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Poetry

Mother Nature

Mother Nature’s tears pour.

Tryna cleanse Earth’s whores.

Not prostitutes, but people whoring her resources.

Tryna wash away ideas that led to wrong courses.

That’s why there is such a thunderous rain.

Mother Nature is sharing her pain.

Too much oil and blood spills.

Black crude causes animal kills.

The shores will blacken with a mess that can’t be swept.

And she knows this, that’s why she wept.

Mother Nature knows not what to do with Earth

Sink holes swallow the ground, so Your corporate buildings have no worth

Everyday the world grows hotter

The polar bears can’t venture any farther

The Ice Caps will continue to melt

Most won’t care until an Impact is felt

The Waters of the Earth will rise

Oil will spill into it and give you Flammable eyes

The War will continue to Rage

Until a bomb sets the ocean ablaze, effectively turning each Continent into a flamming cage

Mother Nature shows sad rage with a feverish display of lightning

Each strike growing even more frightening

But most won’t care

They’ll simply grab an umbrella to shield their hair

These powerful storms are because Mother Nature is sad

I pray that we band together and fix this, before God show’s us he’s Mad

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YoU can waste youur time looking in the sky wishing on shooting stars.
I date the sun, I dont wish.
I spend my spare time shooting stars.
My thought flow is lethal, damn near explosive.
I spit intellectual acid, that ish corrosive.
Lol I guess when I get a headache n talk u could call it a chemical suicide bomb.
Im nothing like that majority of mediocrity.
Im with the minority of individuality.
Truth of the matter im one of the few left classified as a real man.
There is no C6H12O6 where I stand.
When was the last time you reached out and saved a life,
touched a heart,
inspired a youth,
and pointed out the truth?
Go ahead tell me, i’ll wait…..
Oh never, u arent even worthy enough to be shark bait.
I no longer have time 4 you lames.
Im so far gone from being the same.
May as well crown me The Winner because I surpassed u all.
I got drunk off that redbull, grew wings and transcended that stereotypical fall.
I”m going to take the willing with me, I’m going places in life
If you’re willing to try we can transcend the stereotypes and redundant strife.
or you could give up and fail… fall… drown in the Sin
I don’t have time for you… it’s two thousand and WIN!…

-Poetic Ice

(Wrote this back in College, can we say cocky? lol)

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Poetry

A Bit Off

Something is a bit off
I am slightly out of my cran-I-um
But I don’t really see the pro-b-lem
But do you, I ask?
Tell me what that is
C’mon there is no harm in spea-king
Isn’t control over my choices what you’re see-king
Is it that bad that when you see me you see-king?
Or, is it you’re trying to stop your invite to my Carn-I-Val
Cuz you’re a meal for the cerebral Carn-I-vore!
Go ahead and enter there’s so much more
Get over stimulated by my mind
Take it all in and leave blind.
Or just blinded by my cre-a-tivity
I promise you’ll get the full worth of your free admission
For the amount of you that lose sanity I get a commission.
Hahaha I guess something is a bit off
Because I achieve true sat-is-faction from throwing you off!

-Poetic Ice

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I Spy

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I Spy with my little eye

Cell Phone footage depicting a young man die

Video of a people yelling WorldStar!! Instead of Why?

 

I Spy with my little eye

Tiny Cameras making violence a spectacle to see

With cheap data plans it’s damn near for free

 

I spy with my little eye

A society in need of rebooting

Especially after the addition of 9 more angels after a church shooting

 

I spy with my little eye

A world desensitized to acts of vulgarity and malice

A world where to many focus on achieving suction on their phallus

 

I spy with my little eye

A world where the youth are stolen and slain

A sick act that leaves families forever in pain

 

I spy with my little eye

A world ripe with sin

Sin that transcends the limits of the color of skin

 

I spy with my little eye

Tiny Cameras that capture the distrust of law enforcement

Showcasing the individuals of police brutality endorsement

 

I spy with my little eye

Fear and uncertainty in the worlds little eyes

All asking is this the day one of my friends dies?

 

I spy with my little eye

A world sick and deranged

And I ask you cell phone camera, is it too late for us to change?

 

Poetic Ice

 

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Poetry

I need power

All my life I pray for his power

To call on I’m in need this hour
So I can fix your ignorance this hour
I live
I laugh
I love with you, lessons in every heartbeat/
Only to die from your display of cold heat/
The irony of your strong weakness/
The prognosis of my admiration is full of bleakness/
You are supposed to accept
But you’re acting inept
You give unconditional love
But lately it’s conditional  adversity in a spiked boxing glove/
All my life I pray for his power
To call on I’m in need this hour
So I can fix your ignorance this hour
You constantly beat my heart into the ground/
Until she sits on and island without a sound/
Where’s the love?
Is it above?
Yeah, on an angel’s breast
But right now
 your of a devil’s loin
Steadily flipping more than a coin
Damn she can’t feel the it
The love, passion, bonding, nope not shit/
Really?
You flip the script from the page I had it on for 23yrs?/
Really?
Now you kick off the training wheels and switch gears/
Really?
Did you ever think I’d be trying to defend you in tears?
No, but now that my heart tears, tears into pieces for you/
I love you but all I can say is
All my life I pray for his power
To call on when I’m in need this hour
So I can fix your ignorance this hour
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Pain for Love

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Somehow you always seem to validate your visceral viciousness

Your smile is nothing more than slight of hand hiding the bared fangs

your actions are the catalyst to the chemical reaction called rage

yet you always want someone on your same page

a contradiction in itself since it’s you who is always against

to be around you is to be loved and pained

to listen to you is to feel at a loss and full of gain

Friend, foe, tyrant, or liberator, no one knows what you are

the definition of enigma, you reset the bar

you inhale my love, to exhale you malice!

then grow confused when I flee down the hole like Alice

Even the mysteries of Wonderland are more straightforward

and even still i find myself craving just one more word

through the confusion you bring I’ll rise up above,

just to have that one thing from you… your love

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weakness

Weakness has gathered in the heart of thee

Exposing the human being his fragility

It’s not the Human’s fault

The universe is what puts his heart under assault

The quaking sea of our soul can’t settle with ease

Especially when it’s engorged with ripples of disease

Many a mortal have developed a cure

But the deadliest remain elusive and evil at its most pure

It’s the incurable evil that makes man want to break

Especially when it’s a loved one’s life at stake

What makes you feel weak is the inability to invoke change

This leads is what makes us psychotic and deranged

You pull your hair and scream why

Feeling like you will soon die

The truth is, the fertile weakness has birthed fear

Fear that you’ll lose something that to you is dear

Who do you turn to when you are afraid?

What do you do when you are undergoing this raid?

The only thing you can do is steel your mind

Strengthen your resolve and leave that fear behind.

Abandon the fear of not being able to do anything.

No this will not prevent the maladies fate will bring

But you can become a version of strong.

Strong enough to deal with the universe’s wrong

A strength to make you able to speak

Speak loud in protest when the universe has made you weak

The dark dank evil of the universe of the evil created diseases

But it’s the human thing to protest it and not let it do as it pleases

 

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P(r)aying for Salvation

People are praying for salvation
From men falsely made into prophets
By a voracious need for profit
Sadly currency dictates our lives
The common theme of happiness, war, and lies
Such is our culture, to struggle for an alien
Fighting and dying for little green men
Earth doesn’t need an axis, it revolves around money
What happened to being pleased with milk and honey?
Presidential men turned demigod by our prayers
Men who served their country didn’t want this affair.
We need a new standard of normalcy
Instead of this morbid lust for currency

Poetic Ice

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