School Daze By GODlike_

I would once again like to thank the brother Ricardo over at @GODlike_ on Twitter for blessing Asylum with another piece. I hope you enjoy it and please follow the brother if you aren’t following him already. My future is like a riddle and I’m somewhere in the middle of a the present and a Read the full article…

Thirty Days of Poetry Challenge(Day Four(2012))

The long days as a mirage A miraculous malfunction of visual membranes tamed by angelic network security geeks afraid of what the brain could see being more than what the mind could perceive with accuracy you’re their material objective the dream, not of only throw away luxuries but removal of being reduced to a resume Read the full article…

Woe Be to Us…ALL(A Poem By GODlike_)

I want to thank the brother GODlike_ for his contribution to Asylum. If you aren’t already follow him, make that move…   Woe be to the leaders who’ve forgotten how to lead,   Woe be to the slaves who were convinced they were freed,   Woe be to the children so over anxious to breed, Read the full article…

Destiny(A Poem By CharmingJerk)

I would like to extend my gratitude for the brother @CharmingJerk for gifting Asylum this piece. Please follow the brother on Twitter, if you aren’t already.   All I can do is smile at the pain that comforts me I’ve seen defeat before, but none to this magnitude I’ve felt hurt before, but none with Read the full article…

You Think They Playing With This Power?(Part Doubled)

Editor’s note: The first part of this series can be found here As most of my more avid readers know, I’ve been attempting to push this idea. I’ve been working like the crew in the movie Inception to impregnate you with this irresistible living thought. That simple thought is this: you are being watched. The Read the full article…

Asylum Rising (Verse One): Even Hell Is Cold In Winter

Lately, I’ve had less time to dedicate to overlooking oversights. I don’t have as much concern for the negligible. I am highly sensitive.   Highly. I mean, nothing gets past me. The smallest furl of a lip can set off my alarms. I suppose because it is the holidays, and I know that finding places Read the full article…

Thirty Days of Poetry Challenge(Day Three(2012))

Hopeful like stars that are feeling the pull of a blade of grass like mothers that put babies to sleep while pulling like hearts that endure the storm just because. Loving like a wiped away tear in a secluded room like a whisper that it gets better muffled by a hug like a smile from Read the full article…

Concords Might Fly, But Niggas Just Die: Yep, Another Disparaging Shoe Post

The commodification of the Self has always been a struggle for Black people to alleviate as a mental disease. We are a people that were sold for prices. We were a commodity. And now, without me venturing another lame and incorrect comparison to slavery and basketball, we murder, rob, and riot over shoes that represent Read the full article…

Thirty Days Of Poetry Challenge(Day Two(2012))

16 she’s living la vida weed smoker mother lost living the life semen stains hidden by a coaster paying the price to pay the price 22 he’s breathing heavy in her left ear fear of rejection tamed by a religion where god resides in his erection 3 months old Already seen a mother too young Read the full article…

Black Women Better Be Picky

Per usual, I’ve been surfing online while thinking. I know, in two states it is now legal. I’ve heard that Obama reduced the sentencing for those thinking in urban vernacular to match the sentencing guidelines of those thinking in redneck. Jokes. While surfing, I ran across this website here, and scrolling through it, I saw Read the full article…