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….
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
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 chance 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
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 body 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
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
I am
A son
A husband
A man
A lover
A warrior
A pacifist
A monster
Or worse
Human
I live to
Conquer my ambitions
Explore my passions
Write poetry
Pen novels
Benefit humanity
I won’t
Accept failure
Go against my own wishes
Perpetuate hatred
Incite ignorance
Be lazy
I am
Simply I am
I am me
All I wish to be
Poetic Ice
Biding my time all week
It’s torture as time creeps
mundane Monday
Tedious Tuesday
Weakening Wednesday
Teasing Thursday
All lead to Freedom Friday
The day when He is reborn
The Friday Night Freak
On the hunt, your soft pleasures I seek
24 hours when my mission is to make you week
Sanity slipping Sex is the goal
Its not a matter of Do you or don’t you
You will be tied up and pleased beyond your limits
You will feel me as I fill you
I’ve been ravenous for the taste of you
I will quench my thirst upon your pools
I’ll loose counts of how many times I conquer your orgasm
I love you that is true
But this is a steamy lust that I brew
I will take you
On top, below, or from behind
I will dominate you so you know that you are mine
Friday Night is a time you will rejoice
because it is now I’ll play in your most moist
From now until Midnight you are mine
This is the time when I’ll slowly Grind
I’m not stopping until we’re both weak
Just another case of the Friday Night Freak
Poetic Ice
It’s easy to be crazy, hard to be sane
A fact that rings true much to my disdain
Oh the humanity
I’m trapped in my sanity
Life’s goal is for you not to be demented
Not to give someone boots that are cemented
Just to stay calm and chill
Don’t give in to the orgasmic urge to kill
Be noble, wear a cape like Bruce Wayne
Never be a Joker laughing at a blood stain
Don’t ever let the blood smear
Hold you sanity very near
I’m wrapped in a straight jacket called society
Where nut jobs and wackos get notoriety
They walk loose, everyone is dangerous
Pushing the limits of Gore trying to be infamous
Yet we are instructed, taught, trained to be sane
It’s almost a sin to even complain
Insane sanity, it’s not rare, actually commonplace
Its almost normal to want to hatchet a face
But if sanity is insane and insanity is sane
Then, who is really in the straight jacket? The Joker or Bruce Wayne
It can really bother the mind
Are you insane? Or sane with an axe to grind?
Poetic Ice
Who really knows?
For the first time in days
I can finally feel the sun’s rays
we’ve been berated by dark
children sat depressed in the park
no light so save our souls
consumed with noir until we are buried in holes
the sun is now all too bright
it’s almost something to fill me with fright.
the once oh so coveted light
it’s almost a sin to feel so right
The dark has changed our mood
now it’s instinctive to be dark and brood
Fix this dark stained world with light
Do it now with your luminous might!
Dreams
They may be prophetic
Never pathetic
Each with its own meaning
Trying to teach you something
Hoping you hold onto one thing
Sanity barely in your grip
Some dreams cause it to slip
What’s with this imagery?
Often times cryptic dark imagery
To teach you to cherish the light
Yet filling you with abrasive fright
Fall has arrived, time for rakes
Watch under the leaves for snakes
Betrayal and enemies in the air
Your dream warning, the only thing making this fair
Terrifying thoughts of death
Maybe even material item theft
What do all these dreams mean
Are they just another bout of rapids in my mental stream?
Poetic Ice
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