17 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 031 I’ve lost the colors


I’ve lost the colors, pictures of memories, of the best-made pieces life has polished, now lost inside of me
one careless moment and it found its way, this light destroyed with speed and took away the colors,
I could never let you see

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26 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 032 I see the daughter of pain


I see the daughter of pain, she lies, darkness embodies, the walls of her skies
always changing but never, never dies, she lies

After the rain has come and gone, I still hear her singing, that same old song
playing it on and on, she’s gone

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28 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 033 I know and sunk before


I know and sunk before my vain despair and knelt, to my own desolation, for fear of the end
day by day, the waters lap the sands away

Inaccessible winds, they do blow and felt, like spring blossoms,
with winter fade and die

one by one, returning where my walk begun

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30 Jul 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 034 I’ll remember the man


I’ll remember the man, who realized that time, was running away, right out of prime
I’ll remember the man, who spent time, was willing to say, a man’s half a man, until he’s has his day

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02 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 035 Nectarous wine


Nectarous wine, taking on another life beyond the vine,
from your lips of character, red and pure as spring, beckons me in, to hear you sing,
inhaling your delicate perfume, through my eyes, this flavor now fills the room

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