Poetry

Finest Hour

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Finest Hour

We have long since left our world’s Finest Hour

Due to our beings reveling in corruption & Power

Our world is now being made devoid of truth

Hearts are too easily lead to commit murders like Dylan Roof

Pride, Justice, & Decency is clearly on the back burner

Since young people commit heinous rapes like Brock Turner

Every day now is a blood covered sight

Because people have been battered, beaten, & executed before Miranda Rights

Our youth’s Brains are clouded in smoke, faces in phones

Even peaceful police protest become gruesome warzones

In recent history, our youth is yet to experience a world at peace

As violence & war persists, life is soon to cease

The world is lacerated, needs to be healed by love

We need to make peace more than the elegant imagery of a dove

We’ve too long been at war with politics, media and self

Led by leaders whom by any means seek out wealth

In a world where spilling blood is as good as currency

A desensitized world where violence, unless to self, doesn’t instill a sense of urgency

The self-realization of mortality is coming too fast

We shouldn’t have to calm crying babies who feel today may be their lasts

Some will wonder when the world turned so sour

Sadly, It always was, mass media just updates you every hour

Therein lies the vector for infection

Don’t believe me? Just do some reflection

The powers that be use it to perpetuate a stigma

They cry for peace & justice, but promote war and injustice, Hypocritical Enigma

You’ll always hear of the cop killing of a cafeteria

But never go the one fired for talking to the man filled with hysteria

The real reason Stephen Mader was canned was for not making the kill

Is violent deaths & Sadness the only thing churned out by this media mill?

Not always, but mostly because it gives them power

The power to keep us disjointed, weak, & only able to cower

I see the state of my world and simply glower

With a burning desire to turn back time to our world’s finest hour

  • Poetic Ice
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Poetry

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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Riot!

There was no indictment
Now we must seek enlightenment/
The fact that justice wasn’t served is grotesque/
So yes, you should protest!/
Revel in your unrelenting rage!/
But let positive change take center stage/
Let’s educate and vote, not burn Walgreens/
That’s destroying people’s livelihoods, ending their means/
Change the world with your voice/
This should be the obvious choice/
The riots give the corrupt just cause/
Now they’ll feel like they can choke, just cause/
Don’t fuel their need to follow you for no reason/
A self mandate to execute you for their meaning of treason/
With more senseless destruction how can we tell who is right?/
Education, and positive action will take away their might!/
A loud, destructive riot, is a quiet meek voice./
Grow louder by joint offices and influence the choice./
Become law enforcement, engage in things political/
Stop letting life make you invisible./
Don’t give those boys a worthless death/
Work for change with your dying breath/
It is time for a regime change/
It’s not impossible, with work It’s in range/

Work hard for change, rioting is pointless. It only harms the community you wish to represent. Change your world, don’t destroy it.

Poetic Ice

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Sacred Swords, a fantasy novel

Here is a snippet from my novel, Sacred Swords. It’s available for purchase now from amazon. You can click on the link to the left of the page that says Sacred Swords for a direct link to amazon if you wanted to give the rest of it a try. I hope you like it!

-Poetic Ice

 

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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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

Love Is War

Love is War

Finding true love is really the easy part/
In truth that’s where it will all start/
I know you thought that war was won/
But grab your weapons, this is where it has begun/
The one you love will now and forever be you greatest ally/
But more often than not will be on the opposing end of your battle cry/
Warriors of amour, launching opinions and firing feelings/
Tearing away your armor like frail onion peelings/
Your heart and soul truly open to your lover/
They know your every thought and plan, how to wound and how to recover/
You will argue fight and fuss/
Stomp around grandstand and cuss/
All necessary parts of love’s war/
Never to be considered a tedious chore/
Because when gunfire rains down from outside/
They’ll be the one to which you’ll confide/
Oh how quickly will they come to arms for you/
At that point you will realize this love is true/
All sides of love are War/
But every crashing wave eventually breaks onto a peaceful shore/
It’s worth it to be in this fight/
So arm up and finish it with all your might!/

Poetic ice

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Poetry, world observations

Power, Corruption, Cruelty

First, the poem titled Corrupt.

Corrupt
The corrupt create causes of cruelty/
That are heinous hurtful and harmful/
To your serenity, sanctuary, and soul/
But why? Why must they hold this control?/
To the core it is a primal need/
This dark tendencies are a beast ready to feed/
True evil is a man corrupting his seed/
Changing the flower to a parasitic weed/
Using children to spread your wrath/
It’s a disgust unlike anything hell hath/
The destruction of happy homes from the inside out/
The breakage of hearts, letting the love pour out/
An adult with selfish behavior/
Creating the image of a false saviour/
No rhyme or reason why the evil exists/
But said no matter if detained or not, it will persist/
The corrupt create causes of cruelty…….

Now, the discussion about the subject matter at hand based on a personal experience. Power, it has the ability to corrupt. Once a person has it they feel the need to be in complete and utter control of the world around them. When they lose their grip on that power they turn cruel if they aren’t already. It is something that is sad and frightening once it goes that route.

A man using underhanded tricks to maintain his power is already wrong. But a man using his kids as a show of power to destroy a good thing just because he has no power over it anymore is just evil. Evil in its purest form to me is the manipulation of children’s innocence to do wrong.

I watched a young child ripped from a happy home that they didn’t want to leave because their sibling was manipulated to believe that someone was doing them wrong. Even though said person has done nothing but sacrifice to ensure their survival and happiness. The younger sibling has been torn between sibling loyalty and finding their own path in life. The older has lost their own identity to their fathers will/need to control all life around him at the cost of everyone’s joy. A heinous act that was a plan that was in the works for months that came to a head like a tactical nuke going off at a dynamite factory. They only reason any of the heartache and pain they went through happened is because that man lost all power, so he exuded cruelty to make everyone around him just as miserable.

I know power doesn’t always corrupt and lead to cruelty, but when it does no one is happy in the end. That’s just my observation of the world around me.

So does power equal cruelty? What’s your opinion.

– Poetic Ice

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