Wednesday, October 24, 2018

Reflection of the Beast (Live)



Reflection of the Beast

Panic, flows deep, running beneath cold skin

Eyes, freeze open, as knees meet the floor



Slowly, you’re choking, and the air pulls tight

It burns, through your lungs, as you shiver in fright



Say now, what’s wrong?

Why so afraid?



I’ve only just showed you, the scars that you’ve made



Are they not to your liking, now once they’ve healed?

No longer, not bleeding, the flesh which was peeled



Do you wish I had sheltered your mind from this pain?

Or rathered I suffered, alone in vain?



How selfish you are, my dastardly devil

And cruel to be sure, as you watched me wallow



In this filthy mess of a broken cage, you have become fuel for my blackening rage



And no matter the words you use to appease

You will never escape the jaws of this beast



For it feeds on your each and every strain, and drinks like wine, from the depths of your shame



And slowly it grows, stronger and stronger

As it rips through your body in ravenous hunger



Tell me now, as I stare in wonder



What has, will become, of you…most pitiful monger

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Tuesday, October 16, 2018

Ode to Time (Live)




Ode to Time

One last time for a first encounter

One less moment spent in stasis



Forgetting the gales of a distant past

Moving forward into a fresh memory



Daily we drift in a circle, never ending its repetition

Seek to break its fragile border, if only for an intermission



As the moments stack up, and time slips away

We all begin wishing, for more in the day

But try as we might to slow it down, the time never fails to hit the ground



And no matter the course, it falls away

Leaving nothing to chance, and less to say



With each and every old new day

                                                                             

We find ourselves, then die away

 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad

Wednesday, October 10, 2018

Mother (Live)




Mother

Beautiful she is, a vision to hold

This mother of mine, more precious than gold

I love her so, this much is true

And wish her life, till death comes due

It matters not, her debt of sin

I’ll still love her, until the end

And if the world, at once should fall

I will love her, best of all
 © 2009-2012 Raheema Muhammad