Tuesday, February 21, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Only Pretend



Only Pretend

It’s only pretend, but I love you, I really do

It’s only pretend, but you hate it, I know you do



It’s only pretend, but I’ll promise, I am true

It’s only pretend, but you believe me, I know you do



It’s always pretend, but I have you, I really do

It’s always pretend, but you want me, I know you do



It’s always pretend, but I need you, that much is true

It’s always pretend, but I believe you, you know I do



I only pretend, but I love you, it’s all I do

I only pretend, but you need me, I know you do



I only pretend, but they hurt you, they always do

I only pretend, but you trust me, you know you do



I always pretend, but I have to, you know I do

I always pretend, but I stay here, just for you

I always pretend, but you know, I know you do

I always pretend, but I’m real, almost for you



I’ll only pretend, but you’ll see me, you always do

I’ll only pretend, but you see me, I know you do



I’ll only pretend, but I know, how much is true

I’ll only pretend, but I love you, you know I do


  © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, February 14, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: The World is Dead



The World is Dead

Short were the days of imagination, and precocious the dreams of the modern youth

Rushed along by dark temptations, ruining the floors of old foundations



So much of little which has been said all comes down to the world is dead

Is rotting in the devil’s bed, and poisoning the scholar’s head



Long has innocence been denied, as sin to all has been prescribed



In wickedness their hearts do lie; torn from the tit the babes do cry



Again, so much of little said pays tribute to the world is dead

Corroding in the devil’s bed, polluting all the scholar’s head



Lost is their faith and fidelity, forsworn all the rules of morality



Madness is spread out so far and wide, in every child its roots now abide



Indeed, so much and little said, gives credence to the world is dead



Is buried in the devil’s bed, and has destroyed the scholar’s head



  © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, February 7, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Balderdash



Balderdash

Upon my roof the rain did splash, as thunder shook the window glass

Within my head my morals clashed, as my heart whispered balderdash



On its hook the phone did ring, and in my ears a voice did sing

In my mouth my teeth did gnash, as your lips fashioned balderdash



Through the mirror on the wall, I saw you standing proud and tall

Your footsteps rose and fell too fast, as I ignored such balderdash



Under skin my bones did quake; beneath your arms my shoulders ached

The heat fogged up the mirror glass, as you promised sweet balderdash



Across the sky white lightning flashed, and then I heard a deafening crash

I wondered I should be the last, to take for granted balderdash


  © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad