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Poetry

Desire

There is this feeling
More like a sensation
No maybe it’s a burning motivation
To steal away your mind
Body
Soul
Devour every part of you whole
From your Unbeatable smile
To unbelievable passion between
Between thighs so thick
The mere site make a my nature viciously hard/
I want to explore your wetness/
Fill you up as I kiss you
Take away your air with a stroke of passion/
Give you a stroke of sexual genius/
I love the way your stomach ripples
Especially when I suck on your erect nipples/
Delving deeper into your wet love
Until I finally take your spot
Pushing past her, making you hot
White passion until you supernova
Cell splitting orgasm so good you’ll scream thank you Jehovah/
Slowly, I’ll make my exit in time
Then I’ll use my tongue on you, testing every rhyme/
Tired already, that’s no fun
You better get ready, because that’s only round 1/

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Poetry

Dreaming

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?

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Original Stories

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

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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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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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Poetry

Grand

Grand

We will not live in fear/
We will stand/
We will persevere/
We will be grand/

You stole my possesion/
Not my heart/
Rage was my confession/
But today is a new start/

We will not be scared/
Today the fear will end/
Within my faith We are prepared/
Our souls are now on the mend/

We will not live in Fear/
We will make our Stand/
No choice left but to persevere/
We will be beyond Grand/

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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/

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world observations

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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