Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

28 December 2015

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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