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.

Sunday, February 3, 2008

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

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