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Poetry

My Poetry

My poetry

It’s been a while, I’ve been too nice
The world almost forgot about Ice
Poetically gifted
coming to you live with the bullshit sifted
the world bores me with it’s rhyming game
these people are becoming mentally lame

Yes my old has improved since I got a wife
My eternal Sun, the love of my life
but I’m still the poetic king of the east
I’m still the word smith, ink bleeding beast
Still able to fill your world with light
or tear your psyche asunder with my pen’ might

poetry is the battlefield of light and dark
sharpened halo’s & flaming pitch forks leave their mark
Both sides pulling, claiming you as one of them
is my pen of demonic allegiance or the seraphim?
I guess this pen will create a fallen angel’s wings
creating verses meant to be spoken by kings

one or two fans will never suffice
The whole world will know Poetic Ice

-Poetic Ice

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Poetry

Stars

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The stars are terribly far away, but we are taught to reach for them

bright burning orbs light years away that teach us every single day

Teach us that no matter what we must burn on

burn on and burn bright so we can illuminate all

Be the guiding light for those who may one day falter and fall

though we may ourselves fall, we must never dim

we must keep going burn on just like them

ever present, ever luminescent

burn bright like a star, for when you do your light reaches so far

Poetic Ice

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Off kilter

Something is a bit off
I am slightly out of my cran-I-um
But I don’t really see the pro-b-lem
But do you I ask?
Tell me what that is
C’mon there is no harm in spea-king
Isn’t control over my choices what you’re see-king
Is it that bad that when you see me you see-king?
Or is it you’re trying to stop your invite to my Carn-I-Val
Cuz you’re a meal for the cerebral Carn-I-vore!
Go ahead and enter there’s so much more
Get over stimulated by my mind
Take it all in and leave blind.
Or just blinded by my cre-a-tivity
I promise you’ll get the full worth of your free admission
For the amount of you that lose sanity I get a commission.
Hahaha I guess something is a bit off
Because I achieve true sat-is-faction from throwing you off!

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New Age Slavery

Still slaves
Building new age pyramids
And picking cotton, silks, and denim
drinking that poison, smoking that venom
Each day the ignorance works just enough to place another brick on the pyramid of another
Just to pick new “Cottons” to impress and condemn their brother
Its a shame that we breathe in the bullshit
Flee from the pulpit
And just don’t know how to quit,
Being enslaved.
Building another’s pyramid until our tombstone is engraved
But we don’t care because we feel that it pays,
Because soon I’ll get that new pair of J’s
Placing a top stone on another’s empire
Whilst we don’t even notice our slavery because we don’t feel the sun’s hell fire
We’ve been enslaved by the false status of the name brand
As well as the lack of the ability to make a stand
A stand or attempt to build your own “empire” or road to pave
Its apparent that we’d rather be a modern day slave.

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world observations

What are you Thankful For?

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First things first Happy Thanksgiving friends and family! This has been one event filled year for us, and not all positive. But in the spirit of the Holiday I am thankful. I am still alive and able to make changes to my life, and I still have a family that loves me. So no matter how bad some of the events of this year have been I’m thankful.

I’m thankful for my gorgeous wife Devin, that I was lucky/blessed enough to marry this year on March 8th. This gorgeous woman has given me unconditional love, devotion, loyalty, and laughs once March 11, 2010 without fail. Never once has she let me down or gave me cause for concern. I love you booba!

Due to an unexpected death in the family we’ll be apart for the Holiday. I was given the task of writing to pass the time when I wasn’t working. I’m a writer/blogger/poet so usually if I have a spare moment words flow out of me for no reason whatsoever. But this week without her I’ve only been able to write 2 pages of my new fiction drama. Devin is my muse, and without her being near I lost my ability to focus on the task at hand. Words usually blend together in my mind and form this perfect mixture of poetry or fiction that I place on paper or on a word document with relative ease and speed. This week I’ve been at a snail’s pace. I’m lucky to have such am inspirational muse in my life to push me towards greatness. Thank you Devin!

With the world going to war with itself, kids being killed, and people committing more crimes than ever people don’t seem to be thankful for much anymore. The media has skipped being thankful altogether and shifted the calender to show only Halloween, Black Friday, and Christmas. The only reason for that is consumerism and greed in my opinion. It’s as if the world prefers we forget the togetherness, joy, and love we’re supposed to feel for each other and be thankful for.

I’m thankful for my loving family, amazing wife, and the life given to me. What are you Thankful for?

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I'm thankful for you baby

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Pillow talk

The sheets are quiet tonight
The heart heavy
The soul blackened like coal
I hate being without your pillow talk that makes me feel whole
The comforter is without so much as a whisper
Leaving me with the memories of when I last kissed her
The walls simply echo, you miss her
I’m lost at sea on this bed
The whispers of her name fill my head
Her memories gently dance on her pillow
Quietly as the wind whips the willow
It’s too quiet, I miss her talk
It’s a cold somber night without her pillow talk

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Angels

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The ranks of the angels has yet again grown
Another sweet loved one has been called home
Heaven has grown happier
Yet we’re yet again are in tears
Lord I know you need your angels
But why do you have To take them so soon?
We weren’t finished with them yet
We had more to learn
More love to give
I’ll never know their hug or kiss again
Without them I’m a wreck I don’t know where to begin
I know you have plans
I know how our Lord demands
But did you have to make them an angel so soon!?
An angel with grace on her wings
The angelic choir yet again sings
I should be happy, but tears are what their song brings
I promise not to be angry forever lord
I know you have a plan lord
You have gained another great Angel lord
But for now I cry why lord?

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Insomniac

It’s 3 in the morning/
And I’m up with no warning/
Mind bursting with random thought/
Another intellectual battle to be fought/
Sleep you elusive dame/
Once again I’m chasing you in this game/
I simply want to revitalize my soul/
But now I contemplate my life’s roll/
Why can’t I sleep/
Maybe I should count sheep/
My sheets are as soft as silk/,So should I be out with a glass of warm milk?/
No, now I’m watching night birth a sunrise/
And a day full of drowsiness is my only Prize/
I’ll be a manic by noon/
If I can’t solve This insomnia soon/

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