When I Met Lady Poetry

Tis the night I met lady poetry,
the sky was hazy.
She spoke eloquently,
a woman of dialect.
Her words curved and swayed in the language of her footsteps,
It’s clear she had my attention,
for her elegance outweighs that of any nation.
she’s of no color, class or creed,
but she’s perfect for all my needs.
She stimulate my sensations,
Mentally, physically and spiritually.
so I have no worries,
she causes no frustration.
she creates fires from sparks,
and relieves burning desires in many hearts.
Tis the night I met lady poetry,
the sky was hazy.
She came at a time when I was at my loneliest,
when my fears surrounded me and I couldn’t make sense of my many thoughts.
She listens while I talk,
held me firmly while I write the words from my heart.

© Xavier Frazer

Am I Mad?

I’ve been having some crazy days lately,
that i can’t seem to make sense of them.
For my thoughts are everywhere, nowhere and just not here.
Task with facing dreams that don’t materialise,
I guess that makes them nightmares.
Dejá vu is constantly present,
for I have already been here.
I usually don’t talk this much,
unless someone is listening.
Damn my heads all blurry,
you know in a messed up kind of way.
I been seeing things lately but not ghost’s,
for that’s just a figment of  ones imagination.
So I paid my personal shrink a visit,
you would be surprised to know who that is,
why don’t you try and make a guess?
Everything is so cloudy,
I don’t even remember myself,
so there’s no point in asking.
Oh wait I remember…..
It’s my friend in the mirror,
best believe you got one too.
we talked up a storm,
things went south then sour.
you wouldn’t believe what he told me,
he said, ” you’ve a antisocial personality disorder with psychotic tendencies.”
I thought he was my friend,
what he said was really mean.
I asked him why he said that he laughed,
saying figure it out your a smart guy.
I am in a state of shock,
so I hope you guys can make things clear,
what he said I just don’t get it.
Doe’s that mean I am mad?

High On Weed

This weed though,
got me high as a kite.
Feeling the stoners delight,
not even sure what to write.
I went through a black hole,
just to be told that i am old.
Yet, I have a beautiful soul,
as cold as ice my mind unfolds.
Words I conjure up never before told,
As bold as a block of gold,
my dreams they stole…
Years spent molding feelings, emotions loading.
Stepped out fiending,
for the love that keeps leaving.
Just need one lady so I can keep her queenin’
As a king I don’t play for the losing.
Always winning,
While the jokers jokingly joke about everything.
Like paper view,
I see you.
So while your paying for play,
I play then pay.
What, did i just say that?
Sh*t I am stoned,
spaced out in another zone.
This weed got me hyped as a hippie,
you know that John Lennon peace and love vibe.
Eye’s red,
while smoke circulates through my head.
Damn I am feeling some type of way,
All you heard are my rambling thoughts from yesterday.

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I walked a thousand mile
alone,
no one to talk to.
Thinking about you,
all the wonderful times we had.
It was special and all,
but I guess you were just not meant for me.
I thought about calling you,
just to hear your voice.
If only hearing your voice,
would mend
this broken heart of mine.
Perhaps the taunting nightmares,
would cest to haunt me.
Dreams dissipated like,
reflections in water.
Fairy tales are fantasy’s of the mind,
a reality that constantly reminds me that your no longer mine.

We Are One

Society’s view of us,
is like the negatives of a photograph,
we are only seen like the full stops and commas to a sentence.
separating us by Religion and race,
while diminishing our faith.
Truth is we are one as sentient beings,
in heavenly grace.
See whatever you look like never really mattered to me, just feeling your aura and vibe eternally.
I am you, and you are me,
my outer appearance does not define who I am.
what you see shouldn’t matter,
for we all share the same history,
We just traveled on different routes.
Don’t you see if we’re stabbed or shot,
we bleed the same blood?
Let’s not be defined by what we look like, Black or White,
weight or height,
brawns or by brains.
Let’s be defined by our names.
Let’s not be define by where we are from,
for we are one despite what we’re taught.
The standards have been set, it’s engraved within our souls.
Teaching the future generations how to hate,
The moment they step in the gate,
This shit is really getting old.
We must love under the stars,
And accept who we are.
While forgetting about color,
Let’s be at peace with each other.
So love can reign in our hearts.

Love’s Devotion

Beneath the setting sun,
They stand engulfed in the flame of love.
As if the winds of time passed providing oxygen for it to breathe,
Giving birth to a fire of desire.
The Crystal clear waters wash at their feet,
A symbol of purity for their renewed love.
She sighs as he breathes down the back of her neck,
Sending thrills down her spine.
Her heart skip beats one tone at a time,
Like the melodious tempo’s of a song.
Whispers of gentle words connects to her waiting ear,
These words make her body tremble and sway,
Like leaves blowing in the summer breeze.
Still encased in the muscular arms of her lover,
As he electrifies the wonders of her mind.
She hopes this may never end,
And time will stand still for them to explore the contours of each others anatomy.
A moment like this,
He envisioned many life times before,
Now it seems like deja vu as come knocking on his door.
She’s the source of his strength,
no other can replaced.
He only wish that this will last for an eternity,
With his every being he knows,
She’s his queen and he’s her king.
with boundless possibilities and a strong foundation based on love,
A whole new world has begin.

