Grand
We will not live in fear/
We will stand/
We will persevere/
We will be grand/
You stole my possesion/
Not my heart/
Rage was my confession/
But today is a new start/
We will not be scared/
Today the fear will end/
Within my faith We are prepared/
Our souls are now on the mend/
We will not live in Fear/
We will make our Stand/
No choice left but to persevere/
We will be beyond Grand/
Poetic Ice
Robbery in the first Degree. A term that I didn’t want to ever apply to my life. My wife and I had our home robbed by two despicable men when we left to go to the gym. It was a simple 30 minute workout that resulted in the theft of my Laptop that contained all my novels and my wife’s Xbox.
My parents just happened to be coming by to see us and caught the guy leaving our home. He gave a fake name most likely, “Bill”, and said he was checking to see if anyone was in the home because the door was open. He ran off before my father could question further or detain him. We’ve never felt so violated. My grandmother’s home that EVERYONE in my family at some point has lived in was violated, vandalized, and stolen from. My wife and I don’t even feel safe in here anymore. Every little sound we hear is a call to action now. Before this when I get up the first thing I reached for was my phone, now I reach for a dagger.
I’m filled with this newfound unfiltered rage. Its taken me on a roller coaster that at each up and down is a new violent act enters my mind. I can’t stand this new side of me. I was never a naive child, but that last wall of naivete has finally crumbled down into a dust of slight paranoia and rage. The laptop was a gift from my wife, the Xbox was a gift from my mother-in-law. The peace of mind was a gift from God and it was ripped from us forcefully by a pair of subhuman men That lacked the work ethic to earn their own things in this world. I have so much new rage and hate for a pair of people I’ve never even seen.
We are victims of burglary in the 1st degree, the only difference in that and home invasion is the fact that we weren’t home. I can only thank God that my wife wasn’t home alone…. Robbery is a crime punishable by law. It is the theft of personal items, peace if mind, and sanity eventually because it’s a violation. If you know of a crime report it. If you know anything about this crime report it to Conway Police Department in Conway South Carolina.
Report crimes, don’t commit them. That’s just my 2 cent on my world around me.
Poetic Ice, LeTavious Hemingway
Violated
Domestically
Psychologically
Emotionally
You were in my home/
The thought of you in my dwelling makes me foam/
Rage seething from my mouth/
You’ve never seen the rage of a man from the south/
My rage wishes for your end
To buy every weapon to learn to defend/
This was burglary in the 1st degree/
the difference with Home invasion was my wife and me/
We never anything to anyone/
Yet we are always the victim of heinous fun/
Things like this bring out my dark side/
Dawn all black and just ride/
Find the fool who was brazen enough to do this/
Then brandish a brass knuckle fist/
My darkness very well would seek revenge/
The evil thoughts would make most cringe/
The fact that my wife can’t feel safe at home/
Makes me want to scatter you where starving pigs roam/
I want to erase the fact that you ever did exist/
Because as long as you do dumb criminal shit will persist./
I know I’m speaking out of pain/
Because this kind of domestic insecurity is driving us insane/
We just can’t wash off the violation/
Our blood burning, yet starting a coagulation/
I feel that I failed in protecting wife/
But from now on I’ll give it my all, even my life/
Poetic Ice
This will be short and sweet. One thing I just can’t stand or tolerate is ROAD RAGE. This morning my wife and I are headed out to gel my brother set up for his wedding and we met the morning commuters of Augusta Georgia. These citizens, just like in any other metropolitan area, are in a big rush to get onto the highway and speed to their hearts content. If you are impeding said citizen from achieving this goal the carnal rage boils forth and permeates their very souls.
We were at a red light waiting to make a right turn onto Washington road, probably one of the busiest roads in Augusta. A commuter in the leftmost turning lane was in the front beside is in the right. The difference was they had a rage monster behind them sitting impatiently in a mustang. Traffic was too busy to just jump out there so the lead cars waited. Mr. Mustang started laying on the horn in 30 second intervals and started to display impatient body language. As time went on, no more than a minute, they became more irate. The van beside us eventually had a clear shot to go, and the mustang quickly followed suit and sped around the van.
The past that irritates the holy hell out of me is the fact that you feel entitles to rush someone like that. I’m not say one wouldn’t get frustrated depending on their situation. I know I’ve had my moments when I get mad behind the wheel, but today That van had no choice but to wait. That van couldn’t change the traffic density and just jump out there safely. The rage was just unnecessary. Honking their horn didn’t do anything but possible give them some since of personal relief. Stuff like that just bothers the hell out of me. Its bullying via vehicle that could lead to death if a person actually goats one to jump out into traffic ahead of time.
Stop with the road rage people… that’s just my two cents on the matter.
What irritates you guys?
Poetic Ice
Stress is like a torrential acid rain/
Pain
Little gain
Blood stain
On your state of tranquility/
Robbing you of your calming ability/
The rain continues to pour/
Damping your wings stopping your Soar/
Leaving you mentally sore/
Stress mounts up and begins to flood/
Each drop hits you with a hard thud/
The rain soaks the Earth birthing a life draining mud/
But every storm will end/
Your peaceful mind state will mend/
Fortify your mind to yet again defend/
Your mind from the rain…
Poetic Ice
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Check out a video of a very cute cat, Orangie White, a pet I met at ny job. He’s on a mission to raise awareness of pets with medical conditions and difficulties. Plus he looks great on camera. Check out his video!
I saw this picture floating around my Facebook news feed and it got me to thinking.
