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

Poem 071 He watched her moves

He watched her moves, followed her rounds, from one park to another, he made his move, standing his ground, with an offer like no other.  She’d be the one, starting each day, yea, he could give her fame
showed her how fun, when in control of the play, as long as she showed up each game

He showed her his park and told her his plans, told her of glory, with diamond in hand
someday in the future, they’d be the team, making all her reality, seem like a dream

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

Poem 072 Nature in its beauty is complete

3.  Nature in its beauty is complete, simple, elegant and yet complex
I ponder in amazement at its detail and order, the conformity to law
It is the totality of rules, the seed from which it all comes
It encompasses my life and still I look upon it as a stranger, have I lost my way?

Nature embodies this external environment I interact with daily
I am conscious and so taught by nature
But these ideas are not entirely dependent upon my will; they are frequently presented to me against this will
“We are chosen to react and survive by nature’s own pressures”
For there is an interaction taking place, where the environment actually takes the initiative
An environment I shall never know, for I am not equipped to understand.

I must not imagine, that I understand this environment
That I understand the infinite by its true idea, but only by the negation of the finite
In the same way I comprehend repose and darkness by the negation of motion and light
How can it be possible to understand a single grain of sand with no knowledge of the beach, a piece from its puzzle?

I know nothing of this environment, only its appearance.
I can look at the tree and know its shape, dissect it into its parts
What I do not know, is what a tree is to a tree, or to itself
only its appearance.

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

Poem 073 Dreams of wishes

Dreams of wishes, like the trees, who know the wind, its melodies
with no desire, to move or change, a love like passion, to remain

So like these trees, I spread out my arms, to feel the wind, to know its charm
for I could never, plant my roots as deep, from day to day, the sun to greet

And I, just a single sand in time, placing memories, in rows, in rhymes
a dream of colors, of red and gold, a love like flowers, to unfold

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

Poem 074 They take pleasure from my pain

They take pleasure from my pain, pushing everything, into their own,
Unimaginable darkness
With their fingers, they undress,

pushing their teeth, into my flesh, pulling me, under and beneath,
into their orgy, of agony and pain, to remain, in this,

Unimaginable darkness

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

Poem 075 There you are the only rose

There you are the only rose, living all alone, all those lovely companions, either faded of have flown
like you at times I follow, when friendships all have frayed, steppin out into the light but dwell at home in shade

Many times, that heart lay withered, when fond friends choice to go but with each painful thought, that’s conquered
another bud begins to grow.