15 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
Over the years I’d met so many people that believe, believe in their personal God. When I would seek answers, ask questions, express an opposing opinion or different view, or anything that might contradict their belief system, they would jump into a defensive or offensive position, a position of judgment. (more…)
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15 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
It is springtime and you are the flower ….
Like the flower, who blooms to grow, all that pass, already know, your color, your scent, it’s all a part of you,
and helps their smiles, come shining through
Like the flower, you always show, none will pass, who don’t wish to know, your beauty, your smile, the picture’s true and helps their smiles, come shining through
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17 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
We discovered that the prior day’s information was incorrect. There were no boats leaving today. We got our Sabbath’s mixed up again. We had already packed everything up and trekked the long walk down to the docks. At first I had doubt that anybody was talking straight. I always had to ask a few to get some comfort in confirmation. We managed to gather numerous alike answers and concluded that we were stuck there another day, fuck. (more…)
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17 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments
Many a night I stare at the stars, it steals away my breath,
taking my thoughts, away as far through the halls of life and death
Hours I’ve spent beneath this sea, knowing so many before,
have known these thoughts that dwell in me and touched upon these shores
Have you ever stopped to wonder, where it stops, or where it ends,
have you ever stopped to ponder, where it all begins
Many a night I stare at the stars and think about such things,
so many and all so far, yet I reach they in my dreams.
So many things my eyes can’t see, though inside I know they’re there,
more endless, than the open sea, when I glance at space and stare
Have you ever stopped to wonder, where it stops, or where it ends,
have you ever stopped to ponder, where it all begins
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18 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments
When we reached the port we began to wander about. We really didn’t know which way to proceed but luckily we crossed paths with a couple who spoke English. They were retired Americans who had been living abroad for the last three years. Instead of joining a country club or pursuing some hobby back home they decided to see the world at a slow pace. They explained that they would live in a different city every three months or there about and they planned on doing that indefinitely. (more…)
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