Monday, June 26, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Always Never, Never Always



Always never, Never always

I’ve always been giving it time, as though I have an endless supply of hours, of minutes, of seconds to throw away



I’ve always been holding it in, as though letting it out could somehow do more damage to my long since pulverized heap of a heart



I’ve always been waiting it out, as though patience ever really stops the rain, or pressure does more than simply numb the pain



I’ve always been slow to act, as though I need a definite cue or a neon sign to point me front and center



I’ve never been real good at giving it my all; I tend to hold half of everything worth showing back



I’ve never been real quick to take chances, even ones offered on a platter, because they scare me—and they do bite



I’ve never been so stuck on a concept that I can’t convince myself of its impossibility



I’ve never been this far out on a limb without seeing the ground rush up



And I’ve never, never been able to fall so hard for someone who always manages to catch me before I break


 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, June 19, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Utterly Detached



Utterly Detached

I have no real attachment to you; I just like your eyes

They’re so blind, and yet so clear—they’re lovely to look at



I see myself perfected in your gaze, untouchable as a queen, brilliant as the stars



But I have no real attachment to you; I just like your eyes



I have no true affection for you; I just love your ears

They’re so selective, yet so attuned, to every whispered, idle word



I speak and you listen; you never forget the things I say

I lie and you still listen—you never ignore the things I say



But for you I have no true affection; I just love your ears



I have no real opinion of you, be it good or bad; I just know you’re there, or you’re here, whenever I want you to be



I have no true need of you; I just keep you around



I like your eyes—I love your ears

But I remain unattached to you
 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, June 12, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Those Like You



Those Like You

There are some of us, like you, who would ruin something beautiful—just to see if it will last

Just to see if it will fade when you throw it to the ground



There are some of us, like you, who would paint a lily black, just to see if it will shine

Who would tear a rose to shreds, just to see if it will grow



There are some of us, like you, who would study to comprehend what makes a picture feel alive

What makes a song to resonate within the heart, within the mind



There are some of us, like you, who would logically explain the reasons for humane emotions

Who would dissect a dreamer’s words for a rational, sound foundation



And there are some of us, like me, who would pity those like you

Who would take the beautiful—and change it to something plain

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Monday, June 5, 2017

The Heart's Poetry: Graduating from Yesterday



Graduating from Yesterday

We’re sliding into the coat of tomorrow’s skin, and stifling the litany of yesterday’s pains

We’re trading in our tattered shoes for a classier, more comfortable pair



And we are opening the door which will lead us into an endless world of opportunities



What may come, or what may leave us empty, jaded, all washed-up

We’ll think not of, we’ll push aside, and cling but to our hopes and dreams



Those old regrets, that bitter remorse, well swallow with a shot of faith

We’ll seize the future with calloused hands, and we’ll never fall back to yesterday

© 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad