Poetry

I Can’t Breathe

I can’t breathe

And I haven’t been breathing for years

I’m too choked up on tears

Or was it actually fears?

I can’t breathe

Garner couldn’t gather his breath in 2014

It was that cops job to suffocate on scene

He was protecting and serving like a heartless machine

I can’t breathe

Neither can Breonna Taylor after a misplaced raid

For innocently resting after EMT work a price was paid

Shot 8 times causing her light to fade

I can’t fucking breath

Ultimate action for non violent crimes

Cops choked out George Floyd as he lay their confined

Joining the pantheon of those murdered in these times

I can’t breathe

When it’s okay to kneel on black America’s neck

But lord willing we must keep Kapernick’s knee in check!

How dare he stand for equal respect

I can’t breath

Because I’ve lost count of the cases

So many situations so many places

Just to breath while black sours their faces

I can’t breathe

Because I was sentenced at birth

My melanin determined my worth

Just who are you to judge me on Earth?

I can’t breathe

because I have to teach my son to hold his tongue and hold his breath

One wrong word could mean his death

But even when he complies his life could be stolen by racist theft

I can’t breathe

Because black America doesn’t know whether to vote or fight

Either could. cause execution on sight

But am I supposed to live in fright?

I can’t breath

The hands of racism threaten my life

Where their could be unity they cause only strife

This is the reality of the black man, always under the knife

I can’t breathe

-Poetic Ice

the spoken word form of this can be found here: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xpwQdzihmw4

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Poetry

My Black Rose

My beautiful melanated rose

Each thorn contains a different facet of my prose

Entire worlds fall from each prominent promising petal like dew

Roots dug deep and searching to entangle and enrich hearts anew

Stretching towards the sun trying to seize each day

Fighting hard not to wither away

Life happens, Dew dries, and petals fall

life’s parasites tear at the roots and begin to gnaw

Roots snap, the will of the stem starts to bend

Ebony petals adorn the earth

growing crisp as they forget their worth

worlds grew dark as the dew dried

life happened and the black rose died

The creative energy is ravenous and will always generate a need

The black rose will sprout again, as life destroys, it has also provided a seed

-Poetic Ice

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Poetry

Unchained Beauty

I often find it hard to believe you are a mortal like me
For you are an ethereal beauty for all to see
A gorgeous and tranquility inducing soul
A deity who’s love has been my goal
To behold your beauty is more than I’ll ever deserve
Just being around you sets fire to every nerve
Such is your beauty, I want to keep it all to me
But in order for you to flourish, I know you must always be free…

-Poetic Ice-

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Farewell 2021, Welcome 2022

Two thousand twenty one A.D.

Ripped, tore, tarnished and burned every part of me/

Lawful crime, politics, and pandemics

All harmed our souls with their gimmicks

2021 is a bitch I want to cast away

Bring in 2022 for a welcome stay!

21 was rife with death, stench foul

With so many tears soaked in I couldn’t throw in the towel

It was too heavy like my heart

Dazed and confused I didn’t know where to start/

But come the first you’re dead to me 21

Wish I could say it’s been fun

I’m jumping into 2022

Emotional pounds? Yeah I’m shedding a few

I’m leaving you behind, stuck in the view rear!

Be blessed world, Happy New Year!

-Poetic Ice

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Questioning Faith

Questioning Faith

Words absolute from a God unseen

Still reaping punishment from Adam and his queen

We are to blindly trust the voice in the wind

Even though it let the Devil fill it with Sin

Lucifer Morningstar tainted the air so mean

Exhaling death caused by COVID-19

Prayers go up

Clogging up Deaf Deity Ears

Time to change tactics, fueled by fears

It is obvious, but God have you gone insane?

Or was it just fun to hand Samael the reigns

I am probably doomed because I have this gall 

But I see it is time for a house call

Wrist slit, knock knock

I come before you today to bare my all

Ready to bum rush every angel and make them fall/

I want to hear it with these ears I own

As I drop to my knees before your throne

Angered by this blissful silver city up high

Crying you took my family, but Why?

The pain in my heart

Every single time I now draw breath

I am constantly reminded of a loved one’s death

But you will not answer me, will you?

Your words are reserved for very few?

Have your seraphim cast me into hell

Because the moment you stole my loved ones, I already fell

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Darkness Within

It’s been a long time since I’ve lay waste to the paper with ink/

Let me lick my lips and let me think

I don’t want this to be a bust

It’s time to give into blood lust

It’s my time, happy Halloween,

Give into the dark passions of a fiend!

