Monday, May 29, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Wasting Us



Wasting Us

Thinking of you is a waste of time, but I’ve never been frugal, so who cares?

Certainly not me, and certainly not you

Definitely not you—and who cares about them?



Thinking of you is always a waste of time, especially when the phone is right there, and my mouth is right here

Usable…abusable…misusable



But I’m tired, and I can’t feel my legs anymore

My arms won’t move, and my eyes remain fixed on the ceiling



Did you know it’s full of cracks? Just like my head



Just like my—or was that your—heart

I think it was ours; I think they were ours

My heart, your heart, our hearts



It’s all the same…right? Wrong—you said it was wrong

I remember, you told me it was wrong—all wrong



But what was it?



Was it you, was it me? No…it was us



It was always us



Thinking of you is a waste of time, but I’ve got too much of it, so who cares?

Not me, and not you

Certainly not you—definitely not you



And them…I don’t even want to think about them

They’re worse than a waste of time; they’re all a waste of life

A waste of breath—a waste of me



Or was that you?



I think it was us…it was always us

Wasting each other, wasting our time



I still can’t feel my legs, but I can reach the phone

I can reach you



I’m tired of just thinking; I’m tired of being wasted

I want to take my time now and spend it with you, on you and me



Forget about them, it’s all about us



It’s all about us; we’re wasting us

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, May 22, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Let it be Known



Let it be known

Let it be known you’ve done your part; let it be known you’ve raised me well

When the verdict is passed, and judgments are made

Let it be known I’ve done you proud



If ever they ask what made me so, what made me strong, what helped me grow

Let it be known I came from you; let it be known you loved me true



When I stand in the light, when I shine with a smile

Let it be known I was well worth the while



Let it be known you gave me the best, and that in return I gave you no less



As they heap to me praise, as they give grand applause

Let it be known I bow thanks to you



Let it be known that all my success, that all my prowess was a gift from your hand



And last, when the curtain falls on your stage, let it be known you’ve marked every page

In the book of my life I’ll extend everlong; let it be known in me you’ll live on

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, May 16, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: All They Ignore



All They Ignore

She’ll climb out of bed just like before, and she’ll air out a smile to wear on her face

Never minding the fact it stretches too tight, or the edges are frayed and revealing her scars



As long as she keeps it from falling apart, they never will see—they never will look



Its part of the game of what we ignore, and they’ll play just like always, just like before



She’ll walk down the street with eyes straight ahead, flinching at shadows, grinding her teeth



She’ll blush at their touches, and laugh at their jokes

But true joy will never again fill her eyes

And then in the night when torment begins, she’ll scrub her skin raw and bleed out her sins

One for each penny, one for each dime; one for each dollar they gave her each time



A life for a living—the trade off she made

Her soul for a meal—the price she’s long paid



In playing the game of all we ignore, she smiles just like always, just like before



She climbs out of bed; she walks down the street

She cries in the night, and never can sleep



She hurts and she laughs; they never do see

She falls and she breaks; they never do look

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, May 9, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Never Enough



Never Enough

Never was I enough for you, always you wanted something more



More than a servant, more than a fan, more than a shoulder, more than a hand



Something bigger and brighter you saw, always before you looked back at me



You worshipped your gods and lived in your dreams

You cast me aside for much better things



Never, not once, you told me to stay; but always I followed when you slipped away



Always I waited, near you, behind, hoping to someday enter your mind



You took what I gave, and made me your slave



You shattered my heart, and kept every part



Never could I be enough for you, always you wanted more than myself



More than your servant, more than your fan, more than my life in the palm of your hand


© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, May 2, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Our Love



Our Love

Our love was but a feverish dream, exhausted by heat, cut fleetingly short

We used up our luck first in meeting, then relied on pure chance until wrenched apart



Divided, we wandered and courted despair

Distanced, we stumbled, disconnecting our hearts



Our paths converged at one fatal point, surrounded by chaos, paralyzed by peace



The world was our tree, the city our nest

You flew in to roost, then flew out to sea



Farewell was the word you left on my lips, and never again I expected we’d meet



Our love was but a senseless gift, commissioned by fate to be snatched away

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad