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Poetry

Monster in the mirror

Mirror Mirror on the wall/
Show me the monster to embrace my fall/
Claws and fangs a beast does make/
Ruthlessness and malice a soul does take/
Scary words we don’t want to hear/
But words nonetheless we should fear/
Lesson number 1 monster maketh man/
Clawing from within marking you with its Brand/
The man will be battered in the light/
It’s the monster who conquers it with its might/
With opposition crushed the man can grin/
Because his inner monster was coated in sin/
Mirror Mirror on the wall/
Show me the monster who helps me stand tall/

Light and dark are two sides of the same coin. Embrace both to live a complete life.

-Poetic Ice

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Media Machine

The media machine is an agent of chaos/
Truly aligned with the misaligned/
A franchise if you will that has you feasting at their kiosk/
Now with their product, your views are defined/

When there is good in the world, the machine shows you the devil/
When peace runs rampant it reminds you of a war/
You know of hate, but media takes it to the next level/
Now you feel like a battle is on your nearest shore/
Media shuns the educated in lieu of the ignorant/
You are force fed political nonsense/
Politicians result to gaining popularity instead of doing their job/
They just want your like, follow, or view but they all sound dense/
When I think about it I really want to sob/
In reality the media is the world ruler/
Politicians are nothing without its platform/
You have to be aligned with the ruler/
But your common sense will be swept up in the idiotic storm/

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March 8th, 2016

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March 8th, 2016

 

2189 Days

5 years, 11 months, and 26 Days

52,536 Hours

3,152,160 minutes

 

They all translate to the same thing

This is how long it’s been since my heart could sing

All this time has been true Bliss

It’s like 5 years. 11 months, and 26 days of a never ending kiss

 

Of those 5 years, 2 of those you’ve been my wife

That moment was the real start of my life

Devin, you made me an optimist, eager to see my life unfold

Thankful for a wife with a heart of gold

 

For 2189 days I’ve had the most beautiful Queen

That’s 3,152,160 minutes with the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen

So thankful that a beauty like you chose me

And helped me shed the shackles of depression and set me free

 

My gorgeous best friend who pushes me towards hopes and dreams

I take pride in loving you, I’m about to burst at the seams

52,536 hours I’ve loved you with all my heart

It’s been 5 years, 11 months, and 26 days of proving nothing will pull us apart

 

For six years I’ve known true love Thanks to you

We have overcome hardship through the power of two

I plan on spending my eternity next to you

So I’ll have plenty of chances to say I love you

 

Love your husband, LeTavious

 

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Sleep not

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Enveloped in darkness, my conscience drifts!
Unable to sleep it’s forced to create/
Out off the black they rise/
The distractions to sleep/
I’ve tried it all even counting sheep/
But with every jump they leave a new world in its wake/
Fire, fate, even the universe at stake/
Why must I create and save world’s instead of sleep/
Even in the dead silence I just hear beep… beep/
What’s that? Another mental ruse?/
No it’s a neutron bomb I need to defuse!/
Crisis avoided, what was that noise?/
It’s the car overheating when I’m out with the boys/
The start of another adventure to be had/
Leads to the discovery of a treasure that’s bad/
Exposing the darkness in our hearts/
Darkness, where this all starts/
I’m here again diving deep/
Enveloped in darkness, counting sheep/
Focusing on my mental farm, my mind stops its shift/
Finally headed to sleep my conscience stops its drift/

Then the alarm goes off….

Poetic Ice

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New Life

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There is a life I want to touch
It’s odd, but I do oh so much
A hand that I crave to hold
A future that I wish to mold
I long to be lost in your little eyes
Show you everything under these blue skies
I haven’t met you, but I love you, it’s wild
I can’t wait to cradle you in my arms, my child
I don’t know how many years it’ll be before we meet
But I’ll love you from your head to your feet
I can’t wait to see the combination of me and my love
Little one you will be the greatest gift from above

Poetic Ice

Not expecting, just thinking

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Spectres and phantoms

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The inner city sky is set ablaze by the firefly orbs held within/
Quiet strangled the streets/
Only faint echoes of automotive ghosts wail in the distance/
One can smell it, the sky will cry soon/
That’s when the spectre will hunt/
Cloaked in the blue Laws, he prowls/
Shining his light on all that is fowl/
Ready strike with ferocity in the night/
Full of bravado, pride, and yes fright/
Scared of what he may or may not have to do is the spectre’s life/
But his prey, the phantom, has his own strife/
He must straddle the thin line of evil and good/
Fill the flame-riddled streets with bacteria, or live peacefully misunderstood/
Some of the phantoms will spread their outbreak, sending the Spectre into a frenzy/
His fear will cause all phantoms to wear the guise of am enemy/
The misunderstood will lose their innocence/
The spectre will lose his benevolence/
And the bacteria now takes prevalence in the once peaceful inner city streets/
No longer can the phantom walk them and feel safe/
No longer can the spectre feel capable without force/
No longer quiet are our streets under the flames/
Soon the sky will cry as we deflect the fallen names/
Oh what I wouldn’t give to just have those skies set ablaze again/
One without the spectres and phantoms living in sin.

Poetic Ice

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Writer’s block 2015

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No chip on my shoulder
It’s more of a writer’s block
Beauty is in the eye of the beholder
But what if my art is in shock?

I’ve been blessed with the martial art of the pen/
A high level disciple, not yet master
But I can’t find where my lyrical form should begin/
Not being able to express oneself should be a sin/

For years now I’ve bled ink
Creating universes with only the muscles in my hand/
Or penning verses colder than an Olympic ice rink/
With written media, on top is where I stand/

All this power literally in my fingertips/
Yet I can’t write
My creativity is off on one of its trips
Leaving my to ponder how to stop my writers block with all my might/

Poetic Ice

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Why I’m selfish

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I’m such a selfish lover/
I take what I want, blame my mother/
From the moment you entered my life/
You were destined to be my wife/
It was Leo’s kiss that brought life to the Libra Scale/
A passionate gesture that made my heart ser sail/
I’m addicted/
Without you I’m conflicted/
Each kiss is sweeter than honey/
Filling me with more wealth than money/
Leaving my lips numb with pleasure/
Body tingling with bliss beyond measure/
There is a burst of electricity behind your touch/
You make me crave you, need you, miss your touch/
Your soul is fire, but breathes tranquility/
In a world of Chaos you bring stability/
In a world that is false your love is true/
So how could I not be selfish with you?/
You are God’s gift, the best one ever/
My dear wife I’ll love you forever/

Poetic Ice

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social media

Sometimes we get lost in the media

Consumed with the trends

All to make sure we have gossip for friends/

 

But what if we unplugged from the machine/

Let our brains have an opinion of there own/

Actually sit down ans indulge in the creative zone/

 

Sit and remember how to talk to people/

Bolster our interpersonal bond/

The thing as infants we held most fond/

 

Reach out and actually touch one another./

Making memories, nor making posts/

Before we lose our chance and are among the ghosts/

 

Poetic Ice

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Life is War

Getting through life is war/
Each day is a battle, leaving one swollen and sore/
Daily bouts end in victory or defeat/
Disorder in the home chaos in the streets/
You know you must nonetheless fight/
Even with no strength you give it all your might/
Battle is so common you feel it’s wrong to be tired/
So you attempt to stay wired/
No rest for the weary/
No happiness for the dreary/
Only blood sweat and tears/
You either succumb to or battle back your fears/
It’s ingrained in us to win at all costs/
Don’t give up or give in, or all is lost/
But what if you just can’t lift your blade/
When spirit wanes and energy begins to fade/
Just because you’re tired doesn’t mean you can exit the fray/
You hunker down and pray/
Pray for the strength to get up again/
The spirit to counterattack life and win/

-Poetic Ice

Life is hard… but so worth it.
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