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.

Saturday, February 9, 2008

Falling In Love Again

Stars above my heart wishes to fall
Winds from the north no longer wait
To give love wings to forget the past’s call
The horrid memories of this absent state
There where hope is lost and is so strange
That this savor may be released
Into this world and be the catalyst of change
To turn an image of beauty from this beast
Rains above baptizing the thirsting birds
Sing of joy and the end to caves of silence
A sound so beautiful the world has never heard
And cover my body with a sweet fragrance
My heart wishes to leap and sing
And bless the emotions that the sun chose
To dance upon the trembling violin
Or to lay on a petal of a rose
To touch the path of the wind
Or ride on the edge of the infinite sky
My heart now has found a soul friend
That gifts the wings of love to eternally fly
To travel to the depths of the great sea
My soul has embraced love's meditation
To view pockets and closets of my own virginity
And touch the shores of my mind's habitation
Jumping out of this plane above cloud nine
With no parachute but faith in destiny
That our souls will be as one combined
That the wings of love will lift you and me


Though alone we stand we are still incomplete
For there are trophies that we would never compete
A tear of dew off of the awakening morning plants
Moisture to cool our comforting firm stance
And every night a flower lays dead on the field
Testimony of the day's secrets revealed
Your flesh in my hand in the closet your bones
A heart a mind though one I will never own
When my wishes are masked by the threat of pleasure
Bankrupt emotions search for the keys to your treasure
Deaf, dumb, and numb my heart lay still now
Only movement a droplet of sweat lingers on my brow
Desires real and they are mounting to excess
Though your heart and mind I will never possess
Thousands of feelings marching incessantly by
Quelling my heart to mount wings and ride in the sky
The sun fades and the land slowly darkens
Our hands part for the call of land and love we can not hearken
White flag raised our hearts march in a hurried retreat
Now we stand alone separate but still complete.

Her Perilous Pearl

Alone as she felt her heart hardened
A stone amongst the pebbles in her Japanese garden
Following the blue bird over the edge of the barbed wire
The heat in her veins rising higher and higher
Her lovers gone things were going too fast
Now she must put on a smile the real her to mask
Sweat joining with her eyes that are teary
Stomach cramps in fear of hari kiri
She found this pearl that is now in the west
A imperfect jewel that now lays on her breast
It has saved her from the tip of the knife
Has touched her heart and now inspires her life
Once seen as a worthless stone in other's eyes
To her is now priceless and causes her heart to fly
Can these blemished remnants of pressurized sand
Transform the pain the oceans have brought this woman
The sands of time in this hourglass
Will answer if the necklace shall forever last
Will the time and distance that now separates
Touch her heart still though her soul anticipates
Will the mountains and valleys and countless seas
Fade the thoughts the experiences and memories
This jewel has now found a home in her heart's world
Forever to be one forever to be her imperfect prefect pearl

I Forget.....Not Yet

It’s Tuesday and her scent is still lingering on my skin
Intoxicating my mind with hint of bliss deep within
I turn the corner and think I see her face so I give chase
I look in the sky though and see the same visions of here every place
Days go by and a weekend again is before my eyes
And her touch still has my skin shivering nigh
Thoughts of her dreams I wake up with my pillow soaked wet
Though it has been a week I forget ….not yet
She has me riding on the crest of a tidal wave
Her kiss makes my mind misbehave
She laughs and my heart skips a beat getting out of time
Days go by and yet she is ever present in my mind
It’s Tuesday once again and visions of her surround me like friends
Time comes and disappears but she lingers once again
The fog may one day be dispersed and disappear
But for now every where she inevitably appears
My heart once freely flying now caught in her net
Though it has been weeks I forget…. not yet
Her words echo on my ear drums causing my soul to dance
Our meeting our union certainly not something per chance
And here I am staring into the mirror trying to find myself once more
But I have traveled too far away from my core
Lost in thoughts of her unable to find my way back home
So here in the land of bliss and beauty I will roam
Her kiss the wine that drunkens my spirit with intoxication
Her personality the ingredient that starts the complications
I seem to be gaining her and losing my self
There has been some exchange of riches and wealth
There has never been someone like her that I have never before met
Still months later I am still intrigued I forget…. not yet

