09 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/09 St. Peter’s Basilica, Rome Italy

It was an early arrival into Rome.  I had in my pocket a few phone numbers and a couple of addresses handed to me along the way.  After two attempts at one of these addresses there still was no answer so I obtained a map and began walking towards Saint Peter’s square.  I jumped on to the subway surprised to see all the graffiti.  Unnecessary scars.  As I entered the St. Peter’s courtyard I heard whispers, like the voices of the past that never really left.  Each pillar that surrounded me gave me the impression they were watching my every step.  (more…)

09 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 068 Bless those hearts

Bless those hearts, who wish me well, who bring words of beauty back
no make believe, or mockery but everything, a rose should be

So beautiful, my little rose, who waits for spring, till love proposed,
Keep your thorns, save that sweetness, for awhile
and in that perfect date, unfold, spreading easily, that smile

Beautiful rose.

09 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 069 Merciful God

Merciful God, forgive me, evil thoughts run through my mind
and I have followed in their direction, too many times
I place my faith, my love, my soul in you, for I know that in your guidance, a light will see me through

Merciful God, forgive me, all those things that I have done
I never stopped and thought of consequence, only thought of having fun
I place my faith, my love, my soul in you, for I know that in your guidance, a light will see me through

Merciful God, forgive me, I have avoided many things
Though given the opportunities, I still let it slip away
I place my faith, my love, my soul in you, for I know that in your guidance, a light will see me through

10 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

10/10 Rome, Italy

Early morning trekked across town and I followed the cats to the Coliseum.  I was disappointed it was a ruin.  I would really have enjoyed if it had been rebuilt and had the opportunity to see mock gladiatorial games or mythological dramas within its walls.  When I was young my exposure to that type of history was either through reading books or viewing movies but to actually stand in such a historical site awakened the senses of my imagination.  I could almost make out the roar of the lions and the cheer from the crowd. (more…)

10 Oct 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 070 Outside the walls

Outside the walls and across the river, it took hours to bring down the bricks down
we painted ours red and adorned with graffiti but still on the outskirts of town
then between the horns of the golden alter, stood the emperor, robed with the sun
a white horse, a red horse, a black horse, around the obelisk and down the stretch they come

The locust rose out from the smoke, awoke the dragon and his seed
not a crucifix but a silent witness, change their words, the emperor decreed
they said they were singing a new song but it was the same that I heard before
Babylonian vines, Egyptians wines and images you just can’t ignore