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- A Less Romantic Moon
  
  Posted at 11:09 pm by a quiet man, on May 7, 2020
  I used to walk inside the light of a full moon,
  
  she held my hand of course we might swoon.
  
  A time in my life when everything romantic
  
  could align itself, could make any moment epic.
  
  Tonight I could only look at a moon in the sky,
  
  a beautiful sight yet for now it only left me a cry
  
  I haven’t known self-pity as well as I’d like
  
  too many times have I lost in a last strike.
  
  An illuminate memory tonight is a full flower swoon,
  
  gives me solace to know we once knew we could swoon.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2020
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- Accentuate Attention
  
  Posted at 7:18 pm by a quiet man, on May 7, 2020
  Think about it for a minute
  
  we live our lives with a smile,
  
  someone asks,
  
  we have a volume of denial
  
  walk inside the mind of a sinner
  
  come to terms
  
  their own agonizing pain,
  
  often tucked away in the depths
  
  of some remarkable
  
  exterior confidence.
  
  What happens when fatigue
  
  settles in on the exhaustion
  
  trying to find,
  
  trying to find,
  
  only attempts
  
  without resolution.
  
  I once could not possibly
  
  ever remember,
  
  a smile I held for genuine reason,
  
  beyond the need to survive,
  
  the desire to be thoughtful,
  
  a quiet serenity
  
  so rare throughout
  
  years of humane
  
  commonality.
  
  I have loved
  
  for now,
  
  it will be all I ever have.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2020
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- This Loneliest Night
  
  Posted at 5:18 pm by a quiet man, on May 7, 2020
  One is unable to predict
  
  a storm,
  
  one cannot weather
  
  such is the torrent of passion
  
  lost inside the eye
  
  where heart and soul
  
  do mingle.
  
  He suggests the otherwise
  
  wants only recourse
  
  for the many years
  
  the countless nights
  
  waking alone
  
  inside
  
  the facade of
  
  a companion lost.
  
  Many times
  
  I didn’t to make it,
  
  wanted rather
  
  some heavy pipe,
  
  a piercing feather of
  
  nature in phenomena,
  
  take me out,
  
  let me be an accident
  
  ‘only the good … ‘
  
  Tonight
  
  if outside
  
  even though we are
  
  in practice
  
  staying away,
  
  isolating
  
  wonder away
  
  this our silence
  
  will now remain a
  
  forever squall.
  
  I am in the middle of a storm,
  
  it’s quiet here, I might have a cry
  
  I look around the world,
  
  there is a sadness,
  
  one simple pill
  
  will not resolve,
  
  times like these
  
  seem readily apparent
  
  an assortment of cures
  
  would help silence
  
  be my permanence.
  
  Papers signed,
  
  man resigned.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2020
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- ‘Untitled’
  
  Posted at 10:21 am by a quiet man, on May 7, 2020
  Haven’t a reason
  
  perhaps that knowledge
  
  escapes my
  
  ability
  
  desire
  
  response
  
  passion,
  
  oh the last aspect of my life
  
  the realization of a creative
  
  wonder in the mind of
  
  finding heart and soul inside
  
  the beauty of
  
  her eyes,
  
  her wish
  
  her conscience
  
  to give assurance that love might be
  
  a constant
  
  a beautiful reckoning
  
  two people
  
  wander upon each other
  
  only to discover
  
  love
  
  is meant
  
  to be.
  
  certainly
  
  a lonely passerby
  
  might not understand,
  
  though if they have found love
  
  within themselves
  
  think upon
  
  that word
  
  the compelling satisfaction
  
  the aspect we all seem to seek
  
  one way or another
  
  is their own
  
  reaction
  
  what is love
  
  whom are we to be
  
  in the circumstance of
  
  some given affection
  
  found meaning
  
  found dependency,
  
  oh such is a
  
  dangerous precedent,
  
  when off on our confidence,
  
  the precipice
  
  so very haunting and inviting
  
  looms,
  
  oh yes indeed,
  
  seems frivolous
  
  yet sometimes
  
  our options are clear.
  
  I cannot title my feelings in this gesture,
  
  only suggest its less attractive adventure.
  
  © Scott F Savage 5/2020
  
  the ‘b’ series
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