I want to die
no
really I do
she showed me the cuts
some new overlapping the old.
How long does this last
she asked me
well over 40 years I suppose
This may speak the darker side of my life. This will be the place I do address my demons.
I want to die
no
really I do
she showed me the cuts
some new overlapping the old.
How long does this last
she asked me
well over 40 years I suppose
She stood in his way
he thought forty years later …
stepped aside away
Oh one might think
blaming
a callous nature
nothing beyond a looming storm
meant for destruction
old oak now rests in
her dining room
such is rage
out of control
yet a natural event
would suggest
helpless reprieve.
Real is the anger
remains inside our body
not at all meant toward
hurting another
only an indication
who carries such fury
get their shit together
before suffrage
condemns those living lives
amongst each other.
©️ Scott F Savage 10/2029
A familiar place,
would be so near my eyes
I’d have to stop and look around
see the trees, shelters near by,
a place we might see skis
or bicycles moving by,
while the two of us,
you and,
me and,
we could be together there
alone
I’d reach out and touch your shoulder,
your smile that energy that wave of wonder
would electrify the air around me,
us, around us,
it really would be us out there
with the forest nearby,
able to mute the dialogue that would
tear us apart,
if we just we keep looking at the trees,
all the leaves, the wilderness,
no answers there,
just the beauty,
you and me,
the trees …
and then,
came along a sudden breeze
sentient sensations
you and me.
© Scott F Savage 9/2020
Asked you to love me
for it was passionate we
this forever free
© Scott F Savage 9/2020
Capture stars alone
Affections will certainly
Remain in promise
© Scott F Savage 9/2020
we would such season
address commonality
why wait such reason
we took walks mattered
sunny horizons, tattered
mattered little, we
© Scott F Savage 8/2020
Nearby stands a soul
whole would be a gift
drift upon the sea eddy
a mystique exists beyond
the reach of one humanity
instead all speculation
water is a splash of wonder
cause the eye to fantasize
just how important
and why
and when
and how
will any of this ever affect
my life as it is
capable only of
a gathering of wood
the smoke in the air,
a campfire nostalgia
makes me remember
a wanton desire
to hold her hand nearby,
all the faces we could see
if the light of the fire
would flicker our way,
could they really wonder
about you and me,
or is it just seeing their own
expressions of judgment
caused everyone in their own
perpetual quiet
to wonder out loud,
in their sweet apparent
silence.
Are we all this pre-arranged.
© Scott F Savage 8/2020
Please do it out loud
let the world watch this pain
noticed in a crowd
© Scott F Savage 8/2020