Far And Yet So Near

The sun is well hid behind the mask of clouds
Earth covered in this sullen gray shroud
But warmth can be felt that is so dear
Rays penetrate from so far and yet so near
You call to me over mountain, land, and sea
Echoes ring in my ears of your words to me
The sound waves travel over miles but are clear
Each note from a source so far and yet so near
Stars adorn the evening sky of black
Like sprinkled sugar on a dark velvet back
But the brilliant lights shine from year to year
Reaching us through miles so far and yet so near
Your heart shivers and my soul dances
My mind blushes red at each of your glances
I long for you and my soul sheds a tear
For we are apart so far and yet so near
Waves are covertly born in some distant land
Where mighty winds and water dance hand and hand
We see their last tango as they crash the pier
From a home that is so far and yet so near
I dream of your caress and your voice so true
Wish you would appear like abstruse dew
I miss you for with you there’s no fear
For surely we are so far and yet so near

Where She Will Meet Me

One day when the full moon kisses the turquoise sea
When the mockingbird sings a soulful melody
Somewhere where the rose meets the pyramid’s stare
She said at that point she will meet me there

For we met before when the clouds erupted rain
But the sun was still a chandelier in the sky’s pain
So rainbows flew and sparkled even though things were wet
This was the place and atmosphere ne’er to forget

Each time since when we are face to face
Nature does something spectacular to this place
Something particular to signify that we are unique
And that feeling that surrounding is what I seek

So she told me of the conditions that will exist
When once again we will stare into each other’s eyes’ wish
The day of fireworks and celebrations
Of blossoming emotions and conversations

I search through the many seasons
And through dreams for signs and reasons
That foretell of the moon and sea the songs and stare
For when I discover them … she will meet me there

Lesser Summits

Emotions rise and tears plummet
Heart in chains sentenced to climb lesser summits
Mind lost its grip on reality
Sent all to the ground a hard destiny
But without wings or parachute
The soul can’t escape gravity’s pull
Landing on its heart it lay still for a moment
Looking to the horizons for lesser summits
Mental work outs to build cerebral muscles
Books read out to obtain wisdom’s trestle
Heart is faint and short of breath
Mind is weary of falling to its death
Emotions rise and tears plummet
Soul trembling as it climbs lesser summits

Begin the Beguine

Here in this primordial abyss,
Somewhere in the gripes of pain and bliss,
My mind has begun the beguine,
And sentenced me to this cage that I am in.
Surrounded by a rose and lily fantasy,
But the barbed fence separating us is the reality.
Sentenced to smell the sweet succulent scent,
And view the bright colorful tint.
My senses so alive and inspired,
Soothed but also burnt by the fire.
So many adjectives , nouns, and verbs,
That must remain lost and unheard.
So many adventures into distant lands,
That must go unseen eternally banned.
So many songs and melodies sublime,
That will only ring in the corners of my mind.
So many textures that will remain unfelt,
No anecdote or prescription my heart lay unquelled.
So many boundaries and borders to cross,
But paths to them are well hid here remain I lost.
Thus I realize I am impelled to go,
To suffer a lost of a joy that I may never know,
And time will riddle my mind as it passes by,
Of eternal questions of who, what, when , and why.
So I bid adieu for my mind must part,
Blanketed with the past and current yearnings of my heart.
Fences erected and repaired mines once again laid,
In hopes that my visions and dreams and memories will one day fade.
So I sit here and wonder what could have possibly been,
And try to keep my mind from again beginning the beguine.

