HI

Greetings one and all!

I have been absent from blogging for quite sometime, due to the fact that I have been working on my second book of poems. I promise to start blogging more frequently after I have gotten everything settled. 

With that being said i would like to offer my fellow Bloggers, Authors, Poets, Writers and all those who are following my blog and opportunity to read my first collection of poems for free. When I say free I  mean totally FREE!!! 

However I do ask that you kindly make an honest review about the collection on Amazon.com I would greatly appreciate it.

So you can contact me @xaydapoet@gmail.com and I will send the PDF to you via email. Or you can just comment your email in the comment section and I will do the rest.
One Love and Respect Everytime!!

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first interview since I wrote my book.

​i was interviewed by a Jamaican journalist by the name of Ashleigh Ann Mowatt. Check it out.

http://jamaicans.com/stories-wrongfully-accused-murder-xavier-frazer/

Please Vote For My Poem

Good day fellow poets, scribes, wordsmith, master writers, family, friends, supporters and well wishers I humbly ask if you please could go vote for my poem ‘A GIFT LOST’ on Realistic Poetry International facebook page, as the image says I am contestant #75 Xavier J. Frazer. Once you get to the page all you need to do is like, comment and share the poem all of which adds up to one vote. Thank you in advance.

A GIFT LOST 

The radio plays songs that induce feelings, 

I sometimes wish I never had, 

For they open wounds that never heal. 

As the stars whisper to the moon, 

I thought of how you were the fire that melted my frozen heart, like butter in the sun. 

I thought of how my stomach you once filled with butterflies, 

And how you left me speechless, yet full of laughter. 

You were the foundation I wanted to build my home on, 

But you became a blueprint without a plan, 

I see people close their eyes to  dream, with you I only had to open mine. 

When you looked at me my heart skipped beats, my eyes twinkle and your smile made me fall in love all over again. 

You had a savage kind of personality, like that of wolves, 

But your heart was as soft as wool. 

You were a beautiful disaster, like chaos really! 

Your smile dared me to fall in love. 

You were the love that existed, 

Yet the love lost, 

You were a prized possession, 

Yet the gift I naively lost. 

©Xavier J. Frazer.

Review of my book

My book has been reviewed by Melanin Book Bloggers, it has been rated five stars also described as being powerful. This is what they had to say;

Soul Cry takes you on a journey. Somehow Xavier J. Frazier has manged to put into words the frustration, despair, injustice, love, hope and struggle we all feel at one point or another.

Through his words you are able to envision yourself walking among the natives of Kingston, Jamaica. He brings you into to a world that resonates beauty, music, danger, death and survival.

No poetry masterpiece wouldn’t be complete without the battle of LOVE. “I love you but I had to keep you in the dark, for I know the truth would’ve torn your heart apart.” ~ Guilty Conscience

I believe every writer can identify with “Chaos of the Mind”. My favorite passage for this poem is: “How can I see the beauty of my mind? When it’s in complete chaos?

Other favorites: Distant Heart, Black Skin, BLACK WOMAN, Destined for Success, Sorry is Foreign (love, love, love this one).

A review of my book

Author: Xavier J. Frazer


Book: Soul Cry


Reviewed By: Realistic Poetry International

 

Author Xavier J. Frazer did an extraordinary job with his epic compilation of poetry entitled, ‘Soul Cry’, a book of poems that literally provides you with the ultimate reading experience! He opens this poignant poetic volume with a jovial formal introduction that makes for an official literary presentation, coherently representing his beliefs, views, and individuality.


Analyzing the contents, you straightaway recognize the hard work Frazer invested into this poetry classic, as he has each set of poems gathered into their own specific sections: A Trembling HeartWhy Love;What Remains; and lastly, Black Skin; each providing an informative and intelligently perceptive read for the audience! The Author’s talent shines like pure radiance as he pours out articulate verbal expressions that are thought-provoking, evocative, and can even be considered wittingly philosophical. 

 

From start to finish, the written collective is crafted with words that are dressed in intrinsic honor, respect and outspoken compassion; kindling the intellect within the mind, while challenging the transparency of the soul. Each set of poems is distinctly defined by an extreme sense of cultural identity, personalized awareness, and last but not least, valuable and indispensable pieces of wisdom; in which each layer of truth from his words can be stowed away as a perpetual and eternal treasure.


