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- Seeing You Tonight
  
  Posted at 12:26 am by a quiet man, on August 8, 2021
  I saw you tonight, the way you observe,
  
  your jawline where my fingertips would run,
  
  hair falling in between,
  
  lips waiting to kiss me.
  
  I watched as you became present in the moment,
  
  the band played on, body swaying to the motion,
  
  I saw you tonight,
  
  for a minute I might
  
  have imagined just you and me in a dance
  
  when nothing else could offer chance
  
  then hold you again,
  
  feeling what was then.
  
  I saw you tonight, and when they played,
  
  ‘fool on the hill’ I cried, wept afraid
  
  I might never know this moment again
  
  I might always yearn wondering when.
  
  © Scott F Savage 8/2021
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- Living In A Mild Rainstorm
  
  Posted at 12:47 am by a quiet man, on August 30, 2020
  A little water could never hurt you
  
  she would say,
  
  dressing me in my elementary
  
  yellow rain slicker,
  
  ready for the day,
  
  the walk to school close enough
  
  to see the morning smoke from the ovens,
  
  the menu for the day.
  
  ~
  
  I remember searching for puddles along the way,
  
  a splash here
  
  always in the timing pushing the water away,
  
  rather than a clean pair of trousers
  
  walking into school,
  
  fresh and ready for the day.
  
  ~
  
  Already then I’d begun to feel displaced,
  
  like my world didn’t match up,
  
  the kids around me
  
  all my friends,
  
  at least that seemed the case
  
  when in elementary school,
  
  measures are rather naivé
  
  to suggest any otherwise
  
  might be construed
  
  a settlement in which we must
  
  somehow disagree
  
  safe face
  
  prideful disregard
  
  for that intellect
  
  calls upon our soul
  
  to know one another
  
  rather than destroy
  
  each other.
  
  ~
  
  All these mild storms
  
  we experienced on and all
  
  different degrees of severity,
  
  until one afternoon,
  
  when looking in her eyes,
  
  we did realize
  
  love.
  
  ~
  
  Oh such is the mystery
  
  how our body responds internally
  
  some force of nature
  
  a driving passion,
  
  this,
  
  our ability to know something is beautiful
  
  outside the norm
  
  we are taught to live within,
  
  always unexpected
  
  because that is the way we have been
  
  taught,
  
  to not anticipate,
  
  instead,
  
  be grateful for that we might
  
  feel.
  
  ~
  
  I choose the rainstorms today,
  
  for I believe in the hours ahead
  
  will be a moonlight
  
  a soft lantern in the sky,
  
  lights up that mystique
  
  lets eyes search forever.
  
  © Scott F Savage 8/2020
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  Posted in poetry, writing | 1 Comment | Tagged Life, music, Pachelbel, poetry
- This Passing Day
  
  Posted at 12:23 am by a quiet man, on April 18, 2020
  Always examine the moment,
  
  do we cry, are we weak,
  
  does it always have to be this way.
  
  Someone told me once,
  
  ‘we are all trying to make it’
  
  difficult disbelief.
  
  Statements made by people are real,
  
  contain truths
  
  an honesty will often prevail.
  
  In this moment,
  
  music play like a heartbeat,
  
  my words channel the melody.
  
  If only I could
  
  find the right harmony,
  
  to pull away from indifference
  
  These years go by,
  
  the feelings remain the same
  
  haunting persecution.
  
  Moments of happiness,
  
  I could hang onto
  
  through the most turbulent times.
  
  Help me to understand,
  
  how moving past midnight
  
  will ever differ in kind.
  
  © Scott F Savage 4/2020
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- This is a Jazzy Repose
  
  Posted at 4:44 pm by a quiet man, on February 12, 2020
  I suppose I would imagine walking inside
  
  a coastal village with a soothing blend of island groove
  
  my only wish to be Sade standing at the center
  
  of everyone’s world in the moment, cool, winsome,
  
  the arrangement of this name.
  
