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One harsh B!+©h

We all live this thing called life/
She is one harsh B!+©h/
Such a volatile mixture of success, lessons and strife/

She takes her time to set you up/
Making it easy to knock you down/
Confusing you will the philosophy of a half empty or full cup/

Once you get a grasp on things you smile/
Life lets you think you that you won/
But give it a minute life will strike back with style/

It’s like this B!+©h has a frigid vendetta/
She needs you to stumble before you stand/
So she shot you point blank with Beretta/

Damn life is one harsh B!+©h/
One that we all fight to live/
She teaches us the difference of wealth and rich/

The harsh B!+©h is our first gift, greatest curse/
Because no matter how harsh we crave to live her/
So be grateful because it could be a lot worse/

Poetic Ice
Just venting about that chick life, but still ready to conquer the next day

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To Be Human Is To Be Powerless

To be human is to be powerless. To live is to be fragile. So to make up for our weakness we ascertain power through knowledge and innovation. Innovation that leads to “technology”. Whether it was the wheel or contacts that detect drop in blood glucose levels, we revel in our technology because it makes us feel powerful.

“Humanity has grown immensely powerful with their advancements in knowledge and technology. We can prolong life and live better, but we will never prevent death. Only delay it. We are growing in power yes, but we are but fledgling trees standing in the path of the Hurricane that is God. We know not of true power but we fantasize about it.”

I say that because now matter how powerful we make ourselves We won’t stop the inevitability of death. It’s the common denominator amongst us mortal beings, and when we are reminded of that fact I hate it so much. It’s that reminder that makes you feel so helplessly powerless in life no matter the knowledge and power you posses.

A reminder came for me today at my job. This week there has just been an abnormal rise in the humane euthanasia rate so all of my co-workers were feeling their mortality. None more so than the Veterinarians I’m sure. But today a patient with a terminal condition came for a routine check up and was exhibiting signs of distress. With this job you see this day in and day out, and are trained to know this could improve for a while, or go downhill quickly. I KNOW that going in to the Vet Clinic everyday. But seeing this pet struggle just to find comfort and then finally getting comfortable softened my exterior long enough to be reminded we are only humans with limited control. Once the patient started to settle the clients were ready to check out, but in a matter of minutes their conditioned crashed and we were rushing to save its life. It was seconds, but felt like an eternity, and eventually the pet passed away in my arms. As a human you come face To face with your own mortality when you see the life leave another beings eyes. It hurt me to be powerless in stopping that pets passing. At the same time I knew it was better that way instead prolonging their suffering. Humans make the call for Humane Euthanasia all the time, and we have been all week it seems but this time it was God who took over the situation.

It was a reminder that at any given moment things could change, and our power is rendered useless in the face of Destiny. We are Human, a fleeting fragile thing that try to to dominate this Earth. It’s our nature to live and obtain as much power as we can so we do. We strengthen our fragility to its peak, more so with each passing generation. Why? Because we must continue to improve. To stop would mean to cease to exist, and we humans no matter how many times we are reminded we aren’t always in charge won’t stop searching for power.

To be human is to be powerless. To live is to be fragile. To have a finite mortality means defying it at every turn until the end. That is our destiny.

But that’s just my two cents on the world around me

Poetic Ice

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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What would you do?

Earlier today I was making my evening commute home and I witnessed three different faces of humanity. If you’ve ever been to Myrtle Beach, South Carolina in the summer then you probably know that highway 544 is pretty busy during the day. Today was no different as I headed for home. As I neared an intersection that was in close proximity to Coastal Carolina University the light was turning red and people were taking their final moments to turn down a residential road. This is where I met the different faces of reality. Two cars and a moped all were making left turns as the car ahead of mine approached the intersection. The two cars heading east made the turn, and the moped made its approach. This is the moment that order gave way to chaos. The moped driver, whom I later learned was Jeremy Miller, was going less than 15mph and started to make his way through the intersection. The one car ahead of me saw his chance to go once the moped went through so they advanced, BUT the moped went through some gravel causing the wheel to lose traction. The moped jerked hard and threw him down hard. He slammed his arm on th asphalt and the back of his head. Luckily he was wearing a book bag so his head was spared some damage. On the split second that this happened the three faces appeared.

The first was the face of Indifference which was worn by the driver of the car ahead if me that was trying by any means necessary to make it through this light. They actually sped up when Jeremy fell and swerved into oncoming traffic to go around his unconscious body. He shot down highway 544 without even looking back. Truly indifferent to humanity in need.

The second was the face of Compassion within Chaos. At all four sides of the intersection a member of humanity stepped up to wear this face. To my right an older lady rushed from her car to the young man’s side first trying to get him to respond. I parked my car and rushed to him and began to help her rouse him. To his left another older vacationing last called 911. A third younger woman rushed from a few car lengths behind us and helped stabilize his head and began to triage the situation because she was a nurse/emt on vacation. A guy who works as a pool table transporter brought over blankets for him, and another began to divert traffic around him. All in a matter of seconds we reacted. Blocked traffic, roused Jeremy, and focused on helping him maintain consciousness as we awaited help.

The third most heinous face was the face of inconsiderate evil in my opinion. A man on a motorcycle was behind me before I stopped my car and was irate that the traffic flow halted for an unconscious man laying in the middle of an intersection. He began hurling insults and cursing at the guy directing traffic and trying to make us move the victim. With him being a possible head/neck trauma we wouldn’t dare move him so we ignored him, but the insults kept coming. Once two off duty cops arrived and had a word with him He quieted down and was finally directed through.

After the paramedics arrived they tended to Jeremy and got him sent on his way to the hospital. He seemed like he was going make a recovery from his fall. After the rest of the witnesses and I made our police reports I started on my way home. I started to wonder about the three faces of humanity I witnessed. My instincts pulled me to help. That irate guy’s instincts told him to berate the people around him. The guy who almost ran Jeremy over once he fell chose to run away as fast ad possible. I can’t blame them from leaving, it wasn’t a family member of theirs. But at the same time it was a member of his species.

I don’t know if it was the fact that I’m a veterinary technician that instantly drew me from my car, or just an instinctual need to help That was born into me but I chose to help. My question is, what would you do if you saw a person take nasty spill would you:
A. Help them out
B. Be indifferent
C. Be disgusted with the situation

Let me know,

Poetic Ice