18 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 061 Scepter and crown

Scepter and crown, come tumble down, now it rises from the underground. Can you hear the music?

Beauty in this world, she lies, hidden in its home, there once, then gone again, with the wind she roams

An echoing song, like the leaves dance with the wind, I’ve seen them, pass in silence, or stand and watch again

I have seen it, grow and die there, in these places where it’s free, a walk, along the subway, I can still hear it’s melody

It’s an easy way to get there, in and out again, yet me, like lots of others, who wander to its end

Beauty in this world, she lies, hidden in its home, there once, then gone again, with the wind she roams

21 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 062 Through the darkness and the mist

Through the darkness and the mist, sadness, grows and somehow my soul, it just can’t resist,
those many things, it does not know, the pain, the anger, within these waves of violence, still they remain
unbroken by the silence

The candles wax burns, as it drips down the sides, slowly we turn but I can’t close my eyes
The sounds, the pictures, with every step grow intense and remain,
unbroken by the silence.

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

Poem 063 She was but a child of the wind

She was but a child of the wind, free to play in the leaves, time was hers, life was pretend, a forest from the trees
she’d run along the river’s edge with her imaginary friends, the days were long and the current strong,
and they never seemed to end

See’s only what she wants to see, cares not about the pain, nothin ever changes, in the eyes of the estranged

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24 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 064 I have followed the river

I have followed the river, it extends and leads to the paradox of man and his will
For I am free only to choose from the available options that nature presents, presents along its banks
I do not control the outcome of my own choices nor are these outcomes aligned with my intentions
but rather controlled by an environment I am not equipped to understand
You could come to believe most anything, in an endless pursuit of the answers, who am I to say
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29 Sep 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 065 Leaves of autumn

Leaves of autumn, burning through the gray, your leaves, that reluctant branches stray
how many seasons, has this tamed heart known, the bright leaves, lying where the flowers grown
this world grows cold, as crystal and as clear, as a leaf, in season falls this year