The Measure of a Mother's Worth

There is no way to measure a mother’s worth
The depths of her love and her gentle care
The bond she has with her children from birth
No gift or treasure can ever compare
Her words that become engraved in her children’s mind
Start as only seeds planted in the fertile soil
But they take root so the right path they may find
As these trees mature and face both joy and turmoil
There is no way to measure a mother’s worth
No scale or ruler or number can calculate
There is no equal of her love here on earth
No riches or value can be given to compensate
Her touches that heal the wounds on the knee or elbow
Can also comfort the wounds on the spirit or the heart
They inspire and lift up those that are low
And encourage her children from the very start
There is no way to measure a mother’s worth
The attention that she shows the ones she raises
The abundant supply of affection and mirth
Is worthy of infinite gratitude and praises
Her wisdom is beyond what words can say
The limitless strength that she uses to protect
The love that she shares from day to day
Deserves much honor and respect
There is no way to measure a mother’s worth
The intensity of her love is both precious and rare
The bond she has with her children from birth
There is no equal of her indefinite worth anywhere

Something Left To Love

She had been on crack sold her soul for cash
She killed her babies and done no good to speak of
She dropped out of high school and drowned her dreams
Alone and broken yet sill there is something left to love
She had stolen from her mother’s seeds
She had laid with dogs and dirt enough
She shot poison in her veins and drowned in booze
Weak and starved yet still there is something left to love
She put tattoos on her spirit sinned against her flesh
She had only rugged valleys her life was so rough
She looked much older than her true age
Damaged and abused but still there is something left to love
She tried thousands of remedies to numb the pain
She cursed God up above
She was pregnant with hurt and unbearable grief
Used and hopeless but still there is something left to love


Your words are food for my soul
Your hair the solution to my demise
Your charm makes my heart whole
Your touch soothes my mind’s eyes
Your kiss makes my brow feign wet
My precious princess my dearest Juliet
Your wisdom expands my reality
Your smell swells beauty in my world
Your laugh excites joy within me
Your taste a priceless pearl
Your creativity as diverse as each sunset
My precious princess my dearest Juliet
Your potential extends beyond the skies
Your accomplishments are greater than my dreams
Your grace gives me wings to fly
Your beauty unlike any ever before seen
Your originality is the most unique ever met
My precious princess my dearest Juliet
Your visions are greater than my comprehension
Your eloquence touches the depth of my heart
Your bravery quells my seed’s apprehension
Your kindness has been felt from the very start
Your essence has transformed me from linguist to poet
My precious princess my dearest Juliet

Tomorrow She Weds

Memories echo things that were done even words said
For yesteryear we were lovers but tomorrow she weds
Emotions are confused my mind in futile disarray
Discontent where I am yet my heart reaches back to yesterday
Yesterdays where a word was priceless precious was her touch
A smile brought sunshine her laugh meant so much
All that I can do is to be happy for her and wish her well
Let life go on for her and keep her away from my private hell
Time may one day bury the feelings that swim through my head
For yesteryear we were lovers but tomorrow she weds
The poems the stories will be put on my heart’s shelf
Retreat into the safe corridors deep within my self
Maybe one day she will smile and forgive me
Though the logic the reasons she may never see
There are still spaces in my life that only she can fill
Past seems so far away yet the memories can charm me still
Pictures remind me of what once was and the longing is fed
Yesteryear we were lovers but tomorrow she weds

