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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

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Poetry

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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Poetry

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/

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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?

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Poetry

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…

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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.

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Poetry

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/

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Together

Once again I find myself in your presence
Driven mad by the need primal need to drink your essence
Your scent sends me on intoxicating highs
Losing my mind with the need to get buried between your thighs
This beastly need of mine begins to take my soul
Forcing to lay you down to make you take your role
The role of a lover filled to capacity by more on top
Engorged by a feeling you’ll never want to stop
Head held back exclaiming bliss
Sheets ripped from their corners in your clenched fist
Losing my mind as I dive deep into your ocean
Such a complex joy caused by a simple perpetual motion

Going until a loves flame tattoos your heart
Until you feel the heavenly quiver in each body part
I need to take your essence into me
For together is all we can ever be

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Original Stories

Sacred Swords Snippet

http://www.amazon.com/Sacred-Swords-LeTavious-Hemingway-Brown/dp/1465308806.

As I’ve said before I wrote a novel titled Sacred Swords. Here is a Snippet from the novel. Tell me what you think!

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The blood slowly ran from my lip as I stared at Maelstrom with a fierce gaze. I was on bended knee a few feet away from him propping myself up on my sword, Hurricane, but I may as well have been miles away. Maelstrom met my gaze with his, full of bloodlust and jealousy. His hand had a tight grip on his blade, Tsunami. The cursed blade shined brightly in the twilight as he brought it to the Devin’s neck. Her hair lay pinned to her face by the water that was used to trap her. She was exhausted, and injured. Her sword, Soleil was at her feet glowing longing for its owner to pick it up.

“Let her go Maelstrom!” I yelled while trying to catch my breath. Taking on his mini army of water demons had got the best of me, but I’ll never admit it. The Watery vortex that surrounded Devin’s body was growing smaller, increasing the pressure on her body. She yelped in pain and shot him a cross look.

“Damn it, your problem is with me, let her go!” I protested as I managed to rise to my feet and lift my sword. Hurricane started to glow radiantly and wind began to flow around it. It was always a weapon that responded to my emotions.

“You’re wrong. My problem is with both of you!” Maelstrom said finally speaking.

“Take me instead!” I pleaded with a sour taste in my mouth. I hated having to beg, but I cared too much for Devin to let him kill her. He smiled knowing he finally broken me, but that wasn’t enough for him. I knew he wanted to shatter me. He pointed his sword to the ocean, and with a radiant flash the waves crashed against the beach. When the waves receded two more water demons approached me with their swords drawn.

“Take him!” Maelstrom ordered as he brought the blade back to Devin’s neck, breaking the skin slightly. Blood trickled down slowly. She winced but didn’t give him the satisfaction of yelping again.

“Damn you Maelstrom. Leon, please just flee from here!” Devin cried out. I gave a quick glare at her like I would anytime she gave me an order I didn’t like. I quickly raised my blade and charged the demons. They let out a spine chilling hiss like they always do and charged me. The first swung his blade over head with great force. I sidestepped at the last moment and severed his arm with my blade. Its arm evaporated and he lunged at me with his remaining arm. He scrapped the side of my face and the blood poured quickly. I impaled him with Hurricane, sending the blade through his backside. The hilt was stuck in his chest. I lifted him off the ground and turned him towards the other demon who decided to watch. I invoked Hurricanes power and it shot a torrent of wind towards it. He was blasted miles away back to the ocean that spawned him. I brought the blade down with force splitting the demon on it. He evaporated with an angry hiss.

“Damn useless demons!” Maelstrom yelled as he charged me from behind. Before I could react the hilt of his sword hit me in the back of the head. Dazed I fell to my knee again. Blindly I swiped back at him the blade missed, but the fierce wind surrounding the blade gashed his armored chest plate. Blood seeped out over his armor. He cursed and jumped back.

