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 



Tuesday, August 15, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Love's Ado



Love’s Ado

Love, it is that vacant spot, the thing that winsome writers jot

Down hoping to perceive more clear, the thing which we all grow to fear

For much too easy it comes near, and far too often, disappears



Leaving fingers stretched in vain, bringing tears down like the rain



Love, it is our greatest pain, the thing that warps great men in shame

For neither fortune, nor their fame, can succor them from such a bane



Love, it is a dangerous game, with rules that few can ever name

And many faces, true and false, to blind all those it may accost



With rosy dreams of silk and lace, or cherished lips they long to trace

It offers poisoned, juicy fruit, which tastes like heaven’s stolen loot



Love, it is a tempestuous thing, for which our mouths may scream and sing

It is the reason we all feign, and accept each foolish, hurtful dream



Love, it is a precious find, which in truth we do not mind

For all its wasting up of time, it still erases every line



Dividing us in heart and mind, and leaving us within a bind



Love, it is our strangest friend, that leads us on straight till the end

  © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad