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

10 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

08/10 Zurich, Switzerland

Our rail passes provided free passage on numerous lake cruises, so we decided to take advantage.  We gathered up the ingredients for a day out on Lake Zurich.  Opened up a cold beer, claimed a table with a view and broke out the cards to continue the cribbage marathon from the night before.  What a perfect day it was to be out on a lake.  There was just the right mixture between the warmth of the sun, the coolness of the breeze and the temperature of the beer.  Man some of these homes that line the lake with their manicured yards and adornments screams money.  (more…)

11 Aug 1985, Posted by Scott An Chora in Travelogue, 0 Comments

08/11 Innsbruck, Austria

We were up early, followed advice we received during the last night socializing and joined the “Club Innsbruck” for a day hike.  A young Belgium woman had crossed our path searching for the same location.  It was early in the morning and we were the first to arrive, so there was nobody gathered outside to identify if we had found our destination.  She seemed very nice but didn’t say much.  It was apparent she was very shy.  They began handing out daypacks and boots if needed.  (more…)

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

08/12 Eiger, Switzerland

With the crack of dawn we were up to conquer the monster.  We had taken the first train into the heart of the Jungrau region, Grindelwald to the base of the Eiger.  We surveyed the landscape against a local map and selected the West slope since it was opposite from (more…)

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