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In the heat of my angst she blocked my escapefrom her life and love wrapping herself around me in a plea for restraintlike a tight leather glove.wooing me with her pretty smile…..while begging me to stay awhileand grant her one more chanceto salvage our romance…….And though I should have known better than to trust her that nightI got lost in the passion that her kisses ignitebut less than three weeks later she betrayed me againleaving me just another fool in her collection of men.ChorusWalk out that door… don’t look back anymoreif the one that you’re loving is treating you poorDon’t hesitate until your love turns to hatecause there are endless lonely women eager to give you more.He told her he loved her and that someday they wedshe just believed what he said and so he took her to bedbut he used her like Kleenex and just tossed her awaynow she’s an unmarried heartbreak with a child on the way…..He impregnated three more gals in different statestill he faced a Dad’s shotgun and met his wedding date.ChorusTake time to check that your man’s not a letchbefore you give in to sextoo many lives have been wrecked,walk out that door find girls that he knew beforeresearch his background some moredon’t let him make you his whore.Bridge-Love can be a complicated thingblinding you to some truths because your heart it took wings.don’t fall for false promises or gold plated blingr or you’ll be left with a broken heart or some maggot’s offspringMake sure your not part of their cruel flingsbe sure you’re not part of their cruel flings…………..Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III- ©-2017credit 2 pics to pixabay.com

Not Just Dreaming. You come to me in dreamslike a goddess in the nightbringing beauty to my somnambulant sceneslying next to me and holding me tightYour long blonde hair falling in cascadesas you bend to share a kissmy daydreams are as dry as toastnights with you are buttered blissI don’t to wake up and be gone from your arms]as our passion is lostin the screech of alarmsCause each workday becomesa huge burden I beartill I slam that punch clockand I head back to shareAll the anticipationthat each night fall bringsfloating free from my sheetscause your love gives me wings.I suppose I should findsome sweet gal who is realthey say dreams are propheticoffering love unrevealed/God I hope that is trueand someday I’ll see yougreeting me in the daylightsharing love that is true.lying next to me baby and holding me tight…………………………….Matthew F. Blowers ©-2017Art~Whimsically Yours Studiosome photo credits to Pixabay.com

Timeless Love.Red lights take some minutes of my life awaya half million lifelong minutes is a lot to pay]checkout lines take much more time ten minutes long or so,with change purses,stacks of coupons and a cashier that is slow.all that useless spam and sales callssteal away chunks of my dayand the drive through line at fast foodsare the worst of all delaysChorusBut when I’m kissing you time slows down allthe hands on busy clocks,and the hours stretch foreverwhen we sit and talk,and if we’re sharing bliss time is dismissedto an endless hiatus,I’m guessing when I’m with youtime is something I don’t miss…Let the Avon lady ring our bell one hundred times a day,while we wallow in a bubble bathfrom the last call that she made,let the grass grow up around our kneeswe’ll just buy two goats and let them feedtime with you is all I’m longing forit’s all I need…….ChorusCause when I’m kissing you time slows down allthe hands on busy clocks,and the hours stretch foreverwhen we sit and talk,and if we’re sharing bliss time is dismissedto an endless hiatus,so I guessing it’s true when I’m with youtime’s something I don’t miss…So let’s spend more time togetherin our love’s timeless endeavorslet the rest of the world measureout their lives in busy waysif true love is foreverlets spend more of it togethersharing it’s most treasured pleasuresthrough all our endless days.through all our endless days…….Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III-©-2017pic credits to Pixabay.com and Wikipedia.com

You've got that distant look in your eyesyou leave me running blindI keep trying all the back roads to find your smilesbut I get left behind.Your face is deadpan babyit's the perfect disguiseone of life's alibisand I'm beginning to believe it's time I realize, that our love is lies.......We started off with a fire, babybut you extinguished it, it was gone in a flash!and much to my dismay you've left me"Just Kissing your ash!"You've got that distant look in your eyes, babyleading to a detourthis time I thinkI'm really sure ...You've got that deadpan face that disguises all your alibis,and I'm beginning now to realize, that our love is lies.and that door's looking good to me Baby,It offers open armsthat leads beyond what you've been offering meEmotional Harm....Emotional Harm....you've got that distant look in your eyes, babyand perhaps it's overdue,maybe it's time that I....distance myself from you........D I S T A N C E .Art~Whimsically YoursStudio-(c)-2017Matthew F. Blowers IIIcredit Pixabay for great photos

The agony and the ecstasyhave now become as onethe ecstasy of making love to youand the agony of what I’ve doneHow can a man be in love with two womenkeeping the truth of what’s shared with them hiddentaking the pleasures they’ve trustfully givenin an act that cannot be forgiven.Turning two contracts of marriage’ into a huge miscarriage, and now I’m facing one husbands gun…..As I look in his eyes and feel that barrel that liespressed against my heartwith eager hateI see the wounds that I’ve causedin that split second pausebut my regret for what I’ve done is too late.My hands are bound to a chairhe captured me in a snareas I was leaving his wife’s warm bed, then his lips bent to my earand filled my last breath with fearwith the four venomous words that he said….“Enjoy Hell’s Lonely Despair!”Then his finger indexedand filed away all my sexwith his dear wifein a cold morgue drawer,six bullets punctured my heartas I felt my soul departto a place I’ll share forevermore.Nothing but darkness around mestretching outward endlesslyI walked for weeks to find someonebut this place only holds mein a cold loveless worldHell has no fires that burnthis will be my lonely limbofrom which I’ll never return……Just agony with no ecstasya fitting punishment for mecause I was greedy with loveand now my soul has been shovedinto a loveless Hell eternally……Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III-©-2017credit pixabay.com w/some pics.

