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UNTITLED -Scott Fraser

Just a second away, I can feel the heat of your embrase, now come to me faithfully, as I touch your face.
Just one more kiss before you go, just one more time to show you how I really feel, this isn't real, no time will heal, this envelope of hurt, I must seal.

As the grass grows greener, the forests grow taller, My heart grows bigger, out distance grows smaller.
One day at a time, one second out of a day, just keeping each other is all that I pray.
Though touch is not possible today, I take snapshots of memories and say..........
It will all be a novel, of love and patience soon, where we are bound to do nothing more than be with each other for eternity.

You're destination beautiful.  Across the world in a maze of indifferent culture, you adapt, and radiate love like no other.
To bring peace to the unknown, you do it so, as a queen on her throne.
Your intentions bright, and known, you and you alone, your reality is shown.
You are now at home, and have my heart, to keep with you, your life now starts.
Please keep me close, and dont forget, im here forever,
 and I say without regret; It will all be a novel, of love and patience soon, where we are bound to do nothing more than be with each other for eternity.

The "12" Hour Glass

Like an angel with wings as white as snow,
you came from the heavens above and saved me.
an empress sent from a fairytale land; far, far away
you stole my existance and created a void.
This emptiness I adorne, can be filled,
with nothing other than your soul.

Disbelief I recognize, as I make my way through the forest of everafter.
grief I soon realize as this journey is said to be begotten before it began.
I myself fortold the end,
as it was just beginning.

Selfishly I ran through the motions of a love that was forever,
I disreguarded the end as it was to come, never.
foolish, my forshadowed thoughts I consealed,
through fear of actualizing the end and what it held.
disguised by nothing, this torment and suffering.
Knowledge of this loves demise, I ran into it with wreckless abandon.

No fear of repercussion,
no need for discussion,
no worry, no guilt,
true passion I felt!

Now reaping the awful, I stand now in shambles.
my heart a scene of carnage, I knew it was upon me.
Gone now she goes, My body now slows,
every breath I run to catch her, every step I see me falter!

I reach for the twelve, hourglass and stare at it gently,
I place it in my sight ever so softly.
I look into it with the softest gaze,
instead of eternity now only seven hundred eighty six days.
three hundred ninety turns of the glass
doesnt seem to long for the long time to pass.
To repare my soul, and regain my love,
to be once again with my angel from above.
I will look at time as a second away,
as a turn of the twelve hour glass, one time a day.
As I flip it and flip it and turn it again,
the sooner and sooner my tormant will end.
For i thought she was gone for, forever today,
now I have realized she is just a turn away.

yet a touch away

(INTRODUCTION)
How is this real?
unknown is my suffering.
Now, from a reality that has been created, stems:
anguish with affection,
torture with tenderness, and
dejection adorned with the greatest of passion.
The heart that yearns, is the heart the burns.


Though many days pass, I am graced by her being,
though many seconds pass, her soul I am seeing.
For to ever exist, departed from her touch,
is to have a broken body, leaning with no crutch.

Seperated by mere time,
my intellect riddled with thoughts of her,
I cannot exist just thinking,
Her embrase, it must occour.

Thine only solitude, relies in her embrace,
happiness does only begin, when I lay eyes on her face.

when the hours turn to seconds,
and the time draws near,
my heart is smashed once harder,
she is no longer here.

I chase her with my feelings,
I love her with my being,
the distance she is seeing, is dedication is disguise.
Anger will arise,
it's seen in our eyes.
This comes from wanting absolution,
we together, seek the solution.

To long for her is all I need.
Her hand is but a step away,
her skin is but a breath away,
her touch is but a thought away,
her beauty is but a dream away,
this love is but a thought away,
I need to have her everyday,
I must touch her in everyway.

Although this love is far away, I rely on this love everyday.
To make it through the things we say, to look past the actions we, betray.
To turn, and look, and love, and feel, to realize our love is real,
our destiny we now must seal.



I will wait for you one thousand days,
through fire and ice myself will stay.
I long so now for your endless touch,
ten million kisses will never equal to much.
Ten million steps never to far, for me to end up just where you are!!

Let the earth bust open, and cast down, a violent rain;
I will stand drenchend within it, screaming out your name.
Against the wind and the sun, I will stand forth and fight,
without you in my arms, my existance is not right.
I will battle the storm, the sky, and the sea,
until I am sure you and I will forever be.

No planet, no earth, no reason, no try,
no nothing, no nothing, will cease you and I.

Although thoughts and dreams, voice sighs and screams,
your truth remains, remains the same.
You are the one, the only one,
the one to love, the one to blame.


This love has cost, and we have paid,
our lasting eternity will never fade.
If all else will fail, and nothing is true,
I desire only one, and that one is you.

right then and there

It was a storybook tale waiting to happen
I approached the door with her on the other side
As I passed a glance into her eyes would forever reinvent my life

For I never knew beauty could stare at me like I saw this.
Just one look and it was one hundred years of questions answered.

Slow motion was my reality, as I passed by her
Gathering every inch of her living portorate. Like I had stared at a painting and studied its every inch.
I remembered every part with just one glance.

My head still twisted in a passing stare as I moved toward my destination.

Only seconds, they seemed, like a convict waiting for a pardon. This normal pass by took a thousand years in my mind but only lasted nothing in reality

Three steps through the door, just one glance, then looked foward.
through that stare I gave my heart to her
I had no chance, because of that glance. Not where to run no where to hide, her face saw my face and we knew what the other was feeling inside

Nothing denied,other love tried
We now live as one, with no circumstance.
It was the right time, it was the right place, it happened because it was fate, just that first glance.

Lullaby of death (7 steps to peace)

Just once, a trimmed down spectrum of now.
A weed whacked, angle of the world,
not so real, so I negate to feel.
Just once, a minute, where all is lost,
in the falcity of the crystal ball.
The paradox of the liar, ascends no higher!!!!

A place where existance rivals ignorance, we float above and watch.
To observe at a distance, I contemplate resistance

To sob, in vein, is to appreciate insane. (wondering why you are alone)
To cry in love, is to love hate. (if you love, why cry, you become angry)
To adore hate, is to love yourself. (without love you are alone, with yourself)
To love yourself, is to love nothing. (when alone you are empty)
Love nothing, then love exists not.(void of love, reality sets in)
Void of emotion, death accepted. (Feelings of love gone, End is near)
Better ruins, life is void!! (GOOD BYE)

My Rose colored glasses

As the timepiece of deception
sits upon my wrist,
bringing to close another hour
I unjustly gaze through rose colored glasses.

Rampant are the doldrums
stagnation, dead calms, encapsulating every unknowing thought.
I decieve myself,
gripping the chance to attain beauty,
of a life not seen without rose colored glasses.

Catastrophic, names the day I peer into reality, father time ripping the blanket of present.
Misanthropic defines the way, I now refuse to exist.
Realizing this disposition,
I regain my position,
facing the forefront, with rose colored glasses.

Earthly impasses, are but an embelished falsetto,
concealed amongst relentless chiors, of falsifiers;
forever, belting hymns of hollow mockery,
and rhythms of disdain, and reliance.
Agitate the symphony of reality,
placing upon the face of existance, mine, rose colored glasses.

For the truth be tought,
ignorance is the learned, if blinded by the world.
Such the real be sought,
rose colored glasses, bought
with the price of thine circumstance surrounding this day,
The time piece of deception defies once more,
rose colored glasses, but a blink away.