Frank Savage

Frank Savage / Writings

~1972

03 November 2020

Home Free

 

 

 

 

You need to end yourself, fully, to become who you are, what you need to be

 

 

Clean slate

 

 

Hesitation a wall to be climbed and later forgotten as you expand your horizon

 

The true meaning of self resonates within the walls not longer standing

 

Left on the table lays a fistful of broken flowers, fading in the light walking out the door

 

Enlarge, compensate and lower your standards, the old never gets old enough

 

To die, liberation of all senses, your being timid and small, without boundaries nor masters

 

Need to be then be nothing, as all is an attraction, you the magnet of death as you live

 

Slow down and embrace your thought, let’s walk in the shadows and be the observer

 

See, feel and act, spinning deeper into the vortex of matter and time

 

 

Home free

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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A One Way Trip

 


 

 

 

 

 

Altitude rising

 

Beyond your imagination

 

Breathtaking roar as calm settles

 

Swift and light tranquility

 

You, the stranger, touch base

 

On a one way journey to everything

 

 

 

 

 

 

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14 July 2020

TO FACE THE MIRROR









I will deny you, the light of day

Shaking off that wild mind, that strayed

Falling off like autumn leaves, a Grand cosmos


I will deny you hope and joy

Your demise a prolonged fading memory

You accept that you know nothing


I will deny you the taste of the morning breeze

Rays of light and warmth

Cooling off your mind


I will deny you well earned glory

As we meet at the outskirts of reality

To face the mirror










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A VANISHING POINT








Fall like a bird

Wings folded

Knowledge of oneself

Trusting the doubt

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Gathering speed

 Gravity pulls

Hold and keep

Freedom is the key

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God bless the wicked

Living inside the varied

For he is a living man

Pushing his luck

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Lungs filled

Controlled falling

Like a bird only can

Feather light
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
Ω

Easy swaying of a drifting mind










Resting ones mind
Swaying in the moonlight
Your scent ligers
Drifting closer
Purpose a thin red line









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25 April 2020









THE CLARITY OF DARK



Rays of light seeping through the cracks, teasing the safe corners of darkness. In need of each other to feel and know ones true nature

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Shadows released on free range, dancing without fear, stretching and reaching into the warmth of blackness

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Befriend it, let it cover and protect you, needless to be on display, blinded by bright light

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Smooth slow movements of trust, guided by your senses, the road has no purpose as the unseen path stretches only for you, calling your name

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Darkness my old friend, together we thrive with an open mind, finding ourselves with clarity
















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  RESISTENCIA A LA LUZ





Who ever came up with the idea of being incomplete? Yet here we are, in the same boat. While the roots remains flexible they hold a firm grip on rock and matter. Cloud filled skies keeps bringing life over barren lands. Vapor and wind, collaborating symbiosis of millennia. And there you stand, a small giant, knowing less of what to come than where you came from. Let it happen, let it all tip over. Colors and shades invisible to the naked eye radiates with a spectrum of choice and metaphorical precision. In the desolate space of free range, a light fastness transforms your being from dust to mind, and to dust again. Let it all happen, repeat and go again.









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THEBLUEINMYEYES






Deep blue vastness below, a lighter shade above…

Through the blue in my eyes I see, a world of change, well within reach

Brittle surface, maintaining the balance…

Through the blue in my eyes, things are not always what they seem

Pushing us forward, spiraling through the waves…

Through the blue in my eyes, I’m sometimes blinded by the dark

Elements of truth, shifting gales of seasons…

Through the blue in my eyes, the reflection of self tells another tale











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HOLD












 Holding ones breath, weightlessness lingers as time stops
 Universal drift spirals, harbinger of light and shapes
 Sinking deep into the unknown, multilayered dimensions

 You can leave it all behind, effortless movements through space and time
  The soundtrack of life keeps playing regardless of will or want
 Landing not an option now





Exhale     -     Inhale      -    Hold














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-SHE’S THE ONE-






Slowly walking, uphill on loose soil

Slow walking, path bending in hidden directions

Focus on ones steps as hours turns into days, into months then years

Thinking of you, the love of my life


Always on my mind, walking by my side

Feather light whispers in my ears, keeping me safe


My muse, she’s the one


Soaring on fast wings, on an timeless ocean

Soaring on fast winds, gliding effortless through the sky

Drifter, seeker, wanderer in the dark

Dreaming of you, the light on my path

Always on my mind, teaching me how to cope

Warm touch on stained skin, giving me hope


My love, she’s the one








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…Frank put on the thinking cap one day and realized that he was in love, with her, again.













THE LONGEST DAY



Hunting high and low, for a purpose to be, seeking the truth to oneself
The distant smell of adventure lingers in the cold morning air
As a rising sun radiates hope of joy, hopeful dreams and playful memories lingers

But without you I am incomplete

Distance and time our common enemy, long nights ahead
Days rolling by as an endless ocean, rising and sinking with the tide
Slow sweeping winds keeps kissing the treetops, sound of tranquility

Though, without you I am not whole

Your laughter and scent strong in my mind, your embrace and touch my fuel
Seeking a way has become a mantra that does not leave my side
Knowing that nothing else matters I shut my eyes at night

As the days rolls by, I am longing for you









Ω


11 January 2020

Nemo








Left my job today, first day of the week, why not.
Back on square one, mind racing, thinking of the leap to come
Alone on the back roads of many dimensions, a slow demise


