a tendency to disturb
rations of desperation
the note to perturb
such is assassination
of character
of childhood
of young adult
of now for some.
The equivalent of anxiety,
a troubadour of unrest,
silly arguments,
and mis-fired analogy.
Quiet in its mystique
I am not so unique.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
Building a case against One,
a difficult chase to woo.
A network exists, long begun
to help minuscule
events succeed.
All moments
having measured success
when drawn into landscapes, laments
lost seconds I confess.
~
There would seem a further context.
I can feel you in the sunlight
when night appears I need you
seems everywhere we might
if only when not so blue.
~
I can feel you when opening eyes
to stretch the morning to night
would that all of love we surmise
be reachable if only we might.
~
I can feel you let fear decide
how winsome our lives be
when lost in picking a side
what will it be, could it be me.
~
These fleeting desires, romantic art,
Create a wish to inspire your heart.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
If I wanted to create
would you just let me
pour upon you random
odes of imagination,
snow pearls and icycles
in holiday glaze.
I took a walk along Hollywood Boulevard.
well, I did, yeah that is real stuff,
not part of the script.
What happened to all the other
moments,
sweet airs of light
would caress her inspiration,
the essence in her tone,
her shadowy eyes will speak.
~
I cannot whither within the contempt
in my own state of mind, further I dive.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
Afraid to go back there anymore
a memory of when,
why this exists here today,
and the questions will now land
a soft thud upon the ground,
the moment gone,
energy sucked into the vaporous
nature of a hidden cavity
of angst and pain and silent
confusion.
~
I wanted to go back there
love the memory
the times we could together,
and then that sharp pain,
a jab in my side,
blood is still in tact, hasn’t begun to pour yet.
~
There is a standstill with pain,
a thoughtful reflection
now stained with the grief of my cries,
for it was then we held each other close,
the world around us didn’t matter
but we did,
the two of us eyes in eyes,
we only felt the beauty of our time
to be the moment,
this moment so far away today.
~
I cannot return anymore, though I wish I might
while today I wait, I consciously wait.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
Oh, to challenge the remedy too a palace
such wisdom in a forest of intellectual superiority.
This property well maintained,
deeply hidden,
carries a certain fortune of solitude now
wouldn’t you say,
Dr. Jones.
~
We shifted over to that side
when (sum) subtracted attitude
suddenly surmised a solution.
~
If I could remember just exactly
the point I would make,
if in defense of some motive
toward, something resolve worthy.
~
When there does happen
an answer, some lightning rod
moment
suggests life is apparent,
like painting a Michelangelo, such excitement
as letters pour off of my fingertips.
How many slaps of enamel
before recognizing … this direction
over here is a returning
ceremony, when we all,
everyone, including you,
give one sovereign commitment
to joining,
no it won’t be no ‘joining hands’ here malarkey.
Only then can the base be applicable
some starting point,
a strategy, no doubt.
The faces and skies and trees would appear
as the world slowly becomes
a picturesque painting.
~
So sudden was the need to redefine
its,
their,
-some silly goose say-
sort of focus on immediacy
of such is a waffling decay
suggesting no other lead analogy
fitting.
~
The end line then be obscure.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
He wanted
her love.
He didn’t ask
to be judged.
He could not begin
to backpedal.
He careened,
instead.
©️Scott F Savage 10/2021
He chose this place
without listening,
showing no meaning
beyond his own self-serving
anxiety.
Undefined in its resolute manner
to ignore the need
of others,
those important people in our lives
and he would
sacrifice them all
to be heard, heard even by
him alone.
How do we withstand
such a self
that forgets anyone else
those who matter
seem forever drawn into a maze
of misunderstanding and lost
passion.
Scott F Savage 10/2021
Once in a dream she appeared
in a fashion of elegance
he would watch her move
the soft luxury of a sway
feeling her near
his heart might race
her smile would erase
any quiet fears he may
all aspects of anxiety
drawn away in her eyes
he could
would rather live another
day
than force himself
to live apart
from her.
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
All those days a while ago,
I wondered,
ventured to imagine, yet always wrong
swept in a vacuum overwhelmed
losing control.
All I wanted ever and always
to have you by my side
hold me like you once said
was the only thing you wanted
in the moment
in the moment
so wish we might be there again,
so wish one day we might …
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
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