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Sacred Swords Novel Giveaway!

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Hello Heroes,

As you know I write poetry as well as original stories. Sometimes short in length others are novel length. One of my moat Sacred is my novel Titled Sacred Swords. Its a young adult fantasy fiction novel based in modern times. It’s the story of two college students who were on their spring break together during their senior year. They go from normal students to finding out they are descended from God’s and destined to defend the world from a force of true darkness and his physical manifestations of the Seven Deadly Sins. Armed with their Sacred Swords Hurricane, and Soliel they set out to master their newfound abilities and prevent the world’s destruction, all while passing finals. College life is a difficult one.

I’m actually doing a giveaway from now until 9/27 although I may extended it. It’s a simple process. Just go to my Facebook page for the novel, like it, and post something that truly makes me laugh. That’s all, I want to laugh as much as I want you all to enjoy my writing. No gimmicks or purchasing of anything necessary. Just make me laugh and you get a book that I hope you enjoy and share with others

Make me laugh here–> http://www.Facebook.com/SacredSwords

Poetic Ice, aka LeTavious Hemingway

(The winner will be notified and info will be exchanged for the book delivery then.)

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Poetry

Possession

Your body
Now under my control
To bend to my whim and will
Possession
I’ve infiltrated the corners of your soul
I’ll twist and turn your passion
Tangle your fingers in the sheets
Toes curled as your heart increases beats
You thought you were in control
Thought this was your choice
Silly one, you never had a voice
Simply the sexual prey
Never once able to keep me at bay
You’re the one that was caught
But feels too good to catch your breath
Only when I ordain it so
I tell your body when yo stop and go
Your orgasm is the lock, I am the key
Once unlocked, then I’ll let you free
You are forever under my control
Oppression? No possession of your very soul

Poetic Ice

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Poetry

Heart Beat

Ba-bum ba-bum
The calm heart beats
A calmness in the air, a peace in the streets
Silently the sun swiftly sets
The dangers arise, evil places bets
What are the odds you’ll live the night
What was that sound? Was it your fright?
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
The heart turns up the frequency
Your body shivers, surrounded by delinquency
Go left, no right! Not down the dark alley
Turn the corner, only to enter death valley
Stripping you of money and clothes isn’t their goal
These dark citizens are after your soul
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
The heart now the star of a bloody thriller
Your eyes locked on your would be killer
Mind confused, do I fight or run?
Either way he’ll cut you down fir fun
Drop to your knees beg for life
A smile breaks out as he licks his knife
Ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum ba-bum
Adrenaline takes over as you plead
The chemical fuels your instinctual need
Rush him, fight to survive
He thrusts for you to no longer be alive
Struggle on until warm flesh meets cold steel
The crimson life force oozes from the blades meal
Ba-bum…. ba-bum….. ba-bum
The heart begins to slow
With each vicious stab the crimson will flow
This is the true end
There is no way a severed ventricle will mend
Lifeless eyes, the reaper has played his roll
Ever so quietly, these are the final sounds of your soul
Ba-bum….. ba-bum

-Poetic Ice

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Words

I have a wide variety of weapons in my arsenal
But the most deadly weapon I have can’t be traced
It can be disastrous to the mind and soul
Words
I’ve used so many rounds of these words
I could have caused genocide by now
I’ve yet to put them on safety
I know there have been habitual casualties
Words
These words seem to bounce off some of the strongest
So I put in another cartridge and give it another go
Eventually these words pierce the skin and sink to the soul
Leaving a somber echo of my malignant
Words

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world observations

Robbery in the 1st Degree

Robbery in the first Degree. A term that I didn’t want to ever apply to my life. My wife and I had our home robbed by two despicable men when we left to go to the gym. It was a simple 30 minute workout that resulted in the theft of my Laptop that contained all my novels and my wife’s Xbox.

My parents just happened to be coming by to see us and caught the guy leaving our home. He gave a fake name most likely, “Bill”, and said he was checking to see if anyone was in the home because the door was open. He ran off before my father could question further or detain him. We’ve never felt so violated. My grandmother’s home that EVERYONE in my family at some point has lived in was violated, vandalized, and stolen from. My wife and I don’t even feel safe in here anymore. Every little sound we hear is a call to action now. Before this when I get up the first thing I reached for was my phone, now I reach for a dagger.

I’m filled with this newfound unfiltered rage. Its taken me on a roller coaster that at each up and down is a new violent act enters my mind. I can’t stand this new side of me. I was never a naive child, but that last wall of naivete has finally crumbled down into a dust of slight paranoia and rage. The laptop was a gift from my wife, the Xbox was a gift from my mother-in-law. The peace of mind was a gift from God and it was ripped from us forcefully by a pair of subhuman men That lacked the work ethic to earn their own things in this world. I have so much new rage and hate for a pair of people I’ve never even seen.

We are victims of burglary in the 1st degree, the only difference in that and home invasion is the fact that we weren’t home. I can only thank God that my wife wasn’t home alone…. Robbery is a crime punishable by law. It is the theft of personal items, peace if mind, and sanity eventually because it’s a violation. If you know of a crime report it. If you know anything about this crime report it to Conway Police Department in Conway South Carolina.

Report crimes, don’t commit them. That’s just my 2 cent on my world around me.