Seeker of beauty, Nomad of truth
Seafarer of a starved and hungry mind

Come forth, taste the bitter reality
You nameless fool, chief woodsman

 Show your colors to the world
This is your chance to shine

Mountain dweller, clean and true
Cast that spell as you slowly fade to black

Only the waves knows your true name
Only the wind holds the clue

Let the tunes of yesterday rip
Tear up and escalate

Black is the search, control is the goal
Learn to gain as you let go

Love and faith intertwined
Helpless and strong, lunge and find


You can leave it all behind
Your being has played out it’s course
Sweet is the taste, of your time left as none






Ω

11 July 2018

Ng=Ng

 





The nice guy steps out the door of the apartment and start the long winding descent to street level. Staircase covered in darkness as he needs no light to find his way down and out. The nice guy knows his limits and just wish to breath the cold raw air that awaits him outside. This is the beginning of a long day for The nice guy and with a certain disdain still burning in his back he starts the long walk away from the mundane building. Always on foot, always without an aim, mostly in the dark.

Once outside in the open things starts falling into place with a more precise clear picture, time is at hand and memories can be sorted and picked apart to be examined into the smallest of obscure parts. What was said, when and how was it said and why. How was the look on her face when she heard his dull words and fumbling replies, in what order did things play out? What had not been said and why? Of course he wasn’t able to say things the way he wanted it to sound like and in the end he lost himself in the labyrinth of doubt and shameful self-hate. A true underdog is what he had become. Still The nice guy, he reminded himself behind clenched teeth while his pace caught a steady rhythm and his inhale/exhale picked up. It had not always been like that, you see, The nice guy was once liked for his various qualities and he used to in all honesty believe that he had that little extra spice to bring to the soup of intervention. That he was The nice guy for a pretty good reason and people around him could spot this without a second look. It could turn out to be a rather tasty broth if you weren’t too picky and well traveled on the axis of consciousness. As the years went by things stared to slide and reposition themselves and here he now walked. Out of a door from a blackened staircase into another blind curve. Onward but not forward.



What is it with us, The nice guys out there? Eh? You lame faggots with crooked soft spines and weak chins. Both balls tucked away in a safe place and only let hanging free and proud while in your own glorious solitude, behind locked doors. How can we confuse nice with good and not weak? Sitting there in our own shit feeling sorry for yourselves, pondering over how you became the luckless victim, “as you sow so you shall reap” ought to be the mantra of the day, the mantra of days spent and on days to come. How can we take it so lightly being run over and used as cheaply made tools when the fire within burns so bright and clear? What enables us to year after year allowing ourselves to in an almost hedonistically stoic and sadistic way fooling the very being that is you, the only one you have when the going gets tough (yet the tough won’t!)? I’m talking about you, yeah you!



In a hopeless positively charged loop you live your life, being The nice guy at all costs. There is no way out from this locked loop is what you have convinced yourself, though you have not looked further into the finer details, for the loops minute yet real flaws. You have with blind faith trusted that the loop is your f(r)iend and have since never questioned it’s true purpose. And there you go, chasing your own tail while you are being taken for granted by peers and minions alike. But this loop isn’t foolproof and when that news reaches through you may not be able to hold on to that hat anymore, a shitstorm of epic proportions is going to level the little man and lift up that other self to immeasurable heights. Winged Alter Ego. Who to blame for this bittersweet demise you may ask yourself when finally standing still deep within the misty woods or on that wind chilled beach or hilltop you so frequently end up in/at/on? You know the answer to that so don’t ask.





Stable antimatter does not appear to exist in our universe





Watch him go. Down the sidewalk towards the point of no interest. The nice guy walks in a steady pace without stopping, without deviation. Steady and aimed like a sniper rifle he knows his target and the exact consequences of the impact. True and precise, to the point, trimmed of all excess bullshit. Hollow pointed and deadly. Just like his being ought to be in all his real life actions.

His movements dedicated, like synced to a Meshuggah tune, fast and furious, like a machine, able to go on forever. That is what you would see if you by any chance happened to get a glimpse of this invisible man moving down the pavement, like a shadow.  Soundless ghoul, phantom of the mundane everyday. The nice guy is aware of his non-existence and have since long stopped the struggle, the real fight against his own nature to be seen. The will to be able to scream and slap, cause havoc while bullying the culprit into submission was never there. The ability to look sarcasm in the face and stand up on strong legs while delivering relentlessly steadfast skulls on broken cartilage with a smile never came naturally. To gain respect by being an Alpha male, choke them out while he rape and maim in the name of pleasure was never his cup of tea. Cheat and trick to gain access to the inner circle of the elitist nest of doers and takers so far away. His inability to back scratch and in that way have his own equally scratched, to bend over and get hiss ass fucked or kiss another was never noted down on his list of achievements. Watching on without retaliation while his feather light ego gets disrespected, watching and swallowing his hollow pride as the carpet in a quick and steadfast motion gets pulled out underneath. You weak bottom feeding faggot, yeah, YOU!





Hence The nice guy. You know he is there but you do not see him as he turns the corner and disappears, fades out of the periphery. In the black bag strapped secure to his back he carries a whole arrangement of items. Stuff that will come handy and somehow will be needed to ease the transition from man to shadow to phantom. Items to better himself. False hope on the horizon, nevertheless a quest and what has one to loose?





NG = NG







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