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Poetry

My Poetry

My poetry

It’s been a while, I’ve been too nice
The world almost forgot about Ice
Poetically gifted
coming to you live with the bullshit sifted
the world bores me with it’s rhyming game
these people are becoming mentally lame

Yes my old has improved since I got a wife
My eternal Sun, the love of my life
but I’m still the poetic king of the east
I’m still the word smith, ink bleeding beast
Still able to fill your world with light
or tear your psyche asunder with my pen’ might

poetry is the battlefield of light and dark
sharpened halo’s & flaming pitch forks leave their mark
Both sides pulling, claiming you as one of them
is my pen of demonic allegiance or the seraphim?
I guess this pen will create a fallen angel’s wings
creating verses meant to be spoken by kings

one or two fans will never suffice
The whole world will know Poetic Ice

-Poetic Ice

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Stars

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The stars are terribly far away, but we are taught to reach for them

bright burning orbs light years away that teach us every single day

Teach us that no matter what we must burn on

burn on and burn bright so we can illuminate all

Be the guiding light for those who may one day falter and fall

though we may ourselves fall, we must never dim

we must keep going burn on just like them

ever present, ever luminescent

burn bright like a star, for when you do your light reaches so far

Poetic Ice

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Burnt out

Burnt out like a struck match
The perfect breeding ground for insanity to hatch
The mind is stretched too damn thin
Making the inner demons claw at your skin
Constant irritation makes you see red
The inner fire being perpetually fed
Rage and exhaustion because you need, need, need
So I give up my wants and to you, concede?
FUCK that I’m honestly tired
For the time being from my life you’re fired
You can’t expect me to blaze on, when I’m at wick’s end
Back up off me and let my soul mend
I’m so burnt out I smell of charred embers
At this point I being tired is all my body remembers
Give me a moment, resting is my right!
After awhile I’ll yet again be able to ignite

Only if I rest lol
Poetic ice

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Off kilter

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!

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Gift of Love

There is no time like now
The present to present our presence
A presence of love and Yule tide cheer
Where none of us live in fear
We all embrace our fellow man
Not bolster a nationality or skin tan
Accept one and all as human
Knowing we are flawed, we are men
Just beings in search of love
A quest ordained from those above
The time is now people, join this happy holiday
Spread not hate, but love each and every way
Seek not the need for violent acts
None are justified, and that’s just facts
Give the gift of love, that would be nice
It’s free of charge, filling, and melts the ice
The ice around a malice filled heart
It may not fix the world, but it’s a good start.

Love one another people, happy holidays

Poetic ice

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Riot!

There was no indictment
Now we must seek enlightenment/
The fact that justice wasn’t served is grotesque/
So yes, you should protest!/
Revel in your unrelenting rage!/
But let positive change take center stage/
Let’s educate and vote, not burn Walgreens/
That’s destroying people’s livelihoods, ending their means/
Change the world with your voice/
This should be the obvious choice/
The riots give the corrupt just cause/
Now they’ll feel like they can choke, just cause/
Don’t fuel their need to follow you for no reason/
A self mandate to execute you for their meaning of treason/
With more senseless destruction how can we tell who is right?/
Education, and positive action will take away their might!/
A loud, destructive riot, is a quiet meek voice./
Grow louder by joint offices and influence the choice./
Become law enforcement, engage in things political/
Stop letting life make you invisible./
Don’t give those boys a worthless death/
Work for change with your dying breath/
It is time for a regime change/
It’s not impossible, with work It’s in range/

Work hard for change, rioting is pointless. It only harms the community you wish to represent. Change your world, don’t destroy it.

Poetic Ice

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I already Love You

I haven’t met you yet
But I already love you
there is no question about it
you are the one
the person that for you we’d conquer the sun
my beautiful amazing child
Just sitting here fantasizing about you is wild
I guess I should say it’s more Prophetic
because you are a guaranteed part of my life
a gift to me and my wife
Will you take after me
will you be gorgeous like her?
Brown eyes? Black Hair?
As long as you’re here I don’t care
you are my child
my love
a love so true

You haven’t even met mommy and daddy yet, but we love you

Poetic Ice

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New Age Slavery

Still slaves
Building new age pyramids
And picking cotton, silks, and denim
drinking that poison, smoking that venom
Each day the ignorance works just enough to place another brick on the pyramid of another
Just to pick new “Cottons” to impress and condemn their brother
Its a shame that we breathe in the bullshit
Flee from the pulpit
And just don’t know how to quit,
Being enslaved.
Building another’s pyramid until our tombstone is engraved
But we don’t care because we feel that it pays,
Because soon I’ll get that new pair of J’s
Placing a top stone on another’s empire
Whilst we don’t even notice our slavery because we don’t feel the sun’s hell fire
We’ve been enslaved by the false status of the name brand
As well as the lack of the ability to make a stand
A stand or attempt to build your own “empire” or road to pave
Its apparent that we’d rather be a modern day slave.

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Pillow talk

The sheets are quiet tonight
The heart heavy
The soul blackened like coal
I hate being without your pillow talk that makes me feel whole
The comforter is without so much as a whisper
Leaving me with the memories of when I last kissed her
The walls simply echo, you miss her
I’m lost at sea on this bed
The whispers of her name fill my head
Her memories gently dance on her pillow
Quietly as the wind whips the willow
It’s too quiet, I miss her talk
It’s a cold somber night without her pillow talk

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