The Temptress

It was 3am and I found myself decomposing at the bar
Next to the mouth of this shadow with its pleasingly supple teeth
The gin had taken its affect as I swaggered to her car
Walking seemingly straight with her weak arms underneath
The seat swallowed me as she sped off into the night
My head bobbing to stay awake though my heart all ready was faint
Rain attacking the windshield was my last sight
Before coffee was before me along with this sinner/saint
The air was heavy with anticipation and compromise
Although my mind was altered my guard was wavering
I could still see the deception the calculated demise
Her lips were inviting but it was flesh they were savoring
Gin had traveled from my gut to my brain
Causing my muscles to ease transforming my vision
What was passed off as nonsense is suddenly appearing sane
My integrity my goals now tilting toward derision
What once was a smile now appears to be a grind
The shadow stares through the mask of my heart
Salivating in anticipation that a meal it will find
Her intention and plan from the very start
My heart races out of fear not out of desire
An escape must be found to free me
From going from the kettle into the fire
Or from the sinking boat into a raging sea
Her touch sends flesh and soul into a civil war
Both strong adversaries from years of treason
Both strong equally equipped with shields and swords
The soul wins the battle with true reason
6 am and my flesh and soul are still in tact
Though teeth marks are seen but no skin is broken
They all survived the temptress vile attack
The sunshine killed the will the shadow had spoken

Lamentation For Susan

I lament for Susan for her heart has gone astray
She invested in fool’s gold and is now bankrupt today
Her eyes and soul were touched by what seemed to be the real thing
But now broken and battered can no longer use her God given wings
So much potential so much grave and love to give
Now crippled for life she sometimes looses the desire to live
Vision now blurry from the rivers of cold tears
Heart shivering from the oppression of her fears
Mind confused to perceive what is truth and what is a lie
Her emotions grow to stone her will begins to die
A bottle a joint ice cream or more her only release
Though none can fill the void or yield any peace
A friend’s voice can temporarily invoke a smile
But only for a brief moment then returns that pain so vile
There is no sun in her world just ice and cold
Where once was spring time has turned brittle and old
Every breath tortures her bleeding heart to beat
Every memento only a painful reminder of her deceit
Nightmares whether fast asleep or wide-awake
Each pulse of life causes her heart to break
I lament for Susan for her pain is the demon’s muse
I will pray for her and give her a magnifying glass to use

Thought You Knew

Lofty dreams falter and tumble to the ground
Skies scream dark and cold when you’re not around
Winds blow my mind and the sea fries my soul
Rain is like sharp needles and muscles lose their control
Flowers emit stench and food taste like dirt
All is in disarray when you’re not next to my earth
Eyes are blind my brain is so sore
Flesh is weak and my heart is tore
Soul is aching my pulse grows weak
Hands grow numb when your touch it seeks
Thought you knew that the effect you have on me
That like eagles wings you allow my heart to fly free
Thought you knew how the atmosphere obeys your command
Perfect peace and contentment when next to you I stand
Lightning strikes my mind volcanoes erupt in my heart
Tsunamis attack the shores of my soul tearing it apart
Deep within my flesh my muscles forever ache
The foundation of me quivers with the onset of earthquakes
Tree branches seek to hang me wild animals come in pursuit
All is in dismay when I am not next to you
My oceans and rivers turn to blood and begin to rot
Ambitions and goals launched but swiftly come to naught
Spinning my wheels in the mire of shame I get nowhere
No caring hands no tender voice alone for you are not there
Thought you knew what you bring to my reality
Thought you knew that you are a key ingredient of my sanity
Thought you knew that next to me is where you are supposed to be
Thought you knew that together we fulfill destiny

Dawning of Morn

The song rings out once again inspiring my soul to sing
Not a song of pain and glory, but a sweet symphony
The hard downpour will nurture and reap bright flowers
Strands of web the wind will break before life sours
The past dirt flowing into the resurrected river
Dire thoughts lowing from my heart sifted through my liver
Cloud like curtains rolled back into the breadth of the sky
Wings remounted on my soul once again permitted to fly
Emotions pure and the will to create inspired and reborn
Eyes opened complete soul anxious for the dawning of morn
So many questions come to mind but trying not to mettle
So many thoughts that ring but my heart can’t be settled
Can her voice ignite the fuse in my soul?
Would her touch make my will loose control?
Where is the epicenter that has shaped my life?
What is the yearning to change her from woman to wife?
Who does her songs go to on a cold winter’s eve
When will the red lights be lit for those never to leave?
Could her eyes heal all the aching in my mind?
Should my heart become drunk from the life’s sweet wine?
How has her essence touched the very shores of me?
And her smile the only source of light that I can see