So, whether it be tears of extreme joy or cries of heartrending sadness, we assuredly say to you; in reading this book, you will indeed absorb the enthralling power and influence of a weeping soul. Bravo, Author Frazer.  

A TREMBLING HEART

This is an excert from my self-published poetry collection befittingly entitled’Soul Cry An Anthology’.

I ask all of you my followers and friends to go support my book, get your copy from Amazon, I guarantee that you won’t be disappointed. So please support a fellow blogger and poet, after all we all travel along this worded path an without support, love and encouragement we won’t be who we are. 

Thanks in advance, Xavier J. Frazer

http://www.amazon.com/Soul-Cry-Anthology-Xavier-Frazer/dp/1536823821

State of Insomnia

I’m an insomniac
Tormented by this reality,

where innocent smiles are nothing but façades of murderous grins.

Old enough to not be scared

Yet still I am afraid of bed time stories,

For they turn out to be nightmares.

And the lullaby’s you hear sounds like an episode of beetle juice lost in auto tunes,

A remake of Beethoven’s Scary masquerade.

Tired of these Insomnia’s

I really need to get some rest.

But,how can I sleep knowing that I will be waking up to the horrific news

Of lifeless bodies laying in the streets,

Be it close or in some remote location

I have yet to discover.

I never believed in fairy tales
Given the trajectory of the times I wish I had,

This may seem girly but I wish

I was Alice in wonderland or perhaps Dorothy in the wizard of Oz.

A click of my heels would take me to an utopian home

As chaotic as things are I have to deal with this mentally derange zone,

A zone where everyone is suffering from some kind of sleepless hypnosis.

As madness and lawlessness roam free

Sporting faces of glee.

© Xavier J. Frazer 2016

Book Announcement

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Good day,

Fellow poet’s and bloggers sorry I’ve been a little bit absent, reason for that I have been working on my first book which will be a compilation of the poems you already know through my blogging here. Along with several other ones you have yet to read. I do hope you guys will continue to support me as you all have already been doing.  I wholeheartedly appreciate all the feedback that you guys have provided for it as contributed to my growth as a writer and I thank you all for that. So I hope your as ready and excited as I am for this book. I will let you guys know when it’s available so stay tune.

The Drums

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Can you hear them?
I hear the drums
I hear the drums
The beat
The tempo
The rhythm
The vibrations
I hear the drums
As they serenade my soul
And a silhouette they perform in my consciousness
I hear the drums
The tap
The knock
The swish
The swap
I hear the drums
Through them the voice of the ancestors speaks
As running feet carry the message from this corner to the next
I hear the drums
As I see the perplexed looks on your faces
You don’t hear what I hear
I hear the drums
If you listen more attentively you too will hear
The melodious connotations of the drums.

Dear Father

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I wish I could say I love you
And actually mean it,
I hope your day is filled with misery.
I hope as you see my face,
Your organs begin to collide and the space between your lungs become clustered,
You are unable to breathe
and in those moments,
I will forget your face.
Father after you read this,
I hope it gets worse and
if your soul yearns for happiness,
I hope you remember,
I was the first step
when you chose to skate.
Last time we spoke,
You said “I am an ungrateful,
Good for nothing, son of a bitch.”
Who the fuck gave you that right?
If I am from you,
Do we not share that “son of a bitch”gene?
Am I not the blood that runs in your veins?
Was that what you really wanted to say?
You should’ve asked your self these questions,
“Where was I when my son needed a father?”
“Where was I when he became a man with two daughters?” Trying not to make the same mistake I did.
Father when I needed you
You needed yourself,
A clear illustration of selfishness.
I had to learn from a woman,
what it meant to be a man.
Not to say something
is wrong with that
But, she, she fathered me,
I bet you think I would say,
“It was just not the same”
Indeed, but better.
She taught me what makes a man, a man
And how to fend for myself
After, i realised.
That you did not deserve to be called a man,
You are a coward in the eyes of the brave,
A faceless creature of the night.
Father can’t you understand
You are as much as a failure
As you wished to see me be,
But, I learnt the art of becoming.
And that,
I was blessed with the soul of a survivor,
the black skin of a warrior
And you,
You are nothing to me.
But,
A dead beat father
A sperm donor
An absentee loner.
I am nothing like you,
The fact that I happen to share your last name,
Is a big misdemeanour,
With that being said,
Just call me Xavier.