Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

02 August 2016

Fathomless Depths


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A shifting blue sky covers Berlin
Lying to the world, in it’s own brilliance
There is nothing we can do, now
You, the rebel, a loser, a cause without

I don’t want to hurt you, but I need to breath
Our key was lost some time ago
Being the talisman, obsessed with ones downfall
Be the phantom, searching photon thief

(What is the most special thing you ever done in your life?)

Maintaining a perverted fear of lost bearing
While you strike and lash out
Killing the only thing you got, right to kill
Silence falling as shadows, embracing the dark

The solemn autodidact stands alone on the beach, seeking indifference
Sky, wind and water meaning all
Rock, roots holding life, connecting elements
Ones vision, unreal truth on display

We will not take the easy road

Out





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15 February 2016

Mirrored Flame (present particle of Be)

 


Prelude

It is not the candle that attracts me, it’s the flame it holds
Nor the warm light it shares but the life it so clearly display
This flame speaks to me, tells me who the man is, why he isn’t
A bleak comedy reflects back as you look deep, a black joke filled with lust and pain
I have sat many long nights staring into this flame, drifting knowledge of ones mind

It is not the woman that attracts me, it’s the urge she possess
Not the gentle touch but her true will to let me be, alive
This warmth has a stronger grip on me than the will to live
Sarcastic hollow games, threads of inner core pulled out in the open
Taken and stomped on to be mended mere moments after, unfailingly heated

Outro

A flame reaching the night sky with hungry seeking bright fingers as the cold night swallows all
One pure element into another, a perfect alliance, Mortis et vitae rota
Sleepless yet not fully wake now, drifting away and up
Words and clear sentences filling my thoughts
Perfectly beautiful lines of black letters, meaning and hope on a white flowing backdrop
As I open my eyes to the dark room the vision gets muted and vague, to finally falter and dies
Awakened, the underlying cause of lost ideas
Last night I lost her again, for good this time I believe
To mend her broken trust in me has now become a thing of the past
Forever staying within me, never to waver fully yet time will surely dim and dull our senses






Coda a.k.a The tail

He once told me you were like a broken mirror without the seven years of bad luck. If I had asked in detail what he meant he would have smiled, hesitated for a brief moment before seeking deep within my eyes for the reason of my curiosity. Not until he was fully satisfied that my intensions were of the right nature would he start describing in minute detail the room that you occupied. Your room was filled with the most vivid shapes of black and white, rights and wrongs. An organized mess that as long as time was given remained in your absolute control. Your room and the space around you were governed with precision and resolute willfulness, tornado-like passion and your deep rooted love for details. Your ability to love to hate to love. He would have told me if I had asked him about your ‘time’, that it was not any of your direct concerns, not time as the minions would know time anyways. Time was not measured in regards to the Sun nor our Earth and it’s moon cycles for you. You, my sweet soul Sister, my roaming free Brother, my own hollow reflection in the cracked mirror. Your room is in the open, winds from distant horizons sweeps in and whip your being senseless, ripping your hair, roars in mantras as the night sky opens up and let your mind take flight, always up and beyond. Out in the open your room is keeping you in control as you walk with passion and grace upon shattered pieces of broken mirror, shards sparkling like a star cluster beneath you. Drifting off now, a transparent shape fading out like a powerful echo.

As the man bid his adieu, said the formal words so often spoken at times like this and with a blank expression started walking away a space of emptiness hung shadow-less with a faint clandestine warmth where he had lingered minutes before. He walked with a slow but firm pace down the path that connected me to you to him and turned left over the crest, into another worlds vision. The closest star to Earth is the Sun.





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09 February 2016

Black Wound of Time (Requiem of all said and done)







Darkness remains, hollowed mind
Cloaked deliverer, spellbound receiver
Slow healing wound feeding your pain
Alert and seeking, hurting oneself
Heading into the night, treading mud

Hold me under
Poison the dream
Open mind
Leaving all

Candle unlit, pressing blackness
Altar of poison, kneel then die
One last time, look deep into the shadows
Man is no more, failed messenger
All hope gone, as you fade away further

Into the clearing
Seeking eyes
Hate lingers
Wishful scorn

A distant mist, The Watchtower
Knowledge forgotten, doomed walker
Hounds of Gehenna, sacrificial offering
No explanation given, do or die
Swaying in the wind, masterless standing alone

Universe pressing
Grey nebula
Clusters of stars
Timeless black wound












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01 February 2016

Undisturbed motions of the Sea









I killed myself today
To see what it was like
The curious mind of me,
took overhand suddenly

I left no shadow behind
No footprints where I stood
Just the feeling of today
Moving lightly in the breeze

I walked away from it today
As the feeling disappeared
Still drifting in the wind
Reaching out and touching you

I remembered yesterday
Walking deep within the woods
Sky above, earth beneath
It brought the best out of me






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29 January 2016

Our Tangled Strings

 





The poet knows what he is writing, yet he might not know what he wrote.
Backing up time when it stood still, memories were vivid and real, slipped away into the shadows where they belong, words of a lost mind. 
A cause? A reason that slipped and got away? A lost translation?


