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.

Friday, May 22, 2009

There is Nothing Good About Goodbye

I can see the seam where my soul began to split
That the stitches of dreams could not suture
My hopes and fantasies in an instant were killed
There is no wish or hope for our future
All the plans vanished before my eye
For there is nothing good about goodbye
The heavens wear a dark mask
That the gray smothers the warmth of the sun
So many questions my soul wants to ask
But the hour is much too late for this to be done
How I could just run away and die
For there is nothing good about goodbye
You bankrupted my emotions and raped my pride
You tortured my spirit and cast it to the tide
You drugged my heart and choked my sight
You ransomed my ears and stole my light
I can feel where my mind began to quake
That eve the Richter scale could not determine the magnitude
The structure demolished by the tidal waves wake
There is no foundation to solve the feud
All the galaxies have been swallowed by the sky
For there is nothing good about goodbye
The fields and orchards now remnants of a dust bowl
Nothing left of the numerous seeds we carefully planted
There is no comfort no shelter for my battered soul
All promises and contracts and vows now recanted
My heart goes through the volumes of the past to discover why
For there is no good in goodbye

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