12 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 081 I don’t believe in death


I don’t believe in death as an ending but rather a new beginning,
this time where we are now separated, we begin to reminisce and value the time we had spent together,
enriching our reunion

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

Poem 082 Trails through this world are countless


Trails through this world are countless, many have yet to be tried
shadows dance and leap out into the night, leading me on, to where the roads divide

Though my pockets have worn empty and I carry no intent
you can still find me lodged in-between, as if these things were meant, to be, while the wood is green

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15 Nov 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 083 Like the flower


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 Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 084 Many a night I stare at the stars


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 Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 085 When I’m alone, among the weeds


When I’m alone, among the weeds, I still hear you sing your song
and gather up the memories, that helps me sing along, it’ll always be
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me

Our love will lift us, beyond the stars and shall always shine as bright
and if apart, if it seems too dark, our faith will give us light, it’ll always be
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me

My love …..  you know my love, from the beginning shall never end
is without strings, a guarantee, not to cost a thing, it’s always free
My love …..  It’s always free …..  for you and me.

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