I Love You

The expression of our love
as hands embrace,
secrets escaped by whispered words.
As our lips captured in a silent “I love you”.
Inebriated, way past high,
still i place no one above you.
Like amber to a bug,
I’m encased in your affection.
love sick some may say,
but there’s no cure to this infection.
Enamoured with your being,
from what you do, to what you say.
Just the fact that you exist, gives me reason to pray.
you said look so I stared,
You said love so I cared.
You said let’s not take this too far,
I said we’re only going to the stars.
See I love you,
The way you breathe,
The way you smile.
The way you see the good in me,
like my mother did when I was a child.
My love i like to watch you walk,
beneath the sunshine.
it’s golden light,
illuminates you from within.
It was the most beautiful thing
I ever saw,
your radiant glow is like the multiple colors of the rainbow.
your love is like the fountain of youth,
every sip i take makes me young again.
Our love is a sacred place,
one in which we can’t escape.
Even being apart,
our love is what gives light in the dark.
You spark my flame,
and I ignite your engine.
It’s not about sexual gratification,
but intimate conversation.
we love not only to satisfy our human needs,
we love because we deserve to be love.
quite frankly I love you,
with ever word that is said above.

What Mask Will I Wear Today?

I woke up feeling strange,
a little on the grumpy side.
you know when your feeling like your grandpa,
screaming and yelling all the time.
yeah!
that kind of vibe.
my head spinning like it’s on a spiral,
a throbbing headache that the meds won’t ease.
looked into the mirror,
my reflection wasn’t clear, 
there’s so much mask to wear.
Then I heard a voice say,
“pick a mask.”
with my conscience chewing at my guilt,
a whisper traveled on the wind with the thought of choosing a face.
that brings me to the question,
which face today?
Bipolar and Schizophrenia at my side,
the misery of disturbed souls.
inside of me reside a gallery of masks,
that is not seen all the time.

Continued Cycle (Tragedy Of A Father & Son)

Twisted,
discarded like trash to the pavement.
Bullets rips through the body
tearing the soul from its vessel,
another ghetto child is left fatherless.
To continue this vicious cycle, 
the hero he looked up to is no more.
No one to teach him right from wrong,
it doesn’t matter how much she tries,
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some mother’s just aren’t strong.
The street welcomes this child,
in its bosom it holds him close.
In his mind he thinks this is where he belongs,
no sense of direction he chooses wrong.
What he doesn’t understand is that the path he walks,
as an excruciating end .
Can’t blame his mother
she has tried.
A mind is made up to take revenge on the ones who took is fathers life,
and the cycle continues like pinning clothes out to dry.
While she prays for guidance, 
Shots rang out in the distance.
Phone rings,
call received.
Tears roll down her cheeks
She groans,
as news of her lifeless child came from the phone.
A father’s gift to his child that is nothing but a curse,
for if he had stick around his son might not have ended up in a hearse.

Mother Nature ( She’s Ready To Fight)

We’ve failed to realize,
we’ve pushed her to the point of no return.
We behave so badly without concern,
now she’s ready to teach,
so we better be ready to learn.
Why don’t we Stop making her mad,
don’t you see she’s fighting back?
For years we’ve been making her angry,
We really need to stop.
She has overlooked our many transgressions,
and the wars we fought against her will.
From world war 1,2 and desert storm,
just to name a few.
she watched hopelessly as we Enslaved,
Apartheid and Holocausted our brothers.
She watches as we use her resources to create weapons of mass destruction and terror, 
she isn’t afraid for she has weapons of her own.
They aren’t man made,
so she’s sure they won’t fail.
She has small arms in the form of hurricanes and thunderstorms,
her armory is stocked with tornados, typhoons and tidal waves.
Don’t forgot her big guns,
tsunamis and earthquakes.
And she just acquired the blueprint for her latest weapon she calls this ” climate change”
So now you know that she’s packing,
Stop acting tough,
before she starts attacking.
I don’t think she’s bluffing,
for she’s tired and had enough.
So you better believe she’s ready to fight.
Fight for her right and preserve life’s luxury,
just like any loving mother.
Mother nature is prepared to discipline her children cause that’s her duty,
to preserve earth’s natural beauty.
And she will do so at all cost,
for the Lord knows she doesn’t wanna end up,
like John Milton’s;
A “Paradise Lost”.