B.A.K.

I start this with a newly made acronym, B.A.K.. This lovely gem stands for Bad Ass Kids and was created earlier today when I was at my cousins beautiful wedding.

We arrived promptly at 9:30am for a 10:00am wedding and were shown to our seats and we marveled at the display of amour and generally enjoyed the friendly atmosphere. Then enters a badly broken man, and his three kids that clearly were half human, and half hell beast. The broken man was seated next to my wife, brother, sister, and I and his kids decided now was the tome to make as much noise and do the most moving possible. This was the beginning of what was to be a somewhat annoying day.

Once the bridal party began proceeding in and were naturally silenced ourselves they naturally began talking more and raising their voices. And snickering. And asking is that the bride, even though she was the only woman in a white dress wearing a veil and following the young man who had a sign that said “here comes the bride”. Once the ceremony actually started and the preacher started giving a mighty engaging speech the kids were determined to disrupt him by making the most noise and crying. This poor broken father quietly attempted to stop them, but this was a losing battle.

The reception followed and their wrath was augmented by they voracious need to be everywhere at once, and their frustration with the fact that they can’t be. We were seated in the reception hall awaiting the bridal party to be done with their photo shoot so we can have our brunch and fun. But these there mini terrorist who were again seated behind us decided to yell, scream, and randomly hit my chair for the next fourth five minutes. This was the most aggravating thing in the world, but the thing that made it worse is that the father wasn’t trying to discipline the children. The mother was working the room as a wedding photographer and too busy to help. Once the food was uncovered the kids proceeded to run up and thrust their hands into it, and/or take it off the table. The staff all started to tell the kids to stop and escorting them back to their father. These strangers within the community were the ones disciplining these kids.

With all that said, now I can ask my question are the kids really bad, or are the parents bad? The kids don’t really know any better and if their parents are allowing it they can only think that this is the way the world works. Can we really be angry with the babies if the mother and father may as well be nonexistent? Is it really the communitiy’s job to discipline people’s kids or is that a job solely reserved for the parents?

What do you think? Today the world around me showed me that some parents lacked certain things that the community made up for, and it was a sad sad sight.

Who’s job is it to discipline kids, and is it the child’s fault they are bad if they don’t know any better?
Let me know

-Poetic Ice

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Violence

Violence
Running rampant in our world/
Torturing our community/
Killing our people/
Protected under the law/
America’s frozen heart will never thaw/
Zimmerman and Dunn
“Stood Their ground” and won/
Martin and Davis bled out away from parents, never again to see the sun/
Irony never hit harder in the sunshine state/
Its apparent if you own a gun you control fate/
The fates of unarmed children/
Honestly does that make you a hero then?/
A hoodie, skittles, music, and tea…/
Did you know they were your life’s fee?/
Martin and Davis and so many others/
God, do you hear all of the weeping fathers and mothers?/
Brothers and sisters?
All because of two unforgiving misters?
Zimmerman and Dunn
let me ask do you feel our shun?
Or rage, hate fear, disgust, confusion?
At the fact that you are afforded rights, and you abused them?
Remorse?
Regret?
Do you feel them?
Your psychological wounds, time may never heal them/
This mental struggle is yours and yours alone/
Because these boys can never go home/
You stood you ground in Florida, you know your rights.
But would there be a ground to stand on if they were whites?
Or girls
Muslim or atheist?
Or in another country?
In a dictatorship or empire?/
A democracy allows you to vote on whats murder or not./
And votes can always be bought!/
As long as I pay my taxes and feel threatened without proof I can decide who gets shot/
If you can’t see the wrong in this, you’re blind/
What warped propaganda has twisted your mind?/
Your another zimmerman and Dunn waiting to happen/
And when it does your like minded clan will be clapping/
We as humans apparently need something to save us/
Before there is another Trayvon Martin and Jordan Davis.

R.I.P. Young men, guide us from the other side and greet us with arms opened wide my brothers, not because of race, because of our humanity. A fact forgotten by many.

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Love Is War

Love is War

Finding true love is really the easy part/
In truth that’s where it will all start/
I know you thought that war was won/
But grab your weapons, this is where it has begun/
The one you love will now and forever be you greatest ally/
But more often than not will be on the opposing end of your battle cry/
Warriors of amour, launching opinions and firing feelings/
Tearing away your armor like frail onion peelings/
Your heart and soul truly open to your lover/
They know your every thought and plan, how to wound and how to recover/
You will argue fight and fuss/
Stomp around grandstand and cuss/
All necessary parts of love’s war/
Never to be considered a tedious chore/
Because when gunfire rains down from outside/
They’ll be the one to which you’ll confide/
Oh how quickly will they come to arms for you/
At that point you will realize this love is true/
All sides of love are War/
But every crashing wave eventually breaks onto a peaceful shore/
It’s worth it to be in this fight/
So arm up and finish it with all your might!/

Poetic ice

Power, Corruption, Cruelty

First, the poem titled Corrupt.