Sunday, February 3, 2008

Who Will Cry

Who will cry for the young girls slain?
Innocent and free from the prisons of pain
Dreams and visions that will never be seen
Cut short before their prime before they became teens
A trip to school like any other normal day
An evil fool changed it forever with violent display
Tears will flow like the freezing fall rains
Saturate the earth with gauntlets of disbelief and pain
Strangers from far away will squirm with shame
Psychologists search for an occurrence to blame
A silent schoolhouse warm like the sun
Now echoes of grief from the sins done
Leaves will fall to cover the autumn ground
Blanketing the sleeping soil shielding it from the vile sounds
Squirrels gather their food birds will fly south
The world the neighbors will scream from their mouth
We all will cry for the young girls slain
Out of our heart our shame and our own pain

Passion's Storm

My heart beating in time with the falling rain
Tides of passion expanding at the appearance of this lunar sphere
All attempts to quell my emotions are efforts in vain
The wind whispers to the world the joy of you and I here
Trees shake off their moist blanket from the brief shower
Ghosts and skeletons from the past finally subdued
As atmosphere free for love to spring to vault to flower
As our thoughts exposed our souls vulnerable and nude
Night is pregnant with faint hearts and blossoming eyes
Our arms full of the shapes and colors of love
The stars smile far away in dark poetic skies
And clouds act as curtains from above
Crickets and frogs compose a symphony for our dance
The scent of a fresh rain a baptized world fills the air
The soils of our flesh are fertile for romance
Our time together an answer to yesterday’s prayers
Paradise found in the warmth of your arms hold
Peace discovered in the taste of your kiss
Shy thoughts desires now arise confident and bold
My heart has found the source of bliss
The soft words gentle touches are kindling on the fire
Sparks of dreams swim in the moon beams
Every cell aches with boundless desire
As the night expands the shores of love streams
Each breath only fuels the raging fire
These paths of beauty we try to trace
The baths of charms like vats of gold
What pleasures we find in the curves of our face
What treasure our senses now behold

She Rescues Me

City lights cast a faint shadow on my clocks
But their illumination is emitted in vain
For my flowers reside deep inside this box
And are covered in a shroud of pain
The streets offer some console to my head
For they present a predestined path to roam
Floating on the things she did words she said
Telling my soul it has finally found its home
The dark clouds are lifted from my eyes
My wings are united my thoughts can flow
Her touch puts rainbows in my skies
And given my heart a peace it has come to know

Paradise Found In You

Dreams of her make my mind stand still and stare
For many beauties I have seen but none are as fair
The delicious delightful emotions once again appears
Burying the moisture of long forgotten fears
Thoughts of her smile send joy through my veins
For the sun is bright yet only she can warm my brain
The dancing laughter the tender sweet kiss
Casts all fear away and fills my heart with such bliss
Echoes of her voice touch the shores of my soul
Causing them to expand and loose control
Lost in the deepness of her charming eyes
Is the path to peace the promise of paradise

Love Loves But Loves Not Me

There are no threads of justice no gifts of glee
For love loves but loves not me
A cycle of words a circle of hurt
A layer of dead seeds planted in my earth
A drop of rain in the parched desert
A spark in the raging hearth
There are no presents of peace no gentle melody
For love loves but loves not me
A dying leaf in the great forest
A ray of sun as it fades in the west
A silent beach inviting the waves as a guest
A flying cloud incited to mourn for a rest
There are no cuffs of cotton no feelings to free
For love loves but loves not me
A chord in the symphony the world’s song
A lessoned etched in the hearts of right and wrong
A blade of grass on the fields of a valley’s throng
There are no shards of truth no hugs from reality
For love loves but loves not me