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 

Tuesday, August 8, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: My Precious Thorn


My Precious Thorn

Dear precious thorn, I love you so

And cannot stop, as even though you hurt me always to my heart, my soul cries out from every part

To feel your painful, sharpened lance, with each and every smelting glance

You send my way through clouded mist, and cause my thoughts to drift and shift

Beyond the bounds of rapturous list, which holds me fast within a fist, so tightly bound in lawlessness

I curse you so with bitterness

Most precious thorn, I cannot see, myself no longer minus thee

Nor can I fathom, life to be, something sweeter without thee

Deeply lodged within my mind, sinking further every time, poisoning me with hot thick wine

Dripping slowly down my spine

My precious thorn, you draw the worst, up out of me, with every burst

You cause me but to thirst and thirst, for you to be the very first

To be the last to shred apart, the tender flesh around my heart

To rip me open, see the part, of me yet trapped inside the dark

My precious thorn, you’ll never know, just how much I love you so

And cherish your sweet constant pain

For in my heart, I feel your reign

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad 

Tuesday, August 1, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Bitter Circumlocution


Bitter Circumlocution

Time is short and running out, on those of us who live in doubt

Of the purpose we are born, and the truth for which we’ve sworn

To always follow and receive, and not refuse, but to believe

With all our earnest, stone like hearts, which melt in pieces every part

As we go each day about, swimming constant in and out, of peaceful waters streaming fast, and burning hells we move on past

Touching not their fickle flames, and wearing not their filthy chains

Which seek to bind us to the ground, and drag us further, down, down, down…

Into the graves for which we’re bound, to fall into without a sound

Warning us off a quick demise, which hides within the bed of lies, they all make up with foolish dreams that fall apart right at the seams

Just as they pick each crooked path, with no great thought to who was last

To travel down the winding road, which leads straight to a dark abode

In which they cannot ever thrive, for none within are left alive

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad