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, January 19, 2008

Shadows of De-Light


What whimsical games we play here in the midst of the night
Charming each other’s emotions dancing to the shadows of de-light
Our eyes drunk with desire our souls flying in the wind
Our hearts singing like waves our flesh tempted to sin
Your voice hypnotizes the path of my eyes
These fertile soil promise an endless paradise
My touch ignites the wick of your dreams
These springs feed virgin fresh streams
What fanciful pictures we paint here beyond sound and sight
Flowing through each other’s veins warmed by the shadows of de-light
Our fingers tingling with ecstasy our minds pregnant with peace
Our ears warmed like sunshine our thoughts offer sweet release
Your scent fills my lungs and invigorates my senses
The atmosphere consumes my fear and tears down my fences
My words impregnate your trees at its roots
The ground blanketed with fresh succulent fruit
What wonderful rhymes we say here with such confidence and might
Soothing each other’s scars dancing to the shadows of de-light

Apostle of Stolen Dreams

Along this path I met the apostle of stolen dreams
Frightened me to my core and assaulted my soul’s seams
Revealed volumes of visions that echo from my past
So many forgotten or abandoned or to the see were caste
Their memory makes me wonder where all the time disappeared
But in secret passages of my heart their impression was seared
His arms were strong and his eyes were on fire
His expressions were kind and humble even though he owned an empire
He ripped out pages from this book and handed them to me
I read the words and recalled what once was my destiny
He did not speak but I knew that was all he would give
But that is all I could handle to be able to live
He vanished just as swiftly as he mysteriously appeared
Yet now my soul was at peace my heart no longer feared
So these few pages of dreams revived and given their breath
Their vision now alive and brought back from death

In Time

Somewhere in the cycle of time
There will be a vision of your hand in mine
Our souls will fly above the dancing clouds
Our spirits will sing confident and loud
Somewhere in the sphere of time
There will be a blending of our hearts and mind
Your dreams will echo our bliss
Your thoughts will be communed in a kiss
Somewhere in the realm of time
There will be a paradise sweet sublime
My reality will revolve around you
My paths be clear my days be true
Somewhere in the grasps of time
There will be our rhythm our rhyme
Our flesh will burn with intense fire
Our fantasy will be pregnant with desire

On the Wings of Ink

This pen in my hand a drink to my lips
Music blaring in this solitary confinement
Art staring back at my creations
Emotions breaking free of their confinement
Every word in tune with my thoughts
White paper now seasoned with black designs
Phrases in time with my heartbeats
Forming a detailed map on my mind
The outside is galaxies far away
Only companions are the sentences that give birth
This oasis discovered here in solitude
Peace and contentment an invaluable worth
Dirt from yesterday flies off my soul
My sanity my peace regained
Eyes opened heart running free
These emotions now unchained

Sea of Neurosis


The river that fills my sea of neurosis
Gentle currents flow cuddle then kiss
The ripples echo in these deep pools of thought
Feeding fish and plankton and the mounting juggernaut
My soul offers itself as sacrificial bait
But the hunted are too wise to anticipate
So these lofty ideas reach for barren shores
While trying to hold their grasp on my heart’s anchor
Will they dive or die be captured sink or fly?
Will they float or drown be eaten or lie?
This river that fills my sea of neurosis
Tenderly trickles into my arms with such bliss

Black and Blues

So much poison with power
So much hate with hope
So much sweet with sour
So much reason with rope
This rebellion of spirit versus flesh
Drives my soul to dream of death
This reception of feelings and thoughts
Casts light on my shadows of doubt
So much love with lies
So much mire with mirth
So much sin with sighs
So much worry with worth
This exasperation from my core
Makes every cell ache sore
This evocation deafens my ears
Guiding the shadows of my fear


That Day I Saw You

Yesterday I saw you gently planting a seed in the garden
So close to nature so pure and true
Tilling the ground that had hardened
I think it is all you ever desired to do
I saw in your eyes hopes of what you wish to reap
So involved in the process of life
Vowing to the soil promises that you will keep
I think this is what made me want you as my wife
I saw you your hair blowing gently in the wind
So beautiful and heart so true
Tilling my ground as you sat on your knees
I know this in only one beautiful facet of you
I saw you amongst the flowers so fair
So precious like an angel delicate and bright
Vowing to my soul a love that none other could compare
I this is what made me want you for the rest of my life.