I married a woman decades ago because we seemed to want the same things. We loved children and wanted to have our own. We liked outdoor activities, and lived healthy lives. We had great sex, the kind of stuff that you remember for days and months and even years later – though I didn’t. IContinue reading “The Ugly Nature of Love”
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These Traveled Trails
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, yourContinue reading “These Traveled Trails”
To Love
Asked you to love me for it was passionate we this forever free © Scott F Savage 9/2020
Stand With Me
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 asContinue reading “Stand With Me”
Laugh At Me
Please do it out loud let the world watch this pain noticed in a crowd © Scott F Savage 8/2020
A Swift Careen
What about this day would cause us a thunderous sway, such simple dismay © Scott F Savage 8/2020
Sweet Muse, Missing Peace
This piece of life once taken for granted continue forward only if we believe. ~In a swift moment beautiful summer sky could snarl fervent unpredictability. ~Much like the love of a woman a naked shoulder invites soft lips become sheltered a caution to memory. ~Much like the love of a woman she does deserve eachContinue reading “Sweet Muse, Missing Peace”
When Once
Her eyes would shine in an evening moonlight, for the remainder of our lives we might remember forever this night, ours was the beauty of knowing love is right. ~ If I could ever retrace the steps that brought us love, oh to know the course of time, the words, the actions that suggest thisContinue reading “When Once”
A Certain Truth
Look at the small man years of an illusion a steady wave of self deceit turned ugly as the afterward of a bloodied nail yanked from a gashed ageless foot in summertime just this one time he would say ‘why can’t I get a break?’ There’s a poem about inclement weather I can’t remember IContinue reading “A Certain Truth”
Steady Stream
Once in a while standing nearby I feel a smile long before a cry Time will travel slow, if I find the right pool, water standing still though if it is all, be me the fool. Further down the stream I could feel the breeze finding freedom in a dream falling to my knees I’mContinue reading “Steady Stream”
Personal Testimony 