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

Poem 041 Mornings among the halls


Mornings among the halls, people come and go, while the day comes out to play, across those things I use to know
Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

Outside the day’s still shinnin, where the children never cry, while I search inside for smiles, another passes by
People always come and go, across those things I use to know
…….  Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

Time has gotten shorter, in these new games they all play, windows closed and a bolted door, what is there I can say
People always come and go, across those things I use to know
…….  Stop awhile, wait for me, before it fades away, it’s a long, long way, home

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

Poem 042 I could spend days and days


I could spend days and days beneath these trees, just staring at its images swaying in the breeze
The colors are brilliant, the patterns run wild and inside I’m laughing, a passionate child

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

Poem 043 Rhythms of distortion


Rhythms of distortion, dancing above the flame,
changing, behind the scenery, which never stays the same

It’s inconsistency still dancing, as if it were the wind,
moving apart, the pieces, I once spent time to mend

Yet it still keeps flowing, upward, again and again
until all, is turned to aches, for it’s the flame that brings the end

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

Poem 044 The clouds have come


The clouds have come, both rain and dew, the sun has left us wet,
my soul cries out, yet never knew and though I know, we meet

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

Poem 045 This is love


This is love, young lady, have I seen you here before
haven’t our eyes meet, a secret kept, of hearts that need much more
together, life can be a dream, don’t worry about the past
just let go and hold on to me, these memories will last

…  I bring you flowers, this summer day, you won’t be sad, I came to say …
I love you, I love you, true

Is this love, young lady, I can think of only you
like the flowers of spring, have we meet again, would you say, that this is true

together, love is strong enough, the song they sing, is true and I hope
as I get closer, I’ll hear you, sing it too

…  I brought you warmth, a kiss today, holding you close, I heard you say …
I love you, I love you, true

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    Usually behind a cup of coffee waiting for the world around me to wake up I entered today’s thoughts about yesterday’s activities into my travel journal. I’m not a writer, so I’ll apologize in advance if I jump around or seem confused. These are just the thoughts of a young man who left his possessions behind and who believes that getting lost is how one finds oneself.

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