About The Blog

Arthor Journer is my pen name.
"Arthor" comprises "art" + "Author" while "Journer" defines the journey that I was on and continue to travel.
In this blog is the emotional byproduct of this journey.

"Rites of Art" is the title because it is my "writes" of passage.

Monday, January 21, 2008

Within Men

What dark caves live in the hearts of men?
Their hidden fears of painful chapters of sin
The violent rivers whisper in deep currents
Etching the shores of crimes that torment
These echoes that scrape at the edge of each nerve
Haunts their dreams locks them in a prison they don’t deserve
What dark clouds fly in the souls of men?
Their secrets or dark alleys that have become kin
The evil drops that reign from their skies
Saturating their minds with legends of lies
The thunder fills their world deafens their ears
Cries out through their or even our tears
What dark wells flow in the minds of men?
Their raped past or disguised dens
The demons that govern their feet and hands
Puppets of shadows that no one else understands
The strings attached to their heart and soul
Sacrifices their will and yields all control
What dark forests grow in the hearts of men?
Their limbs home to satan and his friends
The roots grow deep and are fed by vile nutrients
Spreading seeds of pain and harboring hateful inhabitants
The leaves leave abstract shadows on the forest floor
Covering smothering fertile soil with evil to the core

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Hey, pretty powerful, so macho, man. I enjoyed it, but -- you gotta revise the last line. Kinda wimps out. imho