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 Apr 2014 Jack Savage
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Swimming
 Apr 2014 Jack Savage
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Eyes say yes
lips moan oh
and your body moves
with me as I
swim laps
inside of
you.
4/15/14
I hope this never ends.
 Sep 2013 Jack Savage
st64
the tape spins . . . in over-reel
haphazard lines in convulsed black



1.
Clear and still lake . . .                                                                  ­    hardly a ripple on the blue matter
Step to water’s edge . . .                                                                ­   hesitant eyes briefly touch the surface
Heel lifts into the arch of civilisations hanging . . .                      humming inside-tunes
Foot pendulous and . . . toes dipping                                             aching-slow sink in
clean and      . . .  s u b m e r g e d
Then rising, a single drop escapes . . . sweet                                 h   e    a    l


2.
Step forward . . . into the void . . . it has been waiting . . .               sacrosanct

the flourish . . . to reach . . . constant  . . .                                            oh, it is here
finally

( . . . )


this is
the truest understanding
to me . . . undeniable life-spring*




S T, 29 Augmented 2013
globe spins on . . . time for a beach-walk and smell that fresh, salty air . . . despite whatevr :)
not gonna go bitin' me elbows.





sub-entry : heron’s call

sparkle of dew on leaf-tips
trail of dead earthworms
flattened by the wheels . . . on wet tar
feel the veritable tremors of the heron’s call . . . echo
beseeching to the others

muted rumours of a vagrant’s death in hostile chill
against backdrop of giant stone-face
table-cloth long dissipated . . . by now
icicles hang with plaintive air in another realm
of land-locked drought
where obscenely-rich jetsetters sport their latest Pontiac or Porsche
subconsciously remember bonds of care
amidst tipsy tinkles of flibbertigibbets
a drink the cost of their kin’s weekly wages and
deign to pop with cordial air-kisses and leftover-humanity
to down-and-broke parents who offer freshly-steeped oolong to half-hearted ingrates

stepping aside the hangman’s hope
round that perilous bend
into that iconoclastic gut’s-trail as smeared revealings
whose juddering disciple turns out not a plagiarist
shows
he had seen the lofty bird take flight and burst to flame
before their latent eyes

dismay can well hold hands with anticipated pitch  
yet leather-strapped feet trudge on
as not only eyes, but meagre spool rolls on . . . closer . . . closer . . . closer
every moment framed by minded pellucidity

hands in ill-assorted gloves . . . no matter
they fit
all fine and fitting wholly . . . within that heron’s call

it all fits somehow . . . in the trans-coloured emblem of a winded prism                            
wǒ ài nǐ





http://m.youtube.com/#/watch?v=_2TGkBf7vMQ&desktop;_uri=%2Fwatch%3Fv%3D_2TGkBf7vMQ
 Sep 2013 Jack Savage
st64
odd word, then
basking..
it overwhelms so...


1.
no easy answer
assuredly, no easy answer


2.
so much of calamity on the shores of light
hardly surprising
poor visibility


3.
if only..
if only......
if ONLY........

oh, if we could step out.. into space
and *really
see our beautiful globe
look at the wide oceans make up its ironic three-quarter
its lovely, blue smile
look at the earth in wonder
the earth with no border (nor **** boundary!!)

oh, how humbling

how I fall to knees
at that glorious sight of grace
fills the soul and feeds the core



yet
all I'm left with..
is

basking in glow of uncertain times




star toucher 64..                 4 sept



*(in hope yet.. I persevere sanity prevails us all)
i have nothing to say... after all, who am i?
oh, just a regular human bean, is all :/


sub-entry: TWO QUOTES


“You can walk around this culture now, as a proud supporter of the so called anti-war movement and it's made up of a lot of people I used to know …
I'd like for them to be asked more often than they are, if your advice had been taken over the last 15 or so years; Slobodan Milosevic would still be the dictator of not just Serbia but also of a cleansed and ruined Bosnia and Kosovo. Saddam Hussein would still be the owner of Kuwait as well as Iraq, he would of nearly have doubled his holding of the worlds oil. The Taliban would still be in charge of Afghanistan.
Don't you feel a little reproach to your so called high principle anti-war policy? Would that really have led to less violence, less cruelty?”
― Christopher Hitchens


“We'll fight back, we'll fight back, we'll fight back," a man near Doctor Stockstill was chanting. Stockstill looked at him in astonishment, wondering who he would fight back against. Things were falling on them; did the man intend to fall back upward into the sky in some sort of revenge?”
― Philip K. ****, Dr. Bloodmoney



http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=YnOoNM0U6oc
 Sep 2013 Jack Savage
R
He's called me by so many names.
rach
rachel
R
honey
sweetheart
dear
darling
­babe
sweety
love
And many others that just
Roll around in my mind
All. Day. Long.

They are names he shouldn't
Call me but he does because
He loves me.

But, sweetheart, in what way do you
Mean to say you love me?
In what way do you desire me
To be with you?
This question burns the very part of
My soul that I can't seem to
Repair.
 Sep 2013 Jack Savage
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Ugh. crapppp
 Sep 2013 Jack Savage
R
I'm so sorry
I know that maybe I
Took it to far and
Said something's but
I miss you so much and
I'm having trouble
Letting go.

You've helped with so much
And I see your stares.
Why should I
Let go of
Someone that
Cares?
_________

It'd be easier if
I were dead.
I'd be nobody's
Issue and
You'd only grieve for
Awhile.
I'm nothing of
Importance anyways.

I can't even help my
Best friend nor
Stay out of trouble and
I can even get my love
Thrown away.

So what's the point in me
Being alive when
Nobody even
Wants me to
Stay?
 Sep 2013 Jack Savage
R
I couldn't look at him cause
Of the thoughts running through
My mind of how I
Just want to get on top of him and
Make out with him so fiercely and
To just unbutton his shirt and
Unzip his pants and
Never get my math
Work done because
We're to busy
On his
Desk.
 Sep 2013 Jack Savage
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You slipped down
Inside my
Soul
And hid a part
Of me that
Once was
W h o l e.
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