“Enough of this!” he yelled as he pointed his sword at Devin in the trapped vortex. The sword glowed faintly and then the unthinkable happened. The vortex swirled around her entire body engulfing her head as well. It formed a bubble around her as she struggled to get out then it exploded outward. The force blew me backwards onto my back. I quickly gathered myself and rose to my feet but my mouth dropped to the sand. There was just a wet spot where it once stood. Nothing else. She was gone. Only thing remaining was Soleil, with its glow fading away on the ground. Tears flowed uncontrollably from my eyes. At the time I couldn’t tell if it was pure rage or despair that caused them. It didn’t matter, she was gone.

“AAAAAAAAAAHHHHHH!” was the only sound I could muster from my throat in this state. Maelstrom looked at me smiling in my despair. He even began to laugh at me, the bastard.

“Aww, did I strike a nerve Leon, Sora, Or Sky Warrior, whatever you wish to be called.” he smirked. My gaze on him intensified. The tension in the air was unbearable. This was the power of Hurricane, This was my power.

“HURRICANE!” I yelled as I pointed my blade to the heavens. Maelstrom knew he’d finally provoked me to the breaking point, but he couldn’t stop me no matter how he tried now. He took a step and an intense wind buffeted his body throwing him backwards. Clouds were gathering above me in the sky, swirling at a high velocity. The center of the clouds was over the tip of my blade, the eye of the storm. Maelstrom pointed his blade at the ocean and invoked the ocean to do his bidding. A wave rose and rushed towards me. Instinctively I raised my other hand towards it, and a gust of wind shot out repelling the ocean.

“HOW!?” he yelled confused.

“You brought this on yourself, pushed me entirely too far. YOU SHOULDN’T HAVE TAKEN HER FROM ME!” I yelled. In response to my cry the hurricane above me grew in power exponentially. The clouds darkened to a deep black and the winds produced forced the waves away from the shore, sand flew everywhere. Maelstrom tried to run but the wind had him frozen in place. Any direction he tried to move, he met with a wall of wind. He wasn’t going to escape me. I lowered my free arm and a tornado wrapped around my feet lifting me to the sky above the hurricane I formed. I lowered my blade and aimed it at Maelstrom.

“GO!” I yelled and immediately the hurricane, easily a category 5, launched itself at the beach shore directly at him. The windows of all the nearby buildings shattered and the remainder of the pier crumbled as it was blown away. Maelstrom was consumed by the wind, screaming for help as the winds ripped his armor apart and sliced his body rapidly. I willed the hurricane back into the sky to keep the city damage to a minimum and thrust it out over the ocean. I kept the gaze of intense anger until the storm dissipated over the ocean, over a hundred miles away. With Maelstrom gone the anger gave way to despair, and the tornado that carried me dissipated as well. I fell to the shore crashing hard on my back.

The physical pain I felt paled in comparison to the pain in my heart now. Tears streamed down my face and I couldn’t help but sob at the thought of Devin being gone. The sun was fully raised now as the afternoon gave way to the evening. I stared into it trying to find an answer to everything that’s happened so far. My armor was heavy now that my pain had set in. With all threats being gone Hurricane had changed back into a necklace and charm shaped like a blade and was hanging from my neck again. I lay my hand down on the beach sand and it ran across smooth warm metal. I yanked it back instantly not expecting the heat. I looked down and saw Soleil, Devin’s blade, had found its way to me. Or more likely it found its way to its partner blade Hurricane. I picked it up, the heat numbed my hand a little before I got used to it. I looked it over and it started to make me feel better. It was as if it was trying to calm me down. I turned to the sky again and looked at the sun.

“Wait… The sun is still glowing in the sky! Soleil was still intact and in my hand.” I yelled out to myself on the beach. I stood up with Soleil in hand and pointed it towards the sun.

“If Devin, Soleil’s chosen one, the Sun Warrior, was dead, the sword and sun surely would have reacted adversely. SHE’S OUT THERE!” I yelled happily as a boy with a new toy. Soleil began to glow radiantly as if it was happy that I finally realized what was happening. It started to pull me toward the east. It compelled me to go toward Mount Volcanus. It changed itself back to a necklace and hung itself around my neck. I could still feel it compelling me to go to the mountain.

“Wait for me Devin, I’m coming. The Dark One won’t have you long. It’s time to end this!” I proclaimed as I gathered my things and headed east.

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