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

Poem 045 This is love

This is love, young lady, have I seen you here before
haven’t our eyes meet, a secret kept, of hearts that need much more
together, life can be a dream, don’t worry about the past
just let go and hold on to me, these memories will last

…  I bring you flowers, this summer day, you won’t be sad, I came to say …
I love you, I love you, true

Is this love, young lady, I can think of only you
like the flowers of spring, have we meet again, would you say, that this is true

together, love is strong enough, the song they sing, is true and I hope
as I get closer, I’ll hear you, sing it too

…  I brought you warmth, a kiss today, holding you close, I heard you say …
I love you, I love you, true

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

Poem 046 It’s you

It’s you …  my love, I’m thinkin of, a song that’s pure and true.
and when I awake, I always smile, cause in this world, I know …  there’s you

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

Poem 047 There is nothing to prevent a man

There is nothing to prevent a man, who cannot grasp a proof from accepting as a matter of faith,
the immovable point is that “I think” and as long as “I think”, I exist
yet this existence lies exposed, floating on a body of water that appears to have no edges
like a leaf that has fallen into the river, I wander lost in the turbulence of my own thoughts
because the way in which “I think”, isolates me, for I am unable to recognize true reality
except for the reality that I am confined to a road, a road that extends beyond my time and before my past
for I know not where it extends or begins
and the questions remain.

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

08/24 Algarve, Portugal

We woke the next morning to a welcome change in rooms.  Perhaps a good night’s sleep awaited us.  Our little dog was adopted as kinda of mascot.  He had been eating and actually gained some weight.  By the affection he was receiving his future looked bright.  Every day was a beach day and today was no different.  Luck did find us.  I spent the first few hours at the bar down on the edge of the sand, hair of the dog like the day before and the day before that.  About every thirty minutes or so, it was back into the water to wash off the sun.  (more…)

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

08/26 Sagres, Portugal

I awoke from a dream that I could not remember and found it difficult to head back into that sleep.  My mind was overtaken with a feeling that I should not have left Ann.  I felt that she had reached out to me and I in some way had abandoned her.  At that moment I decided I needed to return to her.  That thought combined with a lot of other ingredients lead me to the decision to leave then, not later but that moment.  (more…)