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

09/21 Versailles, France

The wind blowing through the trees surrounding Versailles whispered voices from it past.  Is it a revolt?  No it is a revolution.  Words.  Words that had challenged the cast system of the church and the rich.  Science, literature and invention tore the fabric of the aristocrats.  It started here.  A revolution now and then can be healthy thing.  I followed an English speaking tour to gather additional information.  It was a beautiful home but the maintenance bill must have been outrageous.  I guess it is good to be King?  (more…)

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.