04 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

12/04 Sarajevo, Yugoslavia


It was very late, or to be more accurate, real early in the morning.  Outside the station it was dark and cold, really cold.  Neither one of us were equipped for that type of weather.  The streets were covered in ice and our worn tennis shoes didn’t provide much if any traction.  When we exited the station we had no idea which way to head to find ourselves a room.  There were two others that also exited our train so we began following them in the hopes they would lead us down the right path.  We came to a large boulevard lined with large office shaped buildings but there were no signs or lights that provided us any indication that we were heading in the right direction.  (more…)

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04 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 094 I once had a friend


I once had a friend and oh did we soar, so many new things, never seen them before
flyin’ so high, within the night air, moment to moment, without even a care
There’s a joy, in the height, when looking on down, I notice them moving, just wandering around
to hover above, to circle again, wondering why and wondering when
I felt so free, like a bird through the air, moment to moment, I had not a care
The night, was our own, to adventure the wind, reality my canvas, the paints to pretend
not a fear in the world, to go where I dare, wandering here and wandering there

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04 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 095 You say I’m dreamin


You say I’m dreamin and it’s really nothin new, you know, I must be dreamin, baby, to think I had a clue
where ever I go and, whatever I do, I can never seem to find a way and it’s got me feelin blue

This has got to be, some kind of dream, why can’t I open up my eyes
cause every time I see you, I’m back and I don’t know why

Were drivin down that same old road, down to nothin new, you know,
I must be dreamin, baby, to think I had a clue

I thought, I thought I knew the way but every time I’m coming close, somehow you slip away
You know it’s true, I can never seem to find a way and it’s got me feelin blue

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