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- The Moon, Again
  
  Posted at 8:36 pm by a quiet man, on October 5, 2022
  Seems simple to know when life isn’t going your way
  
  All the pitfall of modern society can only nag
  
  That internal spokesperson for how we should stay
  
  The course, the avenue, the lane – a sultry snag.
  
  ~
  
  Once when under the moon did we feel strong
  
  To capture moment would be a certain truth,
  
  We could know then we’d done nothing wrong.
  
  Only in certain drama would we be uncouth.
  
  ~
  
  I watch the moon rise at night when alone
  
  A distant hoot owl causes me to feel fine
  
  She might be listening in certain zone
  
  A state of mind, of nostalgic rewind.
  
  ~
  
  I am going to watch the full moon release
  
  inside me this turmoil that only seeks peace.
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- An Easy Solution
  
  Posted at 7:41 pm by a quiet man, on September 17, 2021
  Often times the weight is too much.
  
  Stand alone and be forgotten.
  
  Well, that seems personal and rotten,
  
  how state of mind can be our crutch.
  
  Walk outside our comfort zone
  
  anxiety driven, we are human,
  
  lives lived well some quiet omen
  
  they say when seeds are sown.
  
  Remember when play as a child
  
  we could the hours of our time
  
  dreams and fantasy, such rhyme
  
  lose ourselves living in the wild.
  
  With the world around us
  
  we weren’t afraid of anything
  
  sweet longing for trust …
  
  create a shelter for wanting.
  
  Now tonight the sky is blue
  
  with no sign of distress,
  
  the only chance for duress
  
  exists in heads, me and you.
  
  If just once, day be night
  
  and night be another song
  
  when all of us do belong
  
  quiet meditation might
  
  offer us some silent release,
  
  an element of finding peace.
  
  © Scott F Savage 9/2021
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- Trying Too Hard
  
  Posted at 9:44 am by a quiet man, on September 12, 2021
  The strength of passion
  
  sometime like a waterfall
  
  takes on its own fashion
  
  streaming toward the fall.
  
  ~
  
  Once while standing together
  
  Glancing up on this landscape
  
  Crossing time in simple matter
  
  How might we satisfy escape
  
  ~
  
  Wanting to live a life in peace
  
  Thought maybe love a release
  
  Wanting to live a life in peace
  
  ~
  
  Stood upon the precipice of time
  
  Did we ever imagine the pain
  
  Could far outweigh this rhyme
  
  Would measure beauty to gain.
  
  ~
  
  Stood upon the precipice of time
  
  wanting to live this life in peace
  
  ~
  
  With you …
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 9/2021
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- Watching Silence
  
  Posted at 11:51 pm by a quiet man, on July 12, 2021
  I do look
  
  around every corner
  
  inside shadows
  
  in the eyes of a passersby.
  
  do they sense my search
  
  my pleading recognition?
  
  Might anyone possibly know
  
  the level of anxiety in my brain
  
  reflects upon surrounding
  
  We now stand together in awe
  
  we really did begin at s a similar course
  
  in life
  
  ©️ Scott F Savage 7/2021
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- We Left That (part) Aside
  
  Posted at 11:33 am by a quiet man, on July 12, 2021
  Can you remember when one time we forgot about who we were,
  
  just went with,
  
  just felt like the two of us,
  
  all that minutia which wasn’t important at the time,
  
  suddenly reared its ugly head,
  
  and there we stood
  
  in the quiet rain.
  
  That (part) of our lives we didn’t wish to know
  
  wouldn’t leave,
  
  wouldn’t go away,
  
  wouldn’t let us ever forget,
  
  this time, next time, anytime
  
  a notion of sensuality entered our mind,
  
  we could only speak to the reality,
  
  that piece of ourselves
  
  we might never leave,
  
  we would never leave,
  
  we couldn’t no matter if we might create a fantasy,
  
  that made us want to,
  
  wish to
  
  believe we could,
  
  and yet,
  
  sunrises and sunsets, full moons and the milky way,
  
  we see them every night and day,
  
  the rest of our lives.
  
