moon.
Now I know you finally got
To where you needed to be
You traded a lifetime of misery
But in the end, you reached your goal
Your piece of blissful eternity.
So, we didn’t get to follow through on our promise
Just remember that it is not broken
We agreed on seeing each other in a couple of weeks
Just remember that I love you
At the end of my time, again we’ll finally meet.
Crimson
I can’t see the sun
With blood-stained tears
The red-soaked rain that falls
Summize my fears
But I was never one to give in
To mere fantasy
This crimson flood boils over
Waves of time crash down
Eroding memories
Distorted pictures of you
Imagined mentorings
But I was never one to buy in
To twisted fantasies
My helpless rage boils over
Pictures of you hidden from myself
I don’t want to know
I think of you on that empty shelf
I can’t let it go
I see you everywhere I turn
It’s now haunting me
Real or fake, inside it burns
Please just set me free
At your stone
On my knees
Can you hear me through the thunder
Begging for mercy?
A break in the clouds
Did you answer me?
I collapse from exhaustion.
Carry Me Home
Carry me home
Put on my weight again
Carry me home
I lost my strength and then
That piercing pain in my side
Still less than when I lost my pride
Carry me home
That’s what you said to me
Carry me home
I’d do that for you endlessly
Temporarily blind
You’ll see you haven’t lost your mind
‘Round in circles, where you goin’?
Lost is just a state of mind
Somethin’s in you, you’re not knowin’
Love, it’s something you can find
I’ll be with you, it won’t feel like a grind
Give it a turn, we’ll watch it all unwind
We are home
Wherever we may be
That’s our home
Wherever we can see
It feels that all is right
Together we’ll stand and fight
For our home.
About the Author
R. M. Fraser lives in the Boston, Massachusetts area,
and has been a New Englander all his life, growing up
in it's most northern reaches.
Holy crap! How weird is that to write a bio about yourself?
I am certainly not going to do this in third person, I can assure
you. I am leaving that there though, for whatever reason,
maybe someone will get a kick out of it. Now I can talk about
myself a bit, I suppose. I am told it will help out a beginning
career (I hope it becomes one, for the record).
I am a New England boy, through and through, no question.
I grew up in a family with Deaf parents, and please note the
capital "D" in the word Deaf. It is there because they are
culturally deaf. It's a future goal to write more about that as
I get older. My work entitled "Pride" is obviously about my
father, but it is also about how he handled life over the years
in a hearing world. It's the only thing I have ever written
about that aspect of my life, but I feel it may have opened up a
floodgate to further works. I am in the process of writing
a fiction novel that delves into such things relating to that.
I'm sure it will help me sort out my own feelings about it,
and be a source of entertainment and understanding for its
readers.
As for the writing aspect of my life, I have been doing this
with poetry and music for about twenty years. This is the first time
I have published a book, and I want more than anything for you,
the reader, to enjoy it. You may find some of the poems have a
lyrical rhythm, and likely those were originally songs that I wrote.
Perhaps the music will one day be recorded and available as
well.
That is all about me for now, but I do wish to give special
thanks to my wife for being the best support I could ever
ask for. Her encouragement has given me the motivation
to do something with my writing. If you do get anything
positive out of this, please be sure to thank her, too. Keep
upcoming works (please, please leave a review), and a future
R. M. Fraser website, where, if you so desire, tell my
wife how awesome she is.
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