By Arthor Journer
Went to this place that promised happy hour
But I found myself drowning in this whiskey sour
I was not gay I was not happy there was no smile on my
All hope all cheer all faith had been erased
I looked around and all I saw was the echo of gloom
The atmosphere was pregnant with darkness and doom
Even the waitress had wrinkles from her permanent
The bright music could not rescue us from being down
Nobody had died there was no plethora of bad news
Our loves had not left us or any other source of blues
Still the weight of the clouds caused us all to cower
Here in this place to celebrate happy hour
Perhaps I got here too late the hour had ended
The alarm went off no more happiness to be resended
All the smiles wiped away ending the gleeful talks
All dismissed and forbidden by a tick of the clock
Tomorrow perhaps I will get here early and not miss
The celebrations the laughter all of the bliss
After a day like today I need to find a source of
Discover a place a haven to rest safely for awhile
Find a spot where my thoughts can flower
Find a place to celebrate happy hour
By Arthor Journer
Shall we propose a toast to our tears?
For my first proposal only hurt
Perhaps you were not serious or sincere
Only a figment of imagination of my heart
This diamond precious and durable
Sits on the cloth melting from then pain
The only sparkling beauty at the table
As both of our tears continually rain
My heart is broke your secret discovered
This game a gamble I lost
For you perpetuated a true lover
But only a two headed coin was tossed
Arthor Journer says that the paths he has traveled have taken him far from his birthplace of Cleveland, Ohio. The instinct to travel is equally as compelling as his need to write.
He loves to experience different people and different cultures. Arthor began writing stories and poems from 5th grade but didn’t share them with others. He won first prize in a writing competition in high school for his short story and from that point on looked at writing not only as a self expression of his thoughts and feelings but also as a means of connecting and communicating with people.
Journer joined the military after high school and eighteen years and many foreign trips later is more and more focused on writing.
His first book The Knees the Needs the Kneads of a Natural Man was published a few months ago and his second book Emotional Mosaic is likely to be published by the fall.
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