  Love.
  
  © Scott F Savage 7/2021
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- When I Read Our Letters
  
  Posted at 2:59 pm by a quiet man, on March 26, 2021
  A certain quiet mystery captures my imagination,
  
  I wish I might say it was a lovely mystique
  
  brought the two of us together so long ago,
  
  the words are reminders of river walks, and forests, and soft landings
  
  inside the sweet elixir of our fantasy.
  
  ~
  
  The you and me still exists when I round the corner of my life,
  
  a silent rain waking me in the morning,
  
  the drops falling soft on my
  
  window pane,
  
  no storms just a spring shower,
  
  the kind we might experience together in my car,
  
  sitting in a forest waiting to find some words to say,
  
  I love you and that is forever,
  
  but the reminder would always remain,
  
  no matter the sunlight in our heart.
  
  ~
  
  Seems trivial to imagine such simple analogy,
  
  when thinking of you and me,
  
  but I do. When I read your letters
  
  I cannot pretend the words did not come from your heart
  
  I won’t put away the fresh response I had when holding you in my arms,
  
  and then later the words, once you told me you loved them,
  
  and then one day met your eyes with disdain.
  
  ~
  
  Forever trying to figure out how our expressed and beautiful language
  
  might turn a perpetual flame into this urgent need to last.
  
  © Scott F Savage 3/2021
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- When Last We Spoke
  
  Posted at 10:55 pm by a quiet man, on March 9, 2021
  A softness in your voice I couldn’t listen,
  
  didn’t want to know
  
  our lives would matter less
  
  yet compassion still exist.
  
  Just a hardened surface now
  
  sealing off forever whens
  
  the sky above could tell a story
  
  could now be buried
  
  beauty, truth inside some distant legacy.
  
  We were then as life began
  
  until now when lives … carry on.
  
  Scott F Savage 3/2021
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- Coffee and Sunlight
  
  Posted at 10:51 am by a quiet man, on November 21, 2020
  Which is it came first
  
  said the man,
  
  staring out a window
  
  a lovely autumn sunlight
  
  could give anyone
  
  the hope of another day,
  
  to leave behind such is our anxiety
  
  tends to sway,
  
  state of mind.
  
  We might at first
  
  wish for someone we might know
  
  we did know
  
  we had moments where both
  
  the two of us
  
  intertwined with the heat of our skin
  
  driving us further
  
  only wanted,
  
  desired,
  
  a path
  
  a sweet sensuous song
  
  would envelop
  
  such is the passion,
  
  finding center.
  
  © Scott F Savage 11/2020
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- Finding My Voice
  
  Posted at 12:16 am by a quiet man, on July 20, 2020
  I don’t know where it has gone,
  
  I breathe though find no sound,
  
  looking toward a beautiful horizon,
  
  painting a vision no longer found.
  
  There is no utterance without whine
  
  somehow this passion doesn’t exist,
  
  a laughter, an appreciation, fine wine
  
  have unraveled, creativity will resist.
  
  One day when sun spectacular shined
  
  rain drenched birch and maple leaves
  
  people in my life who once I felt defined
  
  a silent memory now solemnity grieves
  
  I would that all this pain I might release
  
  a settling night, I could fathom a peace.
  
  © Scott F Savage 7/2020
  
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- A Visit to the Park
  
  Posted at 8:45 am by a quiet man, on July 10, 2020
  this is tragic‬
  ‪though defines melodrama‬
  ‪where stands melody‬
  ‪alone in memory ‬
  ‪quiet remedy‬
  ‪glance ‬‪yes ‬
  ‪forest is‬
  ‪once eyes above‬
  ‪arms entwine‬
  ‪alone amongst ‬
  ‪many strangers in the wood‬
  ‪we knew our touch‬
  ‪our time ‬
  ‪though galic winds surely‬
  ‪scream … we could‬
  ‪love‬
  
  ©️Scott F Savage 7/2020
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