There was never a time where you weren’t in danger/

My dark ambitions have been after you since the manger/

I’ve waited far to long to sink my teeth into you

Grasp your flesh and tenderly tear you in two

Don’t worry I’ll treat each half equally fair/

Rip your heart out and watch it quiver with every scare/

The darkness in my soul is yelling “sick em”!

Maybe you’ll be my next victim……

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Living History

Living History

This world is a living being

The proof is in what we’re seeing

We are under an unprecedented attack

And I don’t Know if we’ll take our win back

We’ve sponsored and spread war

Bled countries dry from shore to shore

But now we’re up against the unseen

The specter named COVID-19

At first this country took it for a joke

Now streets are vacant and our economy is about to choke

At first it was like nature sent us to our rooms

But now people are dying, this may be our doom

When will there be a cure, that is the mystery

Until then our isolation, fear and death, is our living history

Stay healthy, stay safe, stay home.

-Poetic Ice

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Father

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There’s this man I know,
He fills me up with love, making me glow.
He’s happy, he’s proud and a little mad too,
That his little girl was exactly like him, no matter how much she grew.

He shells out advice with the utmost care,
He’ll quietly judge what I wear.
The arms I hope will never leave,
The ones that’d never let me grieve.

He has a heart of gold,
He prefers shirts without the marks of a fold,
There’s a strength in him that is unparalleled,
As I watched him walk into the room, my heart swelled.

There’s an endless supply of love that he carries,
He never let me feel the need to believe in fairies.
at my every whim he raced,
makes sure my wins are showcased.

And now that i don’t see him everyday,
I don’t get to ‘bless’ him after i pray.
It makes…

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Poetry

Take My Call

Hello, operator I’d like to place a call to Heaven

I want to ask Saint Peter a question, in fact I’m Begging

You see, he allowed my parents in, and I don’t know what to do

I was so unprepared for this I still try to call home at a quarter past two

Who would’ve thought I’d crave their guidance even as a grown man

Even thought they raised me up, I don’t think I’m ready to lead my own clan

I know In my heart I don’t have a choice

please Saint Peter, I want them to hear my voice

I want to tell them I love them

I want to say I need them

I want them to see their grandson, a real Phenom

I just want one more chance to say I love you to my mom

Saint Peter I beg of you, you can have my all!

Just name your fee, and accept my call!

My eyes burn from all these tears

Because my reality has become one of my greatest fears!

I’ll pray and do good deeds days 1-7

Just please take my call in heaven….

Poetic Ice

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Confessions of a Dark Mind: Suicide Prevention Month

I have brothers not of my mother

grew up with a family like no other

with so much love I could smother

but none of that stopped this crime

I still grew up in a mental bind

welcome to the confessions of a dangerous mind

surrounded by people I was lonely

coveted by girls, I felt homely

flirting with death had become homey

I lived life feeling second best

never afforded a moments rest

not if I wanted to ace that next test

I went to college to paint a collage of ill will

self depreciation increased as I grew in skill

every reflection I saw, I only thought kill

graduation got close, and suicidal thoughts came to a head

permeated with rage, I was only seeing red

all roads were leading to me dead

pat of me felt like there was no help, no one to turn to

I felt like someone you could burn through

but that changed when I met the girl with eyes of brown hue

no more panic attacks and pills

just love unfurling and thrills

simply thinking of your kiss gave me chills

For the first time in a long time I felt okay

I had to question was it right to feel that way

often fearing that feeling wouldn’t stay

a weird feeling going from shroud of darkness to the veil of light

its like going from blind to sight

but not everyone gets that same ending to this fight

Many fight alone and fall from grace

leaving loved ones behind as they take a suicidal end to the race

a lot of times because someone told them to “Man up” to their face

many often need help but are afraid to cry out

Someone yelled for me, now I’m going to shout

Seek the healing help you need, this isn’t the final bout!

You are here with us, not alone

you have a place to belong to, you aren’t without a home

if you need help pick up a phone!

I know this world is sick and sadistic

at this point it needs intervention from something mystic

but get the help you need, don’t become a statistic!

 

The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline can be reached at 800-273-TALK (8255)

you have people who love you, if you need help call someone and confide in them. each day is a blessing, don’t cut them short!

Love,

LeTavious “Poetic Ice” Hemingway

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