No Man’s Land Press was born out of my (David’s) journey in being off porn, shedding layers around my heart, and stepping into embodied manhood. No Man’s Land got it’s name as a symbol of the countless times I chose to lean into uncomfortable places; every time I did, my life expanded for the better. That is what’s embodied in my poetry and artwork.
Bigger
Elusive serenity
Avoid the paralysis
Take a good look
At the final analysis
“Final” is an illusion
This is the beginning
Don’t give in
To life without feeling
When the heavy gets heavier
And life gets rough
In order to live well
Boy, you gotta get tough
Your problems don’t shrink
You’ll still face the triggers
So with gigantic problems
Soul’s ask is get bigger
Bigger than bad choices
More stable than the faults
More honest than the secrets
More action than the oughts
More creative than the puzzles
More nimble than the stiff
More patient than the rushing
More flowers less bullshit
So when heavy gets unliftable
And the staircase everlong
See with each step you grow bigger
It gets light as you get strong
IN POEMHUB
(Available on Amazon soon)
POEMHUB.COM
When you open up the browser
To type up p and o
Instead of r once to the left
Trade the n for so much more
Traveling the city
Avoid that dreadful hub
Where you pay with fragments of your Soul
All for a short lived rub
The life force that you give away
The life force you destroy
These are human beings bro
They’re more than just some toys
So when that smartphone opens
And you type that p and o
Finish it with e and m
And feed your weary Soul
IN POEMHUB
(Available on Amazon soon)
A regular man will always be
More profound than any prophet
The man that does his best
And continually tries to top it
The preacher says ‘this is the one truth’
And I think he’s got it wrong
I’ll always praise the man that knows
That he only hears a piece of the song
A man that doesn’t give his power
To a holy place abstraction
But a man who listens to what God whispers
And turns it into action
Not a man who claims to know the truth
Not a man who thinks he’s higher
Not a man who who sells the flint and steel
But a man that IS the fire
IN POEMHUB
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REAL FREEDOM
The unswallowed truth is served
Go ‘head make room on your plate
All you’ve done comes out in the wash
It’s time you clean the slate
Secrets sent to Google
Shadow feasts in orange and black
Debt accumulated behind closed doors
That only open doors can pay back
IN POEMHUB
(Available on Amazon soon)
