Death · Everyday Life · Guest Author · Love · Religion

No God’s Here: by Asoka

I tried to smoke it off but the pain won’t go away

The bottle’s nearly empty and I still wanna die today

I popped a couple pills and I kinda feel okay

My forty-five is for me and I’ll have to use it one day

 

She, really did hurt me but

I, control my death these days

As, I hold my gun to my brain

I, know my demons don’t go away

 

But that is okay, I’m always this way

A shot to my brain, I drink the bottle again

I’m so full of lies, can’t swallow my pride

I don’t want any fucking help

 

I’m not okay, I wanna die

My demons are always tryna pull me in

There are no tears, I have no fear

My body has become numb again

 

I know will burn, won’t get no urn

I ready to go that way

All of this pain, so little gained

My humanity has died away

 

I don’t need another half

I only want money and drugs

Changing my love, like changing my gloves

Cuz I don’t ever feel that way

 

No gods here

I’m King of Death

I’m am not new to this

Cuz I had invented this

 

I am a god, fucking the devil for her looks

My heart is dead, I killed it just to know myself

Relapsed again, my drug of choice is destruction

My mind it’s slipping, I’m so narcissistic

 

King of Death, I’m in control

I watch the hammer cock back

My pistol’s black, the bullets are cold

Fucking my demon for her wealth

Everyday Life · Literature · Travel

Don’t Give Up 7/24/2018

Anything of value

takes awhile to get

 

Need proof?

 

When was the last time

that something quick …

 

made you truly happy?

 

If you changed your passion

your mission

your goal

 

every time you failed at doing what’s next

every time your sacrifices bore no fruit

every time your work and your dreams, became vapor.

 

you’d do nothing but fail.

 

but if fail

and try again,

you can’t fail worse,

 

try again and maybe …

 

you don’t fail.

Maybe it was worth something.

 

maybe that dream,

is more valuable

than all alternatives,

 

“Ever tried.

Ever failed.

No matter.

Try again.

Fail again.

Fail better.”

– Samuel Becket

 

“Don’t give up”

– Josh Preston

 

“It was worth it.”

– You

 

 

Everyday Life · Guest Photographer

My Soul for a Penny 7/23/2018

I don’t do what I want to do,

I do what I have to do,

80% of the time.

 

another 10% is for sleeping.

and that last 10% …

 

is where my life happens.

 

I have spent four hours

making a square move

when I press the “a” key

 

I have spent 5 hours

typing up my most intimate feelings,

to be skipped between selfies and memes

 

I have games no one can play

I have poems that make 4 cents a month

 

They say to do what you love,

not because it becomes anything,

but because you love it.

 

but what if, like your work, you are becoming nothing,

nothing more than games no one plays,

and poems that mean nothing,

 

what if you sold your soul for pennies?

I do what I love 10% of the time,

how am I supposed to breath the 90?

Death · Everyday Life · Religion · Travel

My Dear Goliath 7/6/2018

Somewhere out there waiting

my Goliath stands,

a titan among men,

blinded by his strength

cursed by his own size

 

so high on his mountain

he can not see the truth

of the world around him

the glare from blooded loot

 

so fat from his treasures

he can not hear the screams

of those his might has crushed

stolen or demeaned

 

and though I may die

or even god forbid,

 

grow giant just like them.

 

right now I am breathing

right now I am being

happily collecting rocks

 

no it isn’t steel

nor mighty bars alike

just pebbles, hopes, and dreams

on the slings of all my might

 

for the blind can not see

the fat will not hear

the titanic never feel

 

and by the gods,

some curse or gift,

I do rightly feel

 

and oh, those dear Goliaths

will know my worldly weight,

for all my rocks and visions

will move you from that space.

Love · Nature · Travel · Uncategorized

Flower Apollo’s Need 7/1/2018

My sun shines sweetly

kissing all my thorns

watering me swiftly

oh how I love her more

of this bloom I’m sure

 

I’m growing more enthralled

through water rain and storm

yet I  wilt so wrecked and worn

for my love shines foreign shore

and all the while still

I love her even more

 

Every time I think of her

my heart it plants a seed

to grow around her feet

 

to protect my golden sun

 

Flower Apollo’s Need

Guest Photographer · Love

What my brother taught me 6/1/18

Ever since I was a kid

I learned from my brother,

asked him many questions

and here is another

 

 

do girls have cooties?

 

 

so boldly he taught me

how to traverse their world,

how to gel your hair

and how to love a girl.

 

he taught me how sweet

a lover’s laugh and smile,

how to treat your queen

and go the extra mile.

 

he taught me how to dance

at my first school ball,

he picked me up and smiled

when my waltz became a fall.

 

so there it plainly is

the greatest lesson of all,

he showed me how to fly

when a girl makes you fall.