What Moment Gave Time Meaning

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What Moment Gave Time Meaning

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

Love runs by like

A river in springtime,
But lust always runs away –

Never looking back,

He’s too busy thinking of himself,

He notches his belt…yet again.

What do you hold onto,

Through time

And what have you

Used this time for,
This borrowed time,

This time

That is never ours,

Especially when we wanted it

most?

I held you close

Naked – our bodies

Finally beating

Tribal drum,

Our rhythm rocked -

The room,

Our souls,

The night

Away.

You held me after

With tender touch

And wantons edge.

Me

Desperate to hold

Onto that moment,

Forever….for soon

It will be gone,

…Again...

I must seem like a freak in

Those precious moments,
Holding you like

You’ve been gone for years

(I barely even know you)

And that I’m afraid I

May never see you

Again…

Because I know - once it's lost,

It’s lost

That some’thing’…we will never get it back

Again.

In the den of harmony

In the cradling arms of

That tender moment

I thrive

My existence,

Though seemingly fleeting,

Cherished life

In the new dawn – hope

Remains on my agenda

But it rarely sticks to schedules

You can understand the challenges

There

Don’t let those moments

Go untouched

Through professions of

Love

Through the body,

The soul

Today

Ours is the only fire that

Burns bright,

Tomorrow perhaps lingers

As fading embers

Or

Even nothing at all.

So don’t be afraid to

Be

And say

What you really

Feel

Who knows right? -

Here today

Gone…. tomorrow?

Television Today

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Television Today

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

Commercials that make food

Come to life

Make me not

Want to eat their

Creepy food.

(I change the

Channel)

American football

Has become so violent

I'm guessing someone

Will die this year from

Their injuries...

On the field.

(I change the

Channel)

Reality TV - I've noticed

People have no regard or

Consideration for others,

As of late,

It's been a rude society

We live in.

Ill educated and ill mannered –

My father would say.

(I change the

Channel)

Death Commercials

Are comical -

You're shocked

That I am text

While driving?

-

I'm shocked

That you’re shocked.

Welcome to 2013.

(To be fair,

I'm also not shocked

That you drive like shit)

(I change the

Channel)

Car Commercials make

Me sad that more cars

On the road

No longer come standard

With turning indicators

As a standard feature

As seen on TV.

(I change the

Channel)

You can guess what

Channel this is…

Most of gay men

Are whores because

Some people are too

Immature to want to

Grow up.

Some people just fear it.

Other guys think it’s a

State of mind.

Is being a whore

The definition of

“Showing your pride?”

(I change the

Channel) 

Picky eaters

Carnivorous cavity

(I change the

Channel) 

Constantly satisfying

Your lust and sexual desires

Satisfies your love from

Ever having to exist.

(I change the

Channel) 

Debate about Immigration –

You'll know the tide has

Changed

When Mexicans

in Los Angeles

Drive better cars

Than the Koreans

(Though I doubt that

Will ever happen

Based on the way

This current world

Is spinning.)

(I turn off the TV)

What The Water Has Given Me

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What The Water Has Given Me

By Husam (Sam) Salman

Pride and humility struggle

Like Oprah and dieting

Empty are the hands I use

To reach, to learn these vast

Lessons.  No mentor, as I am

Expected to learn these alone.

No guide, freefalling – reaching

Out into the dark – reaching

To see if I bump into some

Other mistake in life.

It was just me and my scotch

At night, contemplating life,

Mistakes and the like.  It’s that

Maddening glow of the fireplace

That would mesmerize

Allowing uninterrupted self

Introspection. I toast the fire,

Wood as its’ offering. It hissed

And me remaining silent outside

Of my head.  In the time of life, I

Do regard my wellbeing

As measured by moments of joy.

The warming dance beyond the

Hearth caresses my cheeks. 

I can always count on tomorrow

To offer me way too much,

sometimes,

just a little more than

I’m use to; other times – BOOM!

I drank way too much,

Buzzed, now slinking my ass

To bed.  

Patriots

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Patriots

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

Motionless, there the body lays dead.

His victor, now soulless, stands hovering after.

These are the defenders of you and I

And America the beautiful.

Who’s teaching these kids to kill

With the purpose to educate the world?

While wondering on foreign sands

For the triumphs of war – to the victor

Goes the spoils – Spoiled Brat!

Looks like we’re winning…but

Winning what?

What are we losing in exchange?

A piece of mind is being offered up

As bait from the nightly news,

In exchange for our worries – of which we

Nary partake.

Like sharks teeth tearing at the flesh,

The truth is media raped these days

You hear what you’re told

Take it or leave it…it’s going to remain.

The internet just makes matters worse

What’s true anymore?

Truth, is becoming obsolete -

Perception, though trivial, takes the reigns.

Of Today

Of Today

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

The day has yet to climb the hill

To my house – and break.

I rolled out of bed reluctantly

Drifted down the avenues

In the search of coffee,

To jumpstart my mind.

Still slung over from

Last night’s fair.

In the daytime, beyond the

Boulevards, I see skaters

Ollie over the same hole in the

Road.  They sit and discuss

Life – through the vast window

Of knowledge gained in their

16 years on earth – Buddha’s.

In the afternoon, I’d hear

The ice cream man rolling through

My neighborhood for the skaters'

Daily injection of self worth

And gluttony.

The shadows grow long

And the sky radiates red

Just for that one spectacular

Minute – where death and ambition

Seem to merge.

Casting poor shadows the

Waxing disk hangs in its’ cycle

Circling us ‘slowly’.

That smile on my face,

Unexpected, but obvious

When you think –

This life is all we’ve got

And today was beautiful.