He spoke with a plan
Chose no desire for demand
Mechanical end
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This Time
Posted at 2:17 pm , on May 8, 2020
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A View From My Window
Posted at 1:47 am , on March 8, 2020
I have a new glance as I gather in the miniature city
a village we could call this new home, my own home.
It is well after 1 AM and I can see people walking
on our quiet roads, unlike a circle or boulevard,
simply access roads to the thousands of neighbors
I have now crunched into six or seven football fields
all lined together to accommodate walks of life,
young and old, me, them, those will be theirs as well.
I rather like this view, it is mine, and mine alone.
Oh I do have an animal nearby who is safely
sleeping in a kennel for now, a young pup he is.
In the morning he will wake and my time will become
his alone, no one else will matter until I can see him,
lay down on the wood floor, a sense of ease and comfort.
I’m living independently now, I’m eating, laughing,
though the dark days in between do still remain.
I wonder if I might ever notice the new difference in my life,
or will this be rather labeled a phase than an actual change.
I know I can feel a freedom I have not for many years,
I know there is a sense of wander in my mind, that appeals.
Though the view from my window far busier than past
there is a certain beauty in knowing our lives will make
a change that perhaps might benefit a state of mind.
I did stand on the precipice of my life just nights ago,
sadly wise enough to know battles ahead – my own remain.
© Scott F Savage 3/2020
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No Place To Hide
Posted at 8:14 am , on March 5, 2020
I languished the precipice
of a reasoned survival.
I wonder about avarice
in a state of silent denial.
Want to step off a curb
with undefined urgency
seems easy now we perturb
we love someone a certainty.
I remember moments againtime might suggest a culture
wishing a peaceful gain –
humanity, a harmonic nature.
I wish I might just disappear
end this turbulent life of fear.
©️ Scott F Savage 3/2020
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This Sweeping Ache
Posted at 10:49 pm , on October 13, 2019
I told you I was ok,
I wouldn’t dream of hurting you,
There wouldn’t be a day,
when I would try to make you blue.
I just want to tell you this story,
it isn’t meant to remind you really,
of everything about you in a hurry,
that I would love and cherish so fully.
The ache is something always a surprise,
sitting in my home, in a quiet,
when suddenly I have tears I am not wise
to know this chaos is my riot.
I thought of you this day every day,
I wondered, wandered, wanted to feel
the truth about our grace today,
I live to love you, how sweet and real.
I wouldn’t ever want to worry you,
this feeling I have tonight is only a blue.
© Scott F Savage 2019
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Something About Love
Posted at 8:45 pm , on October 2, 2019
We are given allowances
even when ego steps inside what ought to be
a spiritual epiphany,
a moment that might suggest
all else falls into place
because only
love
might create an opinion
an alternative,
a suggestion of knowing
such a reckoning,
is a necessary precursor
toward allowing our imagination
to thrive,
inside the beauty of Grace,
of woman,
of man,
of human,
sweet is the notion of
forgiveness,
in love.
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Living Proof
Posted at 10:50 pm , on August 24, 2019
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Lost En Route
Posted at 6:42 am , on August 4, 2019
his facade, solo
travel will solace be though
eyes might never know
© Scott F Savage 2019
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Press Repeat
Posted at 9:47 am , on August 3, 2019
that is vast
he said in certainty
lessen judgment
allow a peace of mind
when the human condition feels
in that frame
a split-second
Indecision
will feed our divisive confusion
forever,
though,
love …
we might feel
remain
eternal
© Scott F Savage 2019
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Everything
Posted at 9:59 pm , on June 25, 2019
i read
relates
breathe the morning dew
we did this together
relates
lay in bed imagine
a long sheet
envelops you
hair splayed across my chest
naked love
relates
laying in bed – solemn
cosmic parallel
hell relates to our love.
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Truth in my Way
Posted at 10:01 am , on November 21, 2018
Truth is …
she is with me now
though miles collide
the nature of her
energy
is in my waking morning.
Truth is …
while the world around us
obligatory custom
will decide our hours
mine will be consumed in
Fantasy
the notion, touching her.
Truth is …
though we now we know
an ultimate sacrifice
my eyes holding yours we find
the Sea
this love we have eternal.
Truth …
she is my happiness.
~ finding my way, a personal journey ~
for Zelda
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