1. I love Paul Mooney and his stand up comedy.
2. More importantly the message on the picture is right.
I don’t get political or too militant too often but when I do its usually because people I observe in this world are saying/doing something incredibly stupid, racist, sick, etc. This time it’s the youthful African Americans need to display their intra-racial violence on social media. Their chosen medium is the ignorant holy grail worldstar hip hop. I won’t type that as a link because I don’t want you going there. I’ve been there a few times I’ll admit, but I’m not proud of it nor will I promote it. Last time it was curiosity, apparently morbid curiosity that took me there.
This current generation and the one following are all walking around with miniature cameras either in hand or on the phone because apparently the world values nothing unless it gets views online or liked, followed, tweeted, etc. So, they record the violence that happens and turn it into a show for the world. Giving it a fancy title like” Leon got knocked the FUCK out” or some other stupid moniker to draw in people with this same morbid taste. Within no time this has 100,000 views and is all over Facebook, Twitter, and YouTube, and most people who put mentally healthy things online won’t even get a view without begging. Its as if my people are drawn to things that hold us back intentionally. Do we as a group prefer to be treated as wild ignorant beast so we act like that and put it on display? I sure as hell don’t.
Some people argue that it’s the next big fad and will too soon pass. That may be true, but who decided watching a young woman be beat to death was fad worthy. A child is no longer breathing and we liked and shared the video. What the hell is wrong with us as a people to do that? The biggest problem I have with this is the people watching these videos and perpetuating the cycle of ignorance are the first to get up in arms when a member of ANY other race attacks/harms a member of the African American community. Now the same violence that they have turned into an idol is wrong. Now we must march and protest, and fight for the video to be removed from EVERY Social media outlet. If you watch THIS video you are against us as a people, and you must be a born racist who dreams of hunting down every minority. See it’s fine to be defensive of your people, But wait a minute. Wasn’t it last week you shared a video of Leon getting jumped by four other black boys and getting knocked out? How is it any different from Lamont getting attacked by four white boys and being knocked out? Because you saw a color change? A color that shouldn’t matter in this day and age. VIOLENCE shouldn’t happen to begin with, but the only thing my people will see is the color that threw the punch.
Why is there a double standard to violence? Why is it okay for one and not the other? Why is it constantly being promoted via social media so it can further it’s desensitization of our youth who watch out of curiousity? If we want to lower the rate of violence, and in a utopian world stop violence, we have to stop glorifying violence. Stop putting it up on a pedestal as a means to achieve notoriety. Stop being so ignorant and making videos with that as the only content, and then being militant about interracial violence. Violence is an act between two beings no matter their race that should be never happen!
Stop the double standard.
Stop the violence.
That’s just my two cent on the subject.
–Poetic ice
As a boy one is often taught he has to grow up to be big and strong. He must grow smart to one day be wise. He must become a reputable member of society and be a good man to his woman and an inspiration to kids. That’s fine and dandy, I’ve accepted that as my mission. Unbeknownst to the young men who accept that mission, there is a side mission attached. That mission is to keep those around you, the ones you truly love, happy.
Happiness comes in so many forms though. Career success, academic achievements, unquestionable loyalty and dependability, and the list only grows. Most likely to keep the ones around you happy all you have to do is be honest with yourself and them. But even even with that there are the timed where that mission can’t be accomplished. Party A will be pleased and party B will frown. That’s life so a man must get used to that. Not everyone is happy all the time.
But, as a man grows older he eventually gets that person in their life that they want to smile no matter what. They want this person to always have a certain type of happy. This happiness is called Love. Once a man obtains that, he truly wants that eternally. So, when the one he loves is unhappy he crumbles, falters, feels unsure about what to do to bring that joy back temporarily. He’s locked in a stupor like no other until he ascertains a solution to the problem that caused the unhappiness. When that special loved one is hurting your world is numb null and void. As a man you’re supposed to be able to fix it. But not every problem can be fixed by you. Some problems have to be fixed by others, no matter how hard you try.
It makes that man question why, question the world. Why place these trials in his life if he can’t pass them? Why teach him its his job to bring this joy to his loved ones if he can’t always do it? Simply because he must try. Its not that he has to always succeed in bringing that pure elated smile, its more important that he tries to bring that smile. As the sun will always rise again their loved one will smile again.
I guess I just wondered why are we destined to face these emotional hardships. It does not seem fair. But life isn’t a fair mistress. She’s a harsh one filled with lessons we are meant to learn. I guess the point of this is to always, ALWAYS try to keep that joy even when it seems impossible.
-Poetic Ice
The world broadcasts insanity/
We have been thrust into calamity/
Peace, rare.
Violence, common
Riots happening
Looting our ties to humamity/
Selling it on the chaotic black market/
The world is burning with a flame we can’t see/
A blaze that will disintegrate you and me/
Men, women, black, and white/
Asian Latino, European, all living in fright/
Wondering if their brethren is next up for senseless slaughter/
Just to be beheaded in the streets as useless fodder/
Shot down in cold blood/
It’s amazing the world hasn’t drowned in this crimson flood/
Death visits all stages of life/
Babies have died at the hands if the car and heat’s knife/
Mothers and fathers claimed by insanity murder their kids/
Mercenaries taking lives for the highest bids/
A grown man kills a boy and roams free/
A woman fires a warning shot at abuse and jail is where she be/
Everyday is filled with new threats/
Just trying to survive your morning commute is a risky bet/
The media broadcasts all this insanity/
Until it’s normal to be consumed with calamity/
It hardens your heart living in this world/
The violence is starting to own this world/
Are we at the point where we’re all insane?/
Has chaos finally broken through order’s membrane?/
I’m sick of all the calamity/
It’s delving my mind into insanity/
Poetic Ice
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