“Stuck” is a State of Mind

“Stuck” is a State of Mind

By: Husam (Sam) Salman

Begin the processions of my many

Moves for homes, life, survival

In turn, the ushering of friends come and go
Life tries you, by right before your very eyes.
You win some, you lose some

Loves once found, seem lost

Friends discovered and discoveries,

Which only lead to…?

Their truer self, best foot forward…for the while

Then some surprise you over and over again

And you smile a lot, like it’s Christmas
At the end of the day, these people, help me love my life.

Is this thing on, the microphone, twitter, fb…etc?

DOESN’T ANYBODY ELSE CARE??

We all wear faces, and…looks, like social armor

Practically a                 mask.

But everyone is still reading you,

Shit!!  I can feel your pain from here.

You’re a novice to my Pisces.

Not saying I’ve been around the world and I, I, I

Claiming to know it all,

But I’m not brand new either!

Your scene, claims a truth

Depicts a moment, a movement,

A history in the making

Destinies will be forged here.

Amongst the thick trees, bars,

City bears and beef.

These are the testing grounds,

Battlefields queen royal.

I don’t think you found yourself yet,

That’s why you’re there all the time.

Ever put on a front,

To satisfy those around you?

Put on that winning smile,

Strut in that new draped cloth of fantastic tomorrow?

I’ll tell you one thing,

If I had a magic lamp to rub,

I wouldn’t waste a single wish trying to change my past!

Give me fortune and fame, but atop of my

Life’s rich pageant.

Walls up, stone cold face on the front.

Big watch, ‘this’ weave,

Spray on some smell good,

Do-up,

Strut!

But uh…

Looks more like an insecurity jacket,

…I’m just sayin’!!

That a chastity belt around you?

Who jacked you up?

Enough to throw away the key!

Despite pains, pasts and sorrows

Battered heart,

Manage room to love this life!

If I stepped out of this life like new

I’d be blue, wondering why I took safe.

What’s life without cuts and scrapes?

These battle wounds tell our tale

You can’t see, but pointing down at knee

That huge cut when rollerblading…

Smiling at my life.