01 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 091 Voices cry out


Voices cry out, like passion in the wind, searching ears, having not pierced the veil,
cries and the tears fall, endlessly on

They only appear, toward the end of the gallery, where the cruelest lies, are often told in silence,
and the tears fall, endlessly on

And we shall never know, what autumn leaves are stripped away, only the soul, thrown wide open to the sun
cries and, the tears fall, endlessly on

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01 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 092 They paint images in humans form


They paint images in humans form, for their idols show disdain
for they will entice you, all the beautiful and sweet things, corruptible and vain
may you display firm faith, undoubting hope and unfeigned and never failing love
not in the flesh but rather in your heart, the true message from above

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02 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 093 When you go


When you go, away from me and dream of things, you long to be
I’ll be there, to hold you tight, to keep you safe, throughout the night

So when you go, to sleep, my dear, leave behind, your world and fears
and dream of things, you long to be, when you go, away from me

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04 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 094 I once had a friend


I once had a friend and oh did we soar, so many new things, never seen them before
flyin’ so high, within the night air, moment to moment, without even a care
There’s a joy, in the height, when looking on down, I notice them moving, just wandering around
to hover above, to circle again, wondering why and wondering when
I felt so free, like a bird through the air, moment to moment, I had not a care
The night, was our own, to adventure the wind, reality my canvas, the paints to pretend
not a fear in the world, to go where I dare, wandering here and wandering there

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04 Dec 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 095 You say I’m dreamin


You say I’m dreamin and it’s really nothin new, you know, I must be dreamin, baby, to think I had a clue
where ever I go and, whatever I do, I can never seem to find a way and it’s got me feelin blue

This has got to be, some kind of dream, why can’t I open up my eyes
cause every time I see you, I’m back and I don’t know why

Were drivin down that same old road, down to nothin new, you know,
I must be dreamin, baby, to think I had a clue

I thought, I thought I knew the way but every time I’m coming close, somehow you slip away
You know it’s true, I can never seem to find a way and it’s got me feelin blue

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