs, they fall from parted lips, as fingers paint the curves of hips

Swaying to the steady beat, of rhythms hashed by dizzy feet

Spines, they tingle with the bass, electrified by tones encased

Within the air no longer chaste, but ravished by the words all laced

With love, so thick you can just taste, them melting slowly down your face

Running backwards to your throat, like sweet slick honey on chocolate slopes

Eyes, they close in ecstasy, as arms stretch up and minds go free

No longer bound to simply be, laden by the world we see, soaked with blood and misery

They drown themselves in fantasy

Craving the feel of fond release, which comes just as they snap the leash

Taking them in with frisky arms, spinning them round through blazing storms

Of thundering motions, wild and swift

And raining waves of utter bliss
 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad 

Monday, August 21, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Suspicious Love

Suspicious Love

Why do I adore you so? Honestly, I do not know

Could it be your perfect smile, or your eyes which do beguile me every time I look your way

Forgetting reasons to behave, in such a way promoting sense, before I go and jump the fence?

Why do I feel so insane, as each whisper of your name, teases both my tender ears, seducing me to rupturing tears?

Why does just the thought of you, blot all others from my view, and push me into fantasies, plagued by you, my heart’s disease?

Why am I sucked in so fast, by toothsome words that will not last, beyond the up incoming year, you’ll slip away, no longer near?

Why have you transformed me so, into a creature filled with woe?

Could it be you wish to know, just how far my love may go?

Could it be you can’t perceive, nor find it simple to believe, in such a blatant, na├»ve amor

Striving to break down the door, leading to your wounded core, crying out for nevermore

Another love to botch the chore, of healing up the blistering sore
  © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad