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- The Value of Words
  
  Posted at 11:23 am by a quiet man, on July 4, 2020
  There is no such thing,
  
  when it comes to real,
  
  the truth of who we are
  
  that we want to be,
  
  who we might have been
  
  one time,
  
  when she was loving me.
  
  There just is no thing,
  
  like the right words,
  
  when her beauty has stepped away,
  
  far in front out of every way,
  
  to find her heart,
  
  to touch her soul.
  
  All he can do, is relive her eyes,
  
  with him forever,
  
  they cannot be denied,
  
  windows like a vacation in a paradise,
  
  to see the longing,
  
  such sensuality,
  
  a truth in compassion,
  
  soothing inside her soul,
  
  again, her heart,
  
  inside her soul.
  
  There is no such thing
  
  as pretending love away.
  
  © Scott F Savage 7/2020
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- masking my woe
  
  Posted at 12:40 am by a quiet man, on March 24, 2020
  If I could
  
  step away and forget
  
  I would choose
  
  to be alone,
  
  to mask my feelings,
  
  so my everyday,
  
  would not fall into the trappings
  
  of woe.
  
  I listen to the quiet
  
  beat of jazz,
  
  I think of smokey rooms,
  
  and scary eyes,
  
  there’s a woman in there,
  
  who everyone knows,
  
  yet she struggles
  
  to understand herself,
  
  feeling invisible
  
  every turn.
  
  I wonder if
  
  I will
  
  ever really know
  
  when the time has come
  
  for me to step away,
  
  let go,
  
  let the universe
  
  take me some other way,
  
  instead,
  
  I wait by the side of the road,
  
  watch the cars roll by,
  
  no one I know,
  
  I’m the one, now,
  
  invisible.
  
  Living in this fantasy,
  
  while outside,
  
  the world became real,
  
  now we did
  
  touch each other’s soul.
  
  What does it mean,
  
  this, love,
  
  what is the truth
  
  behind the pain.
  
  What happens when our bodies
  
  convulse in shadowed tears,
  
  at the point
  
  where everyone else
  
  doesn’t matter at all …
  
  except her.
  
  I stood there again,
  
  on the precipice,
  
  glancing into the wind,
  
  I saw her outline,
  
  her smile,
  
  her eyes,
  
  telling me it will be ok,
  
  leave the mask off she said,
  
  there is far more beauty in
  
  real.
  
  © Scott F Savage 3/2020
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- Find You In My Dream
  
  Posted at 6:42 pm by a quiet man, on December 20, 2019
  A jazzy melody plays,
  
  quiet, austere, capable
  
  state of mind,
  
  an overture of wonder,
  
  as wandering through the annals
  
  of his mind,
  
  his curiosity has kept him in a sort of
  
  preoccupied state.
  
  Imagine the waves on the lakeshore,
  
  a ripple begins and grows and heaves … lays out
  
  then returns in silent retreat,
  
  the noise would be the landing space
  
  after the heave,
  
  the retreat might be a second thought,
  
  the notion of what once was,
  
  now having been,
  
  and the onlooker, continues their stroll,
  
  and the beat goes on …
  
  So now he knows,
  
  the sun has set again into a twilight
  
  place where all of his dreams
  
  become a constant reality,
  
  this testing ground,
  
  … whereby my sanity …
  
  begins a common sojourn
  
  a rhythmical commotion
  
  chaotic as a dream
  
  might send us reeling off a ledge
  
  only to land inside the comfort of our own
  
  sort of miracle,
  
  that place where all of our fears
  
  suddenly transpose the night
  
  to begin yet another
  
  fantasy
  
  a wish, a yearn, a need
  
  to venture forth with a smile,
  
  so if in a quiet
  
  she might notice
  
  her energy will the cause,
  
  this finality.
  
  © Scott F. Savage 2019
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- When It Hurts
  
  Posted at 9:59 pm by a quiet man, on December 9, 2019
  I cannot predict when I will cry for you,
  
  it usually can come out of the blue,
  
  as seemingly trivial as that appears,
  
  there is no solution for these tears.
  
  I waited an hour that turned to days
  
  the other day I began to wonder ways
  
  I might have ruined the beauty of you
  
  the wonder of love seeming out of the blue
  
  Sometimes, piecing together lives seems old
  
  we are not meant for this not a me or you,
  
  instead we draw conclusion out of the blue,
  
  the two of us stand naked again, so it is cold.
  
  I wonder just when I’ll stop feeling this blue,
  
  will it matter to her, will it matter to you?
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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- Living Blues
  
  Posted at 10:28 pm by a quiet man, on August 21, 2019
  A little Creedence
  
  days gone by the changing wind
  
  hold onto love, chance.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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