Poetry

Christmas List

I lay awake early Christmas morning

Trying to stay happy

Stay in the spirit

Glad to have a strong family

Honored to have a strong wife

But that hole is present in my life

The first birthday of Christ without my hero

I remember running to the tree

Not knowing what I would see

A bike, Dad could you teach me to ride?

Roller blades, could you teach me to glide?

A game, could you hook it up

Come on Dad let’s race RC Trucks!

Now I’m looking at the tree….

Staring at the cotton thinking of he..

I mean him

I mean Dad

LeRoy, a king amongst mediocre men

Now I can’t wait to see you again

Staring at the tree praying for the impossible/

Wishing to unwrap my father for my family

Is it okay to want the impossible?

Is it okay for a man to miss his daddy?

Is it okay to miss his laugh

Is it okay to want to unwrap my father’s love

No, only because it won’t happen.

So I’ll unwrap the amazing memories

The amazing life of Mr. Z

I’ll be honest I really wish he would come back to me…

Gotta be strong I have no choice…. but even the strong crack, and that’s okay. I love and miss you Dad!

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My brother’s keeper 

I am my brother’s keeper

A broad term we’ve made much deeper/

Times like this bring about rage/

But I will always be here to help you turn that page/

It’s okay to miss that angel of love/

But be happy that hero is soaring above/

If you need, my shoulder can carry tears/

My ears can bear your fears/

You are allowed any emotion whether shallow or deeper/

I’ll defend that right, because I’m my brother’s keeper

-Poetic Ice

Much love to my brother and his family!

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Trying to deal…


Sometimes when I close my eyes, I see
Amid the darkness I’m reminded

The images won’t let me be

I’ve yet to find the strength to bind it

Some days I’m stuck in an infinite loop

Being reminded of my helplessness 

It’s depressing enough to make me join a group/

But would that help my mental fitness?

I just stood there that day.

Internally screaming 

I fought hard to keep tears at bay 

Internally reaching

How do I completely move ahead

Part of me is still there

Part of me is dead

Now I’m emotionally volatile, is that fair?

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The Father and The Son

The father and the son
I watched you

From behind

Then over your shoulder

Then from your side

You pushed me

To step ahead of you

You infused me with

Pride

Sarcasm

Empathy 

Determination

You made me into the chosen on

The only one

Proudly I hold the title of only son

I fought for your name

I wear it across my heart

But am I worthy?

You were a deity 

Moving earth

Wielding flames

Controlling the sky

You were a king

Your orders rang through the halls

Our castle shook at your power

Am I worthy?

The prince who was promised 

That’s how you treated me

The prince destined for greatness

That’s what you told me

The prince with no choice to prosper

That’s what I am.

No that’s what I was

Now I have to brandish the crown

As a king

 I have to stand tall as you make the angels sing

No choice but to make you proud

Are you watching

No choice but to go farther

Will you be watching

No choice but to succeed

I know you’re watching 

I can see you every time I look in the mirror 

Its like you never left me

That’s why I clench my fists in rage sometimes

I am you

You are me

We are one

The father and the son

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Venom 


Pick up that needle girl, grab your ink
I need you girl, more than you think

Tattoo my heart girl, but go through my vein

Put your venom in me and ease my pain

Just give it all to me

I’ll take it all for free

Blur my vision girl, let your venom take the reigns

Control my soul girl, without you I’m insane

You fuel my soul girl that much is true

That’s why I’m dying for another taste of you

Just give it all to me

I’ll take it all for free

Please baby your poison is my power

I need another hit every hour

Tattoo my heart baby and ease my pain

Control my soul with your ink in my veins
-Poetic Ice

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Seraphim of theft

The angel of death

More like the seraphim of theft

You stole from me you omnipotent crook

Leaving my soul shook

But I’ve had time to cry

I’m no longer shy

I’m standing firm to ask you why?

And with all the rage in me wish I could make you die!

Since I know I can’t rewrite the past

It won’t be swift and fast

You stole my family, in heaven they’ll stay

But it’s long been time for you to pay!

Brandish your scythe and raise it high

Prepare thy self specter the end is nigh

As I put on brass knuckles I wonder if you draw breath

Only because I want to watch it leave you as I beat you to death!

There isn’t one molecule in you I don’t want to obliterate

With ever ounce of power I can generate

I’d battle you not knowing if I could succeed

But I wouldn’t be pleased until I see you bleed

I’d feed your blood to the earth

Ashes to ashes, dust to dust, truly a sacrifice of some worth

I know I’m venting for clarity

But I hope the angel of death suffers for all eternity.
Poetic ice

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Rain tears

Crying in the rain 

Only so I can scream with the thunder 

Set flames with the lightning

So my soul can be smothered with ashes

Vision clouded with the haze of storm clouds

My world shaken by deaths quake

Alive feeling like dying

Dying yet drawing breath 

A part of my heart beat

My essences and my DNA

Stolen from me in a horrific way 

I feel as ash is the worth of my soul

Forever feeling pain as sharp as lightning 

My heart howls with the despair of thunder

As I cry in the rain
-Poetic Ice

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In this Land

I live in a land that boasts its Christian values

Values it didn’t create, but did twist to its own whim and will

This is a place that hosts a multitude of races

Yet it’s natives are the minority’s with ever smaller growing territory,

I’m sorry family,

This land is filled with the descendants of immigrants

But it’s current leaders wish to expunge them like their parasites

In this land those with melanin have less rights than a fetus conceived through rape

It’s become harder to feed our kids than it is to Vape

Our land is the land of the free

Unless you’re talking of speech, expression or religion

Oh this land is so unique

This is the place where email location is more important than experience doing a job

Our flag proudly waves Red, White, (Black) and Blue

Especially if you let our cops use a baton or two

This is the land for you and me!

Wait that’s only if you don’t want skittles and tea

But you should seriously come to this land

Where even today there are systems in place to make you feel more beast than man

All of us no matter the color suffer the same fates

We’re citizens of these Great United States.
-Poetic Ice

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Dusting off…

It’s been a while since I picked up a penA long time since I used ink to sin

It’s time I stood up and fought

With the ultimate power, thought 

Or should I saw the power of knowledge 

Knowledge isn’t solely obtained in a college/

Sometimes a higher IQ belongs to a dealer in the street/

We’ve reached a time where the minds need to meet/

The scholar and the thug must join

A political tyrant threatens our education health and coin/

We need unity against the mental illness of racism/

Heroes to stand against fascism 

Warriors to defeat political bigotry

So our country can reclaim its dignity

It’s time to fight together against what they have in store/

For the betterment of our humanity, we go to war!
But only as a unified force will we succeed in bettering our land. Then and ONLY then will it be Great again.
Poetic Ice

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The Holiday Spirit

broken-christmas

The Holiday Spirit has long since taken form

Not only becoming sentient but sadistic

Becoming an unholy menace enveloping you in a storm

Inducing emotions that corrosive and caustic

 

The Holiday Spirit has long since become malicious

Twisting your jolly joy into sadness and torment

Choosing now to abscond with your loved ones in ways most vicious

Making sure every time you see the colors of red and green you only lament

 

The Holiday Spirit has long since become a heinous being

Taking you through Hell, making you lose faith in Heaven

The loss would make you want to go on unseeing

Laughing manically as you even wondering if there is even a sentience in Heaven

 

The Holiday Spirit has long since forsaken us

It’s lost its luster, leaving a dark around your soul

Mourning our woeful losses is the holiday’s plan for us

The Holidays are a punishment meant to leave you less than whole

 

-Poetic Ice

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