Friday, July 19, 2013

Did You Let Me Know?

Did You Let Me Know?

By: Husam (Sam) Salman


Did somebody say the road was easy?
I’d question you.
As you stand there sucking your Spirit,
Each breath closer to death,
Wondering why some people behave
As though they are entitled - EVERYTHING?

As I live and breathe…

The airs you display for the sake of
Being seen a certain way
Being noted to hang with the “right” sort
With those can afford only what you can afford

…If not more…

Your care and consideration is only for yourself
Welcome to America
This is the land of the broken hearted
It’s my home too!
I’d appreciate you understand that I am not like you
That I don’t know what you know
That I don’t have the instincts
That you think superior to those of my own
Here we stand in the same room
Looking at one another in odds
In the hope that I’ll one day love you again, “friend”.

…Because right now, I don’t…

I know what you say and how you talk about…everyone
And how everyone talks about you
It’s odd to hear the tree huggers talk so much shit
Then turn around and hug the same shit
I didn’t ask to be a topic of your feculence

Here I am trying to love, you, him, her, everyone
To be your friend
You, standing there in your illusory catty Queen-dom
Enough shit coming out of your mouth
You could fertilize your fate of solitude

…and you’re going to too!!

I eliminate the salt from my diet
It’s the thing that prevents seeds from spouting
From the soil to even stand a chance
Ironic effect of ‘this’ type of shit
Sorry – But I’m all stocked up on the useless

…I own a PC (laptop), an iPhone 4S and a Ford (NOT a hybrid) …

So you can save your ‘face’-time for someone else
I just saw how I’m living
Moreover, how I’m hating
How I realized that I’m hating
Because I have haters in my life hating
Time for a master cleanse a detox –
One that’s the most effective I’ve done in years

…Unfriend…

I’m in the pursuit of a better me
And if I’m bitching this much about you
It’s not because I’m bad,
It’s because you’re pissing me off

Perhaps I have expectations of people
Perhaps I’m crass
Perhaps I’m too honest
Perhaps I’m able to see a flaw in something
Perhaps I shouldn’t say anything
Perhaps I say something
Perhaps you get upset
Perhaps not

…you might already know me, and my ways…

Did you say anything
To me?
Did you let me know?
Did you bring it to my attention?
Did you think the silent treatment taught me anything?
Did you think I cared?

The funny thing here,
The REAL absolution…I didn’t know
And I can’t make effort to change something
I know nothing about
If you don’t say anything
I don’t know
If I’m unaware
I will be upset at unnecessary side glances
Bitch, say something – I don’t need games

You don’t need to call me out
At a bar
At a club
At a party

Do me a solid and pull me aside
And let me know
What I don’t know.




Tuesday, July 16, 2013

If I Had the Gun


If I Had the Gun

By: Husam (Sam) Salman


I now hear the volume of anger
Frustrations spilling into the streets
I know you suddenly don’t feel safe.
Neither do I.

I know it’s not fair to feel threatened,
Especially in your own home.
I know you know the same fear.
I know better and should be the bigger man.

Maybe I can warn you somehow.
But that might not work
Should I keep it secret a little longer?

(He’s running away)

I can hide it from you and chase you some more.
Maybe you have guts to fire back.

-          -  

Someone told me to stop.
Someone had the guts to tell me the real.
Someone should have stopped me
I feel bad for not warning you.
Every day I think about the choices I am given.
Someone should have taught me better

Every time, I have a choice.
Every time, I wish I knew more; knew it all.
Every time, I wish I made the best choice.
Every day, I wish I never knew you, never saw you.
Never heard your name; and you
Never walked into my neighborhood.
-          -
If I had the wisdom, I would have told you to run.
If I had the wisdom, I would have known better than to follow you.
If I had the wisdom, you would still be alive.
If I had the wisdom, I would have listened to my heart.

Just know that I’m sorry
Just know that I love you.
I know that you might not love me back.
Just know that I do care.
Just know that I will never be the same.

My heart, broken.
My soul, damned.
My dreams, fleeting.
My life…empty.

But, I wasn’t able to muster the words,
The nerve to tell you to run,
The knowhow to leave this to the proper authorities
I’m the reason you’re no longer alive,
The mistake is mine, the guilt I bare,
I will live with that in my heart all my life.

I wish I was man enough to say I was wrong
I wish I was man enough to take the blame
I wish I was man enough to own what’s mine
I wish I was a man

I’m sorry to me first,
Then to the boy I killed - TM. 

Monday, July 15, 2013

Cologne

Cologne

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

It was that moment I had forgotten
One I hadn't felt in… Too long
Something I was unsure could be felt again
Yet here I was, eyes peering wide as if my heart were about to pound right out of my chest
Washing over my body in pulsing waves of urgency
Veins like rivers whose banks now flooded
My senses alert like a hunter
Then it happens…