  The human condition needs to dance
  
  with sweet freedom, hips swivel, eyes dare,
  
  and the mind lets go so the heart might
  
  then design Nature’s way of melodic song
  
  while the body allows desire to speak passion.
  
  Oh while the world around me lives an agenda
  
  mine is lost in white sands and a distant lover
  
  miles away yet still close to my heart our eyes
  
  do yearn to pull our lives next to one another,
  
  skin on skin, sensual bodies intermingle
  
  such is the levity of a romantic interlude at sea.
  
  Feel the breeze please, know the moment
  
  does exist when even if she didn’t imagine it
  
  possible my every move was in order that she may see me
  
  she may see me
  
  she may see me,
  
  and no one else near this passionate man,
  
  could possibly hold the embrace
  
  of her, her muse, my … this elegance
  
  that allows my dreams to maintain
  
  this is my forever yearn.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2/2020
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- ‘The Holidays Are A Difficult Time’
  
  Posted at 6:45 pm by a quiet man, on December 10, 2019
  I remember the words like it was yesterday, the thought in my mind only to be of such a grace to help her understand that even though I knew there would be tough days ahead, my love was stronger than ever and my heart would always be waiting, wanting, wondering. I’m listening to ‘Tuesday Afternoon’ right now by the Moody Blues. Makes sense to me, I wonder if it might ever resonate with a person I love with all my heart and soul. I’m living in a dream this week, I’m unsure of where I might land, where I really wish to be.
  
  There is a chill in the air that makes such words more relevant with every breath I take, I’m watching for signs that no longer exist, feeling a nostalgic draw to an image that is one of the past, suggests there really is nothing for me to look forward to anymore. I wonder how many out there are feeling frustration right now, because they can read through my feelings and their first assignment for me would be to get off my pedestal and just live my life. I’m standing in line waiting to say quite the same, but sometimes, there is an inherent fear with living out loud what we believe. There is a sudden urgency to not allow strength to interfere with that we perceive to ourselves to be a weakness. We think it outside of ourselves, because it is all we might imagine when the ruminate nature of our state of mind continues to cycle our sorrows deep within the twilight of a moon-lit winter night.
  
  I’m floating somewhere in a horizon of disbelief, waiting for the shadows to disappear and let the rains fall gently, the sunlight warm this frozen feeling of lost abandon. I haven’t the strength or desire to move on, I’d rather recall simple beauty and those dreams that light the fire in a lover’s eyes. I’d prefer to listen to a favorite lyric and hold fantasy to the notion she might hear the same right now, right in this moment, where distance and a certain mystique separate our lives yet hold an eternal connection to what is the simple truth in the throes of a sweet love.
  
  I think while feeling the blues of a holiday, I’m also processing just how close I feel to someone I wish I might be able to define in the manner of any old love song, any favorite poem, any enchanting melody while strolling in a lover’s arm upon cobblestone trails and wintry settings with holiday decorations would strike at the heart of a hopeless romantic in a given moment. I suppose I am writing this for all of us, and genuinely wishing a oneness occur for all of everyone to feel the words ahead.
  
  Happy Xmas everyone, the holidays are upon us – a time to love … only that.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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  Posted in commentary, poetry | 2 Comments | Tagged Christmas, cobblestone, holiday blues, horizon, love, Moody Blues, music, romantic, The Great Gatsby, winter, wintry, z
- I Get Hit With The Blues
  
  Posted at 1:28 pm by a quiet man, on December 9, 2019
  Ever walk into a snowstorm,
  
  That last sheet of ice scalds
  
  The naked skin on your cheeks,
  
  Eyebrows crystalize,
  
  It’s in that moment you scream to the sky,
  
  ‘I’m alive, dammit I’m alive’
  
  And yet,
  
  There doesn’t feel like
  
  Anyone is around to listen to your blues.
  
