10:20 PM

Poetic justice,
what a sweet emotion.
To be completely justified,
in feelings, totally shunned by the world.

Poetically justified.
Justified to violently, agressive-style,
force feed words of thought, my words, my thought,
into the: systematic, simpleton, mind of the nay-sayer.

Her face, is poetic justice.
Every inch of her, snow white, sugar sweet innocence,
candy coats the bitter reality of this life.

poetic justice...............
It does not exist.
For the poet must have a reason, thought,
to create "poetry"
It is not the poet,
but the subject that embodies poetic justice.

Justice is held captive,
until thoughts are free.

tick tock

Time is a foe.

Wishing you had more, every second.........,,,,,,,,,,,,,
all the time.

All the time, I wish for more time.
Just one more second,
one more night,
one more chance to .......................

IF I ONLY HAD MORE TIME!!

If only i had more time, I could make it right.
If only I had more time, I could make her love me.
If only I had more time, I could, I could......... I could..........

WISH FOR MORE TIME!!!!!!!

Time is of the essence,
an enemy, yet a friend.
A thing you think you're wasting,
yet starting over again.

Replecement is impossible,
time can never be regained,
but it always gives you more,
to start over again............

and again.......... and again..............and again

When thoughts of love are fading,
time replenishes those.

when life seems so uncertain,
you have time to figure it out.

When limits are upon you,
when reality is absurd,
time is right there with you,
time is right there!!!!!!!!!!!
one second at a time.............

Frustration "101"

Thoughts arise,
peoples actions become,
these things you think,
frustration is made of

A simple laugh
a thoughtless word
a sigh of boredome
frustration you have heard

a call on the phone
a letter from a friend
telling you the worst
this is where frustration begins..........................



Awake in the morning
breathe the sun filled air
a new dawn is upon you
no frustration there

Lost once more By: G. Scott Fraser

Out of the shadows,
from inside darkness
illuminating radiance
those weak, are paralyzed by blindness.

It is myself
with impure existance
I taint her soul
I push her away.

She gives all of life,
the unbridled chant, of flowers in blume
I give everything of me,
still I push her away.

She is now gone
I see only blackness
no light within reach
Like so many others,
I have lost her forever.

I will never know
another like her
she was my only,
my only beauty.

I pushed her away,
i pushed her away.

These thoughts, to you, I give

These thoughts, to you, I give By: G. Scott Fraser


Though our eyes graced one another for but a fraction of a second,
Your existence instantly encapsulated my entire being.

The purest of pure, is seen in your face.
Your nature is beauty; as true as the blue of the sky.

Angelic your laughter
Innocence flows from every breath you take
My heart you own, my intentions you will never comprehend.

I stand from afar, gaining joy from your pain
One day, hoping to immerse you in my feelings
Hoping you realize, I alone embrace your hurt
I alone hope you stay

Unapproachable, you remain to me
Delicate you, I fear my desire
Desire to know you forever
Words exist not, to portray my true intentions

A moment in reality was given to me
Your existence was that reality
I think of you always

You may never know me
One thing remains.
Amazing, you are:
Pure, beautiful, true.
These thoughts to you I give,
these words I give to you.