Waltz number 19 ringing in my mind, ‘Apart’ a haunting cure as I turn the light off at night.
Tangled is our beautiful mess, we look at each other in the reflection of yesterdays actions.
Thin strings of unworldly colors, brittle threads holding all together, not breaking. 
I am leaving! Return not an option! Involuntarily unstuck!

This will be, missed. 
Will I ever be one again with you? Slowly undoing the yarn as distance and time seeps and dilutes what we had.
Knowing her steps in the city, curious mind seeking solution to unimaginable thoughts, the companion of her mind showing the way.
Racing towards an end, the start never presented itself in it’s own full glory.
I am my own enemy, realistic actions of a desperate dreamer walking a deep deathlike solitude, macho bravado echoes in flight or fall.
Without it nothing would be worth anything, at all.

                                                                                                 So I kissed her right then right there






Teasing out the tangles.
Every knots are like "the present" bound by the yesterdays.
Those inconsistent details are so much like strict and honest daily
reports...of the moments, transition of the emotions..” - She wrote…



  Y.I twentyninthofjanuary






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Your Shortest Straw

 





By now you ought to have learned to navigate your tragedy, the imprisonment of your dreams
Letters written for the shadows, symbols spilled out on the table top
Looking deeper into his own black hole he found foe turned friend, spiral of delirium that will dutifully tear all apart
Leaper of will, seeker of the shortest straw dancing to a mad rhythm, swaying and spinning out of his orbit
Freedom to free fall into the abyss as his own destiny builds up around, going faster and faster
Standing silent in the night, blackened sky displayer of majestic eternity
Millions of years of knowledge, looking back into the realm once held tight, the right questions being asked and answered at random
Alone in the deep woods at night, look around you seeing life as it is, in the dark safety
Stone and boulders forever strong, tree and earth seeking a hold as the rush of rivers keeps pressing forever downwards
Frayed sanity, loosing control of the grip once held to steer clear of hidden opponents
The Adversary flexing, rival in all that ever was held high and into the light, now rotting in matters below your feet






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Blackened Virgin








Endless straight, wasting light
Into the cracks time seeps, hollowed
Hearing a future noise being released
One of these days, hanging tight
Branches swaying in the night
Life holds it’s breath, converting
Bright flames reaching the sky
Heat meets the Northern breeze
Pyre of my love burning high

          Be the scam you are, deception
     The truth written in your eyes
              Owns hoax, bending the truth

Keep on walking, you nameless man
Sore feet meeting gravel and roots
Nothing under the gazing nebula
Duty takes one step, further away
Directs attention, distracts knowledge
Once the mantra has been spilled
There is not but one curved left path
Open your mind, like me setting free
Into the deep cavity I glide soundlessly

         Stranded now, waves pounding
              Released of all needs and want
        Out of reach, marooned eclipse

Dressed in black screaming against the wind
Echoes drifting over blue void, stand tall
Waiting for an answer, finding solitude
Ripped fabric sophisticated masquerading ape
Now, rush the tide and leave it all behind
Run for your life till embraced by the pull
Slowly you decompose into nothing
Back to the waves and roots of your dreams
Time stops, all is moving under one sky





 (Poem written for “Endless Straight” novella)





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01 January 2016

Fools Gold




The portal isn’t a gate to the outside, not a door that can be walked through
The portal is not open for you when the light shines upon your face
Shun the knowledge and seek safety from an old enemy, he will know
Deep shades of meaning between two polar opposite, path of least resistance
Find your remedy and take heed, it’s all within you, always been with you

To be continued…to the end








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28 December 2015

Surpassing me






I declare my self, out of control
Maybe if we were the rhythm
Echoes returning from the light
We then could see beyond horizons

Your stride loose on the path leading
On a journey of hope and loss, transcend
I am not the star, I am the night sky
Organic knowledge let’s me flow free

Coming up for air, lungs bursting
In the circle of reason we ought to live
Present as time slips, hungry tide
Here I am, invisible as lost love




Poem on card to Ms.Stoneriver Dec 28, 1972





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I(’m) like you a lot - The Singularity of three





