05 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 036 Invisible

Invisible, in the movements of life, unfelt and unknown, she lies trembling, am I alone
In the distance, stands a lonely heart, as I am, so I see
somewhere out there, someone, tonight she waits for me

A smile in passing, in turning two eyes meet, quick glimpse, a forgotten dream, both wishing to complete

The loneliness did she undress, laying down, her loveliness, into each other, beholding this,
lips drew near and clung to a kiss

Deep within the arms, the rose of beauty burns, tonight, tomorrow’s dream
immortal youth returns

07 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Poetry, 0 Comments

Poem 037 It lies in heaven

It lies in heaven, across the flood, as a bridge, lies, beneath the tides of day and night,
where the flame and darkness ridge, the void

There lies, a great chasm fixed between, like the clouds that gather and the mountain stream,
life flows forth, like a cleansing rain,

to be born again.

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

Poem 038 I’ve wasted time I know

I’ve wasted time I know, I think, not enough money but enough to drink
I wandered around in search for a smile, to find they only, last awhile

I’ve wasted time, I think, I know, seducing women even though
to meet the one, to me it seems, is just a picture in my dreams

I’ve wasted time, I know, it’s true, so much I plan, I never do
these dreams I know, they never would, turn out the way, I wish they could

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

Poem 039 Can you see the face

Can you see the face, I’m hiding, one who’s lonely and oppressed,
with a heart that needs, providing, to be freed, from my distress
…..  Look at me, my misery, look upon my tears, it’s been a long time cryin, I could hardly count the years.

It’s a question of a thousand dreams, a passage I still don’t know,
as a leaf lies helpless upon the stream, I wander to an fro.
…..  Look at me, my misery, look upon my tears, is it from myself I’m hiding, or am I hiding from my fears.

Is it a question of misplaced answers, to all this I have seen,
why has it been this way, tell me, or is this someone else’s dream.

Can you see the face, I’m hiding, one who’s lonely and oppressed,
with a heart that needs, providing, to be freed, from my distress

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

Poem 040 Measure of the swing

As above, so below; as below, so above, the pendulum swings
two extremes of the same event and here I hear them sing
to set aside the obstacles which hide the unknown from view
so that I can catch a glimpse of the other side, back to what I knew

Everything moves, everything vibrates, nothing is really at rest
I had no choice but to follow the piper or continued to be depressed
The measure of the swing to the left is the measure of the swing to the right
The rhythm of nature wraps me between, so everything’s alright

The sun is so bright; the skies are so blue, birds sing as they fly by
their wings add sounds that tell of love true, so who could be lonely, not I