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Poetry

I’m Still Here

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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Poetry

5 yet 10

March 8th 2019 the sun has risen again

Turning our relationship into 5 yet 10

This day 5 years ago at 5pm you became my wife/

But it was 10 years ago when you began to change my life/

We’ve had this eloquent song and dance a third of our lives/

It’s amazing when you stop to realize/

We found in school what many get lost looking for/

And that was a pure love to keep breathing for/

I will never stop saying you’re my sexy savior

And will blame you for my lovey behavior

My queen whom has seen me beyond low

My goddess who will defend me from every blow/

Gorgeous eyes that are beyond depth

Still has the power to take away my breath

I see your smile and can’t help but renew my promise to you/

Promise to always be there and true

Promise to support and be honest

Promise to be your warrior on every conquest/

We’ve come so far at this point

Metaphorically joined at the hip joint

I knew from the moment we first kissed you were the one/

Now you’re having our first son

When thinking of you alone I still feel humble

That you allowed me to catch you and not to fumble/

You chose me as your king, and I refuse to drop the crown

Without you I’m nothing, I can’t exist without you around.

You are truly magic without a tome of fiction

Indescribable elegance in any form of diction

With my wife, mother of my child, on March 8, 2019 the sun rose again

Turning our bond 5 yet 10.

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Let’s talk Candy Shop

Happy Monday all, since October has started I’ve been trying to promote my Candy Shop Novel in honor of my birthday and so far it’s been fun. I actually took the time to vlog about it on my YouTube channel. I’ll link it below. If you haven’t heard of my book I’ll post a link to it directly on amazon, but a link will also be on the video!

This novel is the story of a young woman, Jordan Jones, who must deal with the drama in her life one problematic day at a time. Her nightlife as a stripper to support her 3 year old son whilst she tries to finish college puts her at odds with her non supportive, belittling family. The child’s father is a monster in and of himself. Her world is always one step away from crashing until she meets someone who helps her find love for herself. Take a journey to the Candy Shop and see what awaits you!

My vlog about the novel

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Poetry

Focus

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Lost in Thought

lost in time

loss of acuity

I’ve lost my focus

adrift in the abyss

something is amiss

I can’t find the source

I’ve lost my focus

I have to recenter myself

I have to clear my mind

I have to work towards my destiny

But I’ve lost my focus

Obliterate my old ways

seek out new days

reforge my present into a new destiny

I’VE FOUND MY FOCUS

-Poetic Ice-

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Poetry

Tick tick ticking

Tick tick ticking away

Ebbing away at my sanity

Eroding my empathy

Degrading my humanity

Tick tick ticking away

Getting closer to detonation

Forever getting lost in contemplation

Losing my mind without explanation

Tick tick ticking away

The fuse is getting closer to its end

My soul is about to bend

My body has lost its will to self defend

Tick tick ticking away….

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Poetry

Her Soul

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The eyes are the window to the soul

Within hers I see love

In its purest form, it radiates a powerful luminance

But when they tear that light starts to dim

When I regale them my core feels grim

It pains me to see love Necrose to despair

The love now seeps out with a glare

Sadness now corrupts the purity of her gaze

Because over and over again her heart has been razed

The eyes are the window to the torn soul

Within hers I see it begging to be whole

I vow to complete her so I dive into her heart

To the deepest chasm is where I’ll start

From the sadness onslaught I’ll defend

Slowly the soul will mend

Fixing every layer without stop

My job isn’t done until we have love on top

The eyes are the window to the soul

Maintaining the love in hers is my goal.

-Poetic Ice

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Poetry

Writing junkie

Mental engine turned on/
My pen is a blur, so gone/
My thoughts are coming alive/
The creativity of my soul is in overdrive/
My pen will bring about a new world’s birth/
Where my intellect alone will determine its worth/
Will there be peace or situations dire/
Lush green fields or cities of fire/
To write is to become a lyrical God/
A chains to stave off tyranny the likes of general Zod/
I feel it, the it burns up my soul/
Just making it all the more easy to write a junkies role/
It would be a crime to take away my pen/
Equated to a soul slandering sin/
It’s time, time to create/
When I’ll stop is not up for debate/
I don’t know who is in control/
Who is the poet, and who has the pen’s role/
I’m a slave to the passion of writing/
Take me away then, I’m not fighting/
Away to create, It’s something I must do/
It’s the easiest way for me to stay true/

Poetic ice

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Burnt out

Burnt out like a struck match/
The perfect breeding ground for insanity to hatch/
The mind is stretched too damn thin/
Making the inner demons claw at your skin/
Constant irritation makes you see red/
The inner fire being perpetually fed/
Rage and exhaustion because you need need need/
So I give up my wants and to you concede?/
FUCK that I’m honestly tired/
For the time being from my life you’re fired/
You can’t expect me to blaze on, when I’m at wick’s end/
Back up off me and let my soul mend/
I’m so burnt out I smell of charred embers/
At this point I being tired is all my bod remembers/
Give me a moment, resting is my right!/
After awhile I’ll yet again be able to ignite/

Only if I rest lol
Poetic ice

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Poetry

Missing

I’m looking for someone/
Maybe you could help me/
Something awful must’ve happened, what have I done/

See our lives were interwoven into loves rope/
A bond that was what I thought, sacred/
But seems I was wrong, is there hope?

Hope of your secrets to come to light?/
Will I once again earn a trust I knew not I lost/
Or have you declared war, is this a fight?/

If so brandish the blades, go in armed/
If you’ve turned on me, let the  bridges burn!/
I won’t be the only one harmed/

As you cut through our memories you will know pain/
A time when you need me will arise/
But you’ll be left bleeding out in the rain/

I wanted this fixed/
You chose to shun me/
Now my rage and sorrow are mixed/

I thought you lost, a person gone missing/
A person I could one day find again/
But I found only a snake hissing/

Poetic Ice

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