Solo
Little did he know, through a reader the final image was set
Words written in the dust, what the fuck did he know about anything?
Once down the hill he turned left and kept walking, looking down at his feet
Scenarios of ill deeds on display as landscapes kept changing around him
There in the distant, beyond the clouds of devolution lay an open answer
Blackened hills feeding his vision as time slipped away like a clear death
Forests of roots and singing branches amongst boulders from yesterday
   ‘Have you ever been to the other side and back?’ asked the watchman
Hoovering with an authoritarian presence his voice was yet but a whisper
   ‘You enter and while you make your steps as a commoner each second grows
    more important. Most can’t handle it. You see, they haven’t realized that they
    can turn back if they so choose, biggest regret of their lifetime…funny, people are’.
Pressing down hard but with a firm and comforting support he made his way
Onwards against the stream of well wishers and ignorant supporters
Back broken but straight, a sense of hard heart beat singing like rushing water
Beyond the next curve he knew the beach could be seen on clear days
Waves producing sounds like a million factories, energy pounding the shoreline
   ‘Don’t stop!’ he told himself over and over again.
   ‘Need to get this shit done…now! No more delays!’
Walking, dancing. Not a thing to worry about when you know that nothing is all
Slipping in and out of your own destiny, always feeling the pull towards the inner circle
Take control was his name, loosing it his game, while standing on the road he traversed
Without moving he shifts location at will now, only the waves has a steady pattern




Duo
Once an honest betrayer always one, I’ve seen many hearts as a grown man
Seeking true compassion and warmth in the observer, judging non
Same tones but on shifting volumes and characters, filling the transparent void
Observer - Lover
All same difference, one can never, shouldn’t ever be compared to the other
Seeing me through dark eyes, caring not for the drifter but for the drift
Taking me in, holding me tight and wishing for my return
Seeker - Egoist
I(m) like you a lot, for seeing the man for what he is, calling his name
We have a lifetime to figure it all out, short sharp shock
Longing of the path ahead, leaving nothing behind as time slips through
Drifter – Drinker
Always alone, I will be strong, with you I lost control again
Figurative is the art that reflects back when in your presence, vackra kvinna
Solid knowledge being washed away by the hungry tide, traces gone
Nihilist – Writer
The watch tower stands empty tonight, seek refuge in it’s shadow
No point in hiding anymore, run for your life if it’s worth it, for you
Grab what’s left and let the beads spill to the ground, patterns taking shape




Trio
Tired of your mother fucking well wishings and go-getter attitude
Easy to be sarcastic when the sun is shining on your sorry ass daily
You. Becoming a higher being looking down on the looser
I quit with one goal in mind, simplicity the way up and out
Nothing wrong in knowing ones limits and follow your own heart in my world
Belittle me as much as you want, you don’t know me brother, what pulls
We are not playing the same game, that will be clear to you one day, when Im gone
The beauty in having one goal and letting go of the rest lives inside of me…always







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08 December 2015

Paean dissimulation~






We don’t exist, dying ~
                                                                         

                                                             Fast tempo ripping, avulsed~
            Bodies full of poison~

                                                                                                        love on the run~
     Taking toll~
                                    …wait for the trap~


 Omega, the new frontier ~                                                                         The stage is set~

                                                       Win the battles you picked~

             ….Kill yourselves, evaporate~
                                                                                No one has the answer, Nil is the equalizer
There is calm in you, like a storm­~
                                                        Battle fields barren from all seasons~
                Ashes and dust remains, all in the wind~               Remotely you remain, still dead~
Paean dissimulation~

A.k.a Hypocrisy Triumph Pretense Song of praise Dissembling Bluff Hymn Deceit Alleluia Dishonesty Plaudit Duplicity Glorification Lying Eulogy Guile Tribute Subterfuge Panegyric Feigning Accolade Shamming Acclamation Encomium Faking








                                                                                      * Walk the hard way, total fucking nihilism


|myoōz|34 Imperfect perfection



Muse, how I love you
You can show me the way
Up and beyond
Intoxicated on you, knowledge
The born looser that I am
On steady legs I brace for impact

Muse, how I love you
I see your deeper self
Tranquility and steadiness looking back
How do one live life?
Nothing can overtake, you are now
Total control of ones mind

Muse, love in time, deeply
You can seen the colors, imperfect perfection
Comfortably numb of hardship
Yet happiness resides in your steps
The key is there, reach it
Unlocked you let your demons fly

Muse, you can be all
Mother, in you I trust all
Woman, took me in your hands
Mystic lover, let me die in your scent
Inspiration of creative freedom
Terpsichore and Thalia in embrace

Muse, standing straight bowing to no Gods
Heavy music to my ears
Ripping through the night, in my cellar
Mind drifting deeper, all senses on
Missing your gentle touch, alive again
Believing one self, drifter meeting foundation

Muse, how you control me, my thoughts restless
How can I now function, as I did?
Nothing is the same, all covers blown
True deep knowledge of the mind and body remains
Goddess from the Southwest, show me more
The way out of here, I need what you can give me

Muse, how I love to love you
Let the seeker rest in your presence
Have him, keep still and rest
A vagabond hits rock, hard he lands
Ripped and torn, happiness in ones wounds
Easing my angst, let me walk with you in the rain

Muse, beautiful as the starlit desert sky
Once again I can see a way out
In your dark eyes I loose myself, calm power
The possibility to remain is in the moment
As the cold winds unleashes on our city
Hemisphere entities rejoins to end a quest


                                           November Thirty, NineteenSeventytwo













|myoōz| a woman, or a force personified as a woman, who is the source of inspiration for a creative artist.












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