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, June 18, 2010

Confused Reality

Those words caused a misconception,

They were said merely in affection,

For although they had some affect.

Orbiting ground a nucleus of precepts.

But in your ears was a misperception,

Not a rhyme or reason of false connection,

You wrongly read between the lines.

But the definition were incorrectly defined,

The talk we had the dance on the floor,

Was just that nothing less but nothing more.

To try to entangle me with words is a mistake,

My aim is certainly not to lie or cause your heart to break.

The language used was not to be a deception,

To think I am in love with you is a misconception.

Not that something is wrong with you but it’s wrong with us,

Any love connection will fade into an aura of lust.

Our souls are not as one nor are entwined,

The words rang true but perhaps were eased by wine.

The soft hug or the touch of your hand,

Was only that don’t want you to misunderstand.

Our meeting although fate but was merely a date,

You possibly can be a friend but never a soulmate.

Don’t want your feelings to be hurt or rumors to spread,

Certainly I said what I felt and meant what I said.

Perhaps you will find your lover to set your soul free,

But with assurance I know that person is not me.


Byron D said...

"Confused Reality" there's a lot of that going around. A lot of women have been treated so bad that when someone treats them well their mind tries to make something more out of it than what it is.I've been in that situation so many times...

Carla Sena said...

Yes, we women are like that... at least most of us.
Awsome poetry!