Poetic Ice, LeTavious Hemingway

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Violation

Violated
Domestically
Psychologically
Emotionally
You were in my home/
The thought of you in my dwelling makes me foam/
Rage seething from my mouth/
You’ve never seen the rage of a man from the south/
My rage wishes for your end
To buy every weapon to learn to defend/
This was burglary in the 1st degree/
the difference with Home invasion was my wife and me/
We never anything to anyone/
Yet we are always the victim of heinous fun/
Things like this bring out my dark side/
Dawn all black and just ride/
Find the fool who was brazen enough to do this/
Then brandish a brass knuckle fist/
My darkness very well would seek revenge/
The evil thoughts would make most cringe/
The fact that my wife can’t feel safe at home/
Makes me want to scatter you where starving pigs roam/
I want to erase the fact that you ever did exist/
Because as long as you do dumb criminal shit will persist./
I know I’m speaking out of pain/
Because this kind of domestic insecurity is driving us insane/
We just can’t wash off the violation/
Our blood burning, yet starting a coagulation/
I feel that I failed in protecting wife/
But from now on I’ll give it my all, even my life/

Poetic Ice

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Road Rage

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This will be short and sweet. One thing I just can’t stand or tolerate is ROAD RAGE. This morning my wife and I are headed out to gel my brother set up for his wedding and we met the morning commuters of Augusta Georgia. These citizens, just like in any other metropolitan area, are in a big rush to get onto the highway and speed to their hearts content. If you are impeding said citizen from achieving this goal the carnal rage boils forth and permeates their very souls.

We were at a red light waiting to make a right turn onto Washington road, probably one of the busiest roads in Augusta. A commuter in the leftmost turning lane was in the front beside is in the right. The difference was they had a rage monster behind them sitting impatiently in a mustang. Traffic was too busy to just jump out there so the lead cars waited. Mr. Mustang started laying on the horn in 30 second intervals and started to display impatient body language. As time went on, no more than a minute, they became more irate. The van beside us eventually had a clear shot to go, and the mustang quickly followed suit and sped around the van.

The past that irritates the holy hell out of me is the fact that you feel entitles to rush someone like that. I’m not say one wouldn’t get frustrated depending on their situation. I know I’ve had my moments when I get mad behind the wheel, but today That van had no choice but to wait. That van couldn’t change the traffic density and just jump out there safely. The rage was just unnecessary. Honking their horn didn’t do anything but possible give them some since of personal relief. Stuff like that just bothers the hell out of me. Its bullying via vehicle that could lead to death if a person actually goats one to jump out into traffic ahead of time.

Stop with the road rage people… that’s just my two cents on the matter.

What irritates you guys?

Poetic Ice

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The Rain

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Stress is like a torrential acid rain/
Pain
Little gain
Blood stain
On your state of tranquility/
Robbing you of your calming ability/
The rain continues to pour/
Damping your wings stopping your Soar/
Leaving you mentally sore/
Stress mounts up and begins to flood/
Each drop hits you with a hard thud/
The rain soaks the Earth birthing a life draining mud/
But every storm will end/
Your peaceful mind state will mend/
Fortify your mind to yet again defend/
Your mind from the rain…

Poetic Ice

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We Must Try

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As a boy one is often taught he has to grow up to be big and strong. He must grow smart to one day be wise. He must become a reputable member of society and be a good man to his woman and an inspiration to kids. That’s fine and dandy, I’ve accepted that as my mission. Unbeknownst to the young men who accept that mission, there is a side mission attached. That mission is to keep those around you, the ones you truly love, happy.

Happiness comes in so many forms though. Career success, academic achievements, unquestionable loyalty and dependability, and the list only grows. Most likely to keep the ones around you happy all you have to do is be honest with yourself and them. But even even with that there are the timed where that mission can’t be accomplished. Party A will be pleased and party B will frown. That’s life so a man must get used to that. Not everyone is happy all the time.

But, as a man grows older he eventually gets that person in their life that they want to smile no matter what. They want this person to always have a certain type of happy. This happiness is called Love. Once a man obtains that, he truly wants that eternally. So, when the one he loves is unhappy he crumbles, falters, feels unsure about what to do to bring that joy back temporarily. He’s locked in a stupor like no other until he ascertains a solution to the problem that caused the unhappiness. When that special loved one is hurting your world is numb null and void. As a man you’re supposed to be able to fix it. But not every problem can be fixed by you. Some problems have to be fixed by others, no matter how hard you try.

It makes that man question why, question the world. Why place these trials in his life if he can’t pass them? Why teach him its his job to bring this joy to his loved ones if he can’t always do it? Simply because he must try. Its not that he has to always succeed in bringing that pure elated smile, its more important that he tries to bring that smile. As the sun will always rise again their loved one will smile again.

I guess I just wondered why are we destined to face these emotional hardships. It does not seem fair. But life isn’t a fair mistress. She’s a harsh one filled with lessons we are meant to learn. I guess the point of this is to always, ALWAYS try to keep that joy even when it seems impossible.

-Poetic Ice

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Insanity

The world broadcasts insanity/
We have been thrust into calamity/
Peace, rare.
Violence, common
Riots happening
Looting our ties to humamity/
Selling it on the chaotic black market/
The world is burning with a flame we can’t see/
A blaze that will disintegrate you and me/
Men, women, black, and white/
Asian Latino, European, all living in fright/
Wondering if their brethren is next up for senseless slaughter/
Just to be beheaded in the streets as useless fodder/
Shot down in cold blood/
It’s amazing the world hasn’t drowned in this crimson flood/
Death visits all stages of life/
Babies have died at the hands if the car and heat’s knife/
Mothers and fathers claimed by insanity murder their kids/
Mercenaries taking lives for the highest bids/
A grown man kills a boy and roams free/
A woman fires a warning shot at abuse and jail is where she be/
Everyday is filled with new threats/
Just trying to survive your morning commute is a risky bet/
The media broadcasts all this insanity/
Until it’s normal to be consumed with calamity/
It hardens your heart living in this world/
The violence is starting to own this world/
Are we at the point where we’re all insane?/
Has chaos finally broken through order’s membrane?/
I’m sick of all the calamity/
It’s delving my mind into insanity/

Poetic Ice

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