My sweet spring bore a bitter winter
But I can’t recall where my life began to splinter/
I was loved, was the happiest of progeny
Now it seems I’m employed by the depression agency/
This surely wasn’t my life’s plan…
Happy boy, Sad man….
My fragrant breeze of spring beget a pungent gale of winter/
But when did my smile burn to cinders?
I had the entire world, in control of its motion
Now I don’t even master my emotion
Disheartened, broken head of my clan,
The Happy Boy, and Sad Man
-Poetic Ice
I am anxious to meet you
My young black queen
My heart flutters for you
Awaiting your arrival on the scene
My little Hemingway Girl born of Me
Just thinking of it makes me cheese!
Truly your reign will be one to see!
I already know I’m going to bend how you please
I just can’t wait to hold you
Already loving you so much
I am so anxious to meet you
I can’t wait for you to know your Daddy’s touch
As long as the sun illuminates my eyes
I’ll have the insatiable desire to plant in the garden between your thighs
Oh to press my warm lips to the petals of your delicate rose
Gently drinking your life dew as my nature grows
With every sip I shiver as I anticipate diving in your river
Using every inch of my power to make the bed quick until you quiver
Something we’ve done countless times before, yet always feels new
Our bodies screaming in ecstasy as i dive into you
Ravaging your soul all night until the job is done
So we can offer up our orgasm as tribute to the morning sun
-Poetic Ice
My beautiful melanated rose
Each thorn contains a different facet of my prose
Entire worlds fall from each prominent promising petal like dew
Roots dug deep and searching to entangle and enrich hearts anew
Stretching towards the sun trying to seize each day
Fighting hard not to wither away
Life happens, Dew dries, and petals fall
life’s parasites tear at the roots and begin to gnaw
Roots snap, the will of the stem starts to bend
Ebony petals adorn the earth
growing crisp as they forget their worth
worlds grew dark as the dew dried
life happened and the black rose died
The creative energy is ravenous and will always generate a need
The black rose will sprout again, as life destroys, it has also provided a seed
-Poetic Ice
I often find it hard to believe you are a mortal like me
For you are an ethereal beauty for all to see
A gorgeous and tranquility inducing soul
A deity who’s love has been my goal
To behold your beauty is more than I’ll ever deserve
Just being around you sets fire to every nerve
Such is your beauty, I want to keep it all to me
But in order for you to flourish, I know you must always be free…
-Poetic Ice-
Two thousand twenty one A.D.
Ripped, tore, tarnished and burned every part of me/
Lawful crime, politics, and pandemics
All harmed our souls with their gimmicks
2021 is a bitch I want to cast away
Bring in 2022 for a welcome stay!
21 was rife with death, stench foul
With so many tears soaked in I couldn’t throw in the towel
It was too heavy like my heart
Dazed and confused I didn’t know where to start/
But come the first you’re dead to me 21
Wish I could say it’s been fun
I’m jumping into 2022
Emotional pounds? Yeah I’m shedding a few
I’m leaving you behind, stuck in the view rear!
Be blessed world, Happy New Year!
-Poetic Ice
Hello, operator I’d like to place a call to Heaven
I want to ask Saint Peter a question, in fact I’m Begging
You see, he allowed my parents in, and I don’t know what to do
I was so unprepared for this I still try to call home at a quarter past two
Who would’ve thought I’d crave their guidance even as a grown man
Even thought they raised me up, I don’t think I’m ready to lead my own clan
I know In my heart I don’t have a choice
please Saint Peter, I want them to hear my voice
I want to tell them I love them
I want to say I need them
I want them to see their grandson, a real Phenom
I just want one more chance to say I love you to my mom
Saint Peter I beg of you, you can have my all!
Just name your fee, and accept my call!
My eyes burn from all these tears
Because my reality has become one of my greatest fears!
I’ll pray and do good deeds days 1-7
Just please take my call in heaven….
Poetic Ice
I have brothers not of my mother
grew up with a family like no other
with so much love I could smother
but none of that stopped this crime
I still grew up in a mental bind
welcome to the confessions of a dangerous mind
surrounded by people I was lonely
coveted by girls, I felt homely
flirting with death had become homey
I lived life feeling second best
never afforded a moments rest
not if I wanted to ace that next test
I went to college to paint a collage of ill will
self depreciation increased as I grew in skill
every reflection I saw, I only thought kill
graduation got close, and suicidal thoughts came to a head
permeated with rage, I was only seeing red
all roads were leading to me dead
pat of me felt like there was no help, no one to turn to
I felt like someone you could burn through
but that changed when I met the girl with eyes of brown hue
no more panic attacks and pills
just love unfurling and thrills
simply thinking of your kiss gave me chills
For the first time in a long time I felt okay
I had to question was it right to feel that way
often fearing that feeling wouldn’t stay
a weird feeling going from shroud of darkness to the veil of light
its like going from blind to sight
but not everyone gets that same ending to this fight
Many fight alone and fall from grace
leaving loved ones behind as they take a suicidal end to the race
a lot of times because someone told them to “Man up” to their face
many often need help but are afraid to cry out
Someone yelled for me, now I’m going to shout
Seek the healing help you need, this isn’t the final bout!
You are here with us, not alone
you have a place to belong to, you aren’t without a home
if you need help pick up a phone!
I know this world is sick and sadistic
at this point it needs intervention from something mystic
but get the help you need, don’t become a statistic!
The National Suicide Prevention Lifeline can be reached at 800-273-TALK (8255)
you have people who love you, if you need help call someone and confide in them. each day is a blessing, don’t cut them short!
Love,
LeTavious “Poetic Ice” Hemingway
It’s been 2 years
I still have moments where I have to dry my tears
So many things are different in my space
Everyday I see you in my face
You are my Hero, that is true
I try to emulate, even growing my hair like you
Just to let you know our family name isn’t done
I’m sure you know, but I’m having a son!
I’ve tried to live strong
Make you proud, not do your name wrong
It’s been hard as hell without you
I have so many questions
At this point Dad I’ll take any suggestions
You taught me so many things
Like how to find music that makes my heart sing
But you didn’t teach me how to move ahead without you
We hurt so much without you
But I stand strong, I hear your voice
I hear you saying I have no choice
So I live right with no regret
Taking down every threat
When you left us it took away my breath
But I won’t be sad on the day of your death
This day was not your End
Just the beginning of flight without Sin
I miss you so so much Dad
You’ve made me strong so life isn’t all bad
Thank you…. I miss you….
Poetic Ice
I’m still here
The Champine won his title match
He fought and was reward because he was victorious
Now he rest amongst the warriors
But do not be sad,
“I’m still here”
A powerful effect those words had
“I’m still here”
Stop all that crying, don’t feel bad!
You don’t have to look far to see him
It’s not a phrase he uttered in a whim
“I’m still here”
Just gaze into the eyes of my son
“I’m still here”
He is my legacy, he is the one
“I’m still here”
It’s evident in my lovely wife
“I’m still here”
She is the love of my life
“I’m still here”
My gorgeous sisters were my heart
“I’m still here”
Just ask them bout me, the convo won’t know where to stop or start
“I’m still here”
For that lil girl my protection will never cease
“I’m still here”
She is my heart, my darling niece
Don’t worry for me
I’m completely free
Me not being here does change the scene
But fret not I’m smiling, happy, The Champine
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