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The Holiday Spirit

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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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Angels rejoice, mortals mourn 

How are you supposed to feel

When the angels rejoice and the mortals mourn/

The seraphim welcome new members with zeal/

Yet the mortals aren’t to wallow in they scorn/

Their loved one is now free of pain

Yet I can’t look up and smile

The best I can do is yell your name as I cry in the rain/

Recovery is going to take a while

Powerless, devoid of strength, weak/

A piece of your heart has ascended

Knowing you can’t perpetuate life can make one meek/

Death puts cracks your hearts armor no matter how well defended/

Now the heavenly host has two saints looking down on us/

I should take comfort in that when I look up/

But I’d rather have you with us

Is that an idea so corrupt?

I’m just saying I miss you

But I’ve yet to say it aloud

If I do I accept life without you

I should man up and make you proud/

But I’m not strong enough yet I need time/

You would say things happen when the lord wills them

Normally that would quail my mind/

But it brings me rage and sadness and honestly I blame him/

I know that’s wrong

But it’s my emotions at the most raw/

I’m sorry lord but for now that’s my song/

A hurt hymn that calms my quivering jaw/

I’m searching for my solace as the angels rejoice/

Crying angrily as the mortals mourn/

It’s a part of life I must accept with no choice/

I miss my angels, and I’m torn…
Pray for us…. 

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Night Shift

I belong to a unique sect

A set of warriors who excel at night

Your dinner gives way to nighttime ramblings/

Its our peak time for live or death gambling/

Night workers, black sheep that can’t be herd/

Taking the blame for inaction without saying a word/

Truly are the heroes unsung

The martyrs for which blames noose is hung/

Yet we still push on with all our might/

Because we honestly do love the night/
-poetic Ice

Be proud to be a night shift worker. All employees are of value and deserve appreciation whether they work day or night. On that same token mistakes are made equally whether they are nocturnal or diurnal, take ownership of them and learn from them. Be proud of yourself and your shift!

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Finest Hour

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Finest Hour

We have long since left our world’s Finest Hour

Due to our beings reveling in corruption & Power

Our world is now being made devoid of truth

Hearts are too easily lead to commit murders like Dylan Roof

Pride, Justice, & Decency is clearly on the back burner

Since young people commit heinous rapes like Brock Turner

Every day now is a blood covered sight

Because people have been battered, beaten, & executed before Miranda Rights

Our youth’s Brains are clouded in smoke, faces in phones

Even peaceful police protest become gruesome warzones

In recent history, our youth is yet to experience a world at peace

As violence & war persists, life is soon to cease

The world is lacerated, needs to be healed by love

We need to make peace more than the elegant imagery of a dove

We’ve too long been at war with politics, media and self

Led by leaders whom by any means seek out wealth

In a world where spilling blood is as good as currency

A desensitized world where violence, unless to self, doesn’t instill a sense of urgency

The self-realization of mortality is coming too fast

We shouldn’t have to calm crying babies who feel today may be their lasts

Some will wonder when the world turned so sour

Sadly, It always was, mass media just updates you every hour

Therein lies the vector for infection

Don’t believe me? Just do some reflection

The powers that be use it to perpetuate a stigma

They cry for peace & justice, but promote war and injustice, Hypocritical Enigma

You’ll always hear of the cop killing of a cafeteria

But never go the one fired for talking to the man filled with hysteria

The real reason Stephen Mader was canned was for not making the kill

Is violent deaths & Sadness the only thing churned out by this media mill?

Not always, but mostly because it gives them power

The power to keep us disjointed, weak, & only able to cower

I see the state of my world and simply glower

With a burning desire to turn back time to our world’s finest hour

  • Poetic Ice
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Amorous Felony

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I’m here to make an accusation

Of this crime of felonious infatuation

Without any resistance on my part

She came through and stole my heart

With me so deep in this world of grime

It was easy for her to commit the crime

She came through all the ups and downs

Easily broke through my frowns

Came to me when I was at the brink of deaths acceptance

To force me to fight for my existence

Go to war just to stand by her side

Doing all God would allow me to make her my bride

The cliché says it was my heart that she stole

But in truth she merged with me, becoming one with my soul

Turning the cacophony of my life to the perfect symphony

Even if it was an amorous felony

 

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Passion Pen

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Passion Pen

Tell me, how long has it been?

Since I made you cum with the stroke of a pen

The sweet whispers to your heart that have you about to bust

Because you know every word is more than lust

It’s a passion that drives me deeply into your core

So eager to find your sensitives areas and explore

Deeper into the fathoms of your love, leaving your tummy sore

Breathing heavy as my tantalizing makes your stomach ripple

Making your soul shiver by sucking on your nipple

The way I take command of you isn’t fair

But I expect no less than submission when I pull your hair

I want it all, your love, loyalty & lust, the total package

In return I’ll bend you over the way you like, as a true savage

You’re going to get it every way you like don’t fret

I have an insatiable need to keep you wet

Now you got me ready to conquer you all over again

All because you got me started with this pen

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Introductions

Introductions

Hi, we haven’t met

So I’m kind of a stranger, but don’t fret

This is the one case where that’s not bad

Because to you my little angel, I’m dad

You’re the seed that we did sow

But your purpose is to help us both grow

Through teaching & providing I can grow closer to God

Tougher skin will come from your eventual jeers of my Dad Bod

I’ll have to be strong for when you get your first scrap

Help you take flight when you don your first cape

The thought of holding you is one that can’t be beat

Can’t wait for time to push forward so we can finally meet

  • Poetic Ice
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What Do You See?

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Mr. Policeman what do you see

When you see my African-American skin wrapped around the soul within me

Is something in melanin that tells some not to serve & protect?

Or is it simply a different skin tone you reject?

Do you see that I’ve been robbed?

Or do you see us committing robbery as a mob?

Can you fathom an interracial love on your surveillance tape?

Or is it just a blond haired Blue-eyed rape?

Have you seen a Negro reach for their ID?

Or do you empty your gun just cause, turning them into human debris?

Have you seen my compliance & hat I’m unarmed?

Or do you blindly abuse & murder me to save yourself from imaginary harm?

Will you ever understand why we continually protest?

Or do your eyes behold unpatriotic anarchy & civil unrest?

Do you carry the weight of a mother’s tears when her baby dies?

Or do you rejoice like the Lord answered your cries?

Can you understand that the Black has been raped by the blue?

Or is this the only way of life you see as true?

My unlabeled soul ask all you labelers I see,

Mr. Policeman, What do you see?

-Poetic Ice

 

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