Corrupt
The corrupt create causes of cruelty/
That are heinous hurtful and harmful/
To your serenity, sanctuary, and soul/
But why? Why must they hold this control?/
To the core it is a primal need/
This dark tendencies are a beast ready to feed/
True evil is a man corrupting his seed/
Changing the flower to a parasitic weed/
Using children to spread your wrath/
It’s a disgust unlike anything hell hath/
The destruction of happy homes from the inside out/
The breakage of hearts, letting the love pour out/
An adult with selfish behavior/
Creating the image of a false saviour/
No rhyme or reason why the evil exists/
But said no matter if detained or not, it will persist/
The corrupt create causes of cruelty…….

Now, the discussion about the subject matter at hand based on a personal experience. Power, it has the ability to corrupt. Once a person has it they feel the need to be in complete and utter control of the world around them. When they lose their grip on that power they turn cruel if they aren’t already. It is something that is sad and frightening once it goes that route.

A man using underhanded tricks to maintain his power is already wrong. But a man using his kids as a show of power to destroy a good thing just because he has no power over it anymore is just evil. Evil in its purest form to me is the manipulation of children’s innocence to do wrong.

I watched a young child ripped from a happy home that they didn’t want to leave because their sibling was manipulated to believe that someone was doing them wrong. Even though said person has done nothing but sacrifice to ensure their survival and happiness. The younger sibling has been torn between sibling loyalty and finding their own path in life. The older has lost their own identity to their fathers will/need to control all life around him at the cost of everyone’s joy. A heinous act that was a plan that was in the works for months that came to a head like a tactical nuke going off at a dynamite factory. They only reason any of the heartache and pain they went through happened is because that man lost all power, so he exuded cruelty to make everyone around him just as miserable.

I know power doesn’t always corrupt and lead to cruelty, but when it does no one is happy in the end. That’s just my observation of the world around me.

So does power equal cruelty? What’s your opinion.

– Poetic Ice

My Reason Why

My reason why

Reasons/
We all have reasons/
Reasons to live/
To smile/
To cry/
To die/
Reasons why are everywhere/
My reason why wears my ring/
My reason why can make me sing/
My reason why is why I breathe/
My reason why love’s me like you wouldn’t believe/
She is why I live
She is why I give
She taught me so much about life/
She was try god given choice for a wife/
My reason why is all I need/
My reason why is of a unique breed/
My reason reason why…/
I thank the Lord each day as I send my prayers high/

-Poetic Ice

The Enemy

The enemy

I always feel like somebody’s watching me/
In the noir of night the damned demons bare their fangs/
As they target it my neck feels paper thin/
Here is where it begins/
Fear sets in, gives you the option for fight or flight/
Red blazing eyes pierce your soul, sapping your might/
A vicious paralysis grips you, disables your legs/
Let me rend your flesh, it’s bloodlust begs/
Hope, is lost as morbid curiosity begins to ask/
What manner of beast is this, who is can do this task/
A boldness creeps into your heart and you ask why/
With a guttural snarl it rips into your thigh/
Down, you fall writhing in pain/
Knowing you are doomed, the sky lets loose rain/
Survival, a drive in you is aroused and you fight back/
Angering the demon, it mauls you with its attack/
You lost before you could even start/
The being of darkness easily pierced your heart/
Death, comes easy, your soul to take/
Eyes flutter open as you lay in a could sweat, finally awake/
You see the demon eyes staring at you, surely your losing your mind/
Flipping a light, you gave at the demonic reflection, it’s you, humankind/

Our greatest enemy will always be ourselves. Once we stop fighting ourselves we can achieve anything.

-Poetic Ice

Dreams, Rules, and Lives

Dreams, Rules, and Lives

Dreams, we chase them/
Rules, we break them/
Lives we touch them/
Eternally we go through static change/
Things seem different but are really the same and deranged/
Individuality seems outside of our range/
In our mission to differ, we often align/
Like a horse being pulled, a tamed equine/
We fall into a trap that is sublime/
Due to the messages that are subliminal/
Societal norms makes different criminal/
Soon our creative fires dim down until they are minimal/
But some persevere and remain strong/
Let those flames of individuality burn up those norms of wrong/
Create your dream that glitters in your head as a passionate song/
You have dreams, chase them/
Some rules inhibit you, break them/
As a result, many lives, you will touch them