  So I took a walk down the hallways,
  
  A slow methodical step by step,
  
  No music, really,
  
  Just breathing, even utterances
  
  Following me to the next room,
  
  Someplace where I might just …
  
  And I felt the blues,
  
  They captured me,
  
  Strolled with me,
  
  Let me throw my eyes to the ground
  
  And ponder the moment,
  
  What was this I found,
  
  Not so profound,
  
  Just really in my silent lament,
  
  Utter bullshit,
  
  The blues were meant to let me down.
  
  Slowly, gradually, a soft landing
  
  Can be so much easier than a free-fall.
  
  We would all like to feel we can float
  
  In the sky, our love of who we are,
  
  What we might become,
  
  Together,
  
  So encapsulating,
  
  Letting dreams live their destination
  
  In the quiet recesses of our mind,
  
  That place where the blues,
  
  Will travel eventually, find a resting spot
  
  So when the painful moment,
  
  When we decide,
  
  When while we are wandering,
  
  The reminder returns,
  
  We need to sing the blues now.
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- Said Beauty
  
  Posted at 12:43 am by a quiet man, on December 8, 2019
  She said
  
  he then cried
  
  quite some time
  
  feeling rather dead
  
  inside.
  
  He heard
  
  her words
  
  wasn’t matter then
  
  only why
  
  only how.
  
  For it is sad
  
  when our device
  
  tested
  
  becomes only a word
  
  no longer
  
  emotion
  
  inside the beauty
  
  love
  
  Suggestion
  
  in each other’s eyes.
  
  Oh to know when
  
  to understand
  
  a what
  
  a where
  
  a why
  
  did we ever
  
  love
  
  yo only come this far
  
  to only say good
  
  bye, hello
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- Why Hang On
  
  Posted at 5:45 am by a quiet man, on November 28, 2019
  Eyes
  
  are real
  
  hers in moonlight
  
  the scent of a passion
  
  soft a hand
  
  upon my shoulder
  
  in that naked moment
  
  a sleepless night.
  
  Would love
  
  in some surreal
  
  typical tragic
  
  arena of judgment
  
  be so shallow
  
  might present
  
  in an alternate state
  
  still would she show
  
  sweet elegance
  
  he may know.
  
  For it is
  
  this our forever
  
  unresolved
  
  yet solace is truth
  
  when lost
  
  chosen
  
  in truth
  
  we do our love
  
  internalize a freedom.
  
  ©️Scott F Savage 2019
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- When In A Song
  
  Posted at 6:59 pm by a quiet man, on October 24, 2019
  While a story could be thought of
  
  we might al-ways cry a little while
  
  Though I spoke of our own music
  
  now I tear just a bit to wonder why.
  
  We are still such quiet lovers
  
  in silly way we walk away
  
  every time we get a bit closer
  
  we leave out love in silent calm.
  
  Though the time we run for shelter
  
  seems a harmonized regret we say
  
  And the passions of our heartache
  
  stays in line with a future time we may.
  
  And with every breath we can gasp
  
  the love we know will not go away
  
  Oh to love one soul with the other
  
  in our world, we’ll stay away
  
  so the time we knew as lovers
  
  left our mind in a somber way
  
  we could always look at passion
  
  for the way our lives would speak today
  
  Oh I cry when knowing matter
  
  will al-ways get in the way.
  
  So the time we spent so together
  
  will al-ways remind us why.
  
  Will always remind us why.
  
  © Scott F Savage
  
  ‘In My Life’ – Beatles inspiration
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- Songs Telling Stories
  
  Posted at 2:26 pm by a quiet man, on August 14, 2019
  Oh to have such lovely lyrics
  
  as those might I gently tell you
  
  how wonderful it is
  
  to know you, feel and love you.
  
  Oh to know that certain melody
  
  may touch my heart, feel your soul
  
  when love is our simple truth
  
  we live, we breathe, stay alive.
  
  For us this is a sweet harmony
  
  a favorite compact disc, a radio,
  
  sleek in radiance an old vinyl
  
  when the needle drops for you.
  
  Oh to share such is wondrous emotion
  
  splendid passion forever, you and me.
  
  © Scott F Savage 2019
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