Succubus!You scratch your nails across my windows,nightly you scream outside my doorand now I hear your high heels slappingstaccato taps across my floorsthen your spirit makes it’s entrancefrom the absence of your tomband though I still can’t see your tear stained faceI can smell your sweet perfume…..Then you press your ectoplasmagainst me smothering my fleshbringing me icy cold orgasmsas our souls converge and mesh….I know I promised you foreverbut I did not realizeI would be haunted by your vengeancebecause my love wound up just lies.You took your life when we divorced you did not even leave a note,but now you’re sharing all your agonyand making me death’s cruel scapegoat.till death do us part was our promise babebut now I’m suffering cause I slipped and strayed,I never cared about her anywaybut now you’re going to make me pay.You’ve put my job in jeopardybecause I can’t get no rest,my boss has warned me several timesthat I am not at my bestMy pistol keeps appearing on my bed sheets every nightfrom it’s locked drawerand I’m fearing it’s the wayto make things right……Repeat Chorus-Cause you took your life when we divorced you didn’t even leave a note,but now you’re sharing all your agonyand making me death’s cruel scapegoat.till death do us part was our promise madebut now I’m a doubting Thomas Babe….I’m suffering because I slipped and strayed,I never cared much for her anywaybut now you’re going to make me pay.but now you’re going to male me pay……Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III-©-2017Credit Pixabay.com W/ some photos

Love only Knows Two Needs.Love is the most worthy possession in the whole wide worldYou can have all your gold and moneyI’ve got one of life's finest honeysI’ve got a beautiful girl.You can keep your fancy carsdriving to some lonely barson a Saturday nightThere aren't too many gals who weepbecause you drive a Rent-A-Heap.....if you truly love them it will be all right.Love doesn't come with fancy clothes, it's better less dressed I suppose?True love is far more rare.Than any castles ormansions across the earth, Whether you're homely or handsomelove offers more than your worthLove has no need for that inheritance you got at birthLoves only longing is for filling lonely souls with mirth!Because love is the most worthy possession in the whole wide world.There's no need to impress with fancy carslots of money and expensive clothes.Cause Love works best by sharing kissesthat will curl your toes.True Love works best by sharing kissesthat will curl your toes."Cherish the completeness, the riches and the purity of true love and you will never look on a partner poorly."Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2017Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

https://youtu.be/_NbRFc7ffXoPublished on Feb 4, 2017An Open Letter To TheCommander-In-GriefYou strolled intothe White Housedictating Sheer disaster,with all your ego and your moneybut you’ve still got no class …Sir?????they’ll be sticking your policiesup your rich ass much faster.then all of your promised reliefand your tweeted useless chatter,because Americans are not your slavesand you are not our masterBuild your huge wall of hateby executive orderswith a 20%import taxon Mexican bordersbut when the drinkersof America buy shots of tequila,at twenty bucks eachthey’ll want you shipped to Korea.Plus you’re denying many innocent Muslims a Visa,.with a policy bentmore than the Tower of Pisa,Lumping themin with terroristsand though it might please ya,Will more Americans die???!!!Did that thought ever seize ya???You act without thinkingand think without actingyou mock Korean missilestelling them “It Won’t Happen!”(atomic Blast!)When you kick a hornet’s nestthey’re the ones you leave laughingas their stingers remove the West coastwhile you’re still yapping.You seek to make lawsto prevent all protestersfrom dissing the governmentthey have no right to pesterthe king ofcomplainingwhose a twit and a texterMuch like an angsty teenager,who can’t handle the P R E S S U R E !.You want to silence the mediaand prevent their attendancefrom certain meetings you holdwhich is truly horrendousyou want only acceptancewith no negative referenceso you spit on the rightsof our dearest amendments.I refute your abilitiesto run the U.S.you’re not theU- in Unitedand your S-tate is a mess.in your first week in officeyou went afterhealth carebut when we askedyou what’s better?you have no plans to sharesoon folks will be dyingwhile your primping your hair.Hair the colorof a peachand perhapsthat’s a clue,maybe it’s time your hairdomatched the rest of you,through a simple solutionthat is not out of reachkeep on slumming with the Russiansand we’ll bring on the bleachKeep pissing off the worldand they’ll begus to teachOne blowhard ex-leaderthe pains of being Impeached!The Pains of Being IMPEACHECD !!Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III-©-2017Peach photo property of Matthew F. Blowers All rights reserved.

Morning has broken so why the hell fix it.each days a long stumble till night falls again.my whole worlds a tumble, ungraceful without you...only my steady dreams bring remembrances when...Back when mornings were blessed by your warmness beside me,and my days were encompassed in the sheer joy of you,every night fell with warms lips enveloping passionin a less clumsy world where all our dreams came true.Each step that I take when I rise from my bed,takes me further away from the paradise we knewand your scent it still lingers in the pillows beside me,greeting me every morning, haunting me all day too.Then the night staggers in as I stare at the ceiling,counting all of the stucco points hanging above.then I count endless sheep till I'm finally asleep,and back in the arms of the girl that I lovedMorning has broken so why the hell fix it,My days a long trip till the night falls once more,time no longer has meaning as I slowly am weaningMy heart from its shattering by a girl I adored.Morning has broken so why the hell fix it,it matches my heart since you left me behind,let it bleed through my window, in a bright yellow puddle,let it break hard forever through the slats of my blinds,why the hell should I fix it when it's been so unkind.when it's been so unkind.........Art-Whimsically Yours Studio©-2017 by-Matthew f. Blowers IIICredit Pixabay.com w/some pics.

Published on Jan 22, 2017First love like your first cigaretteit starts off hotthen burns down slowwith a racing heartit steals your breaththey’re a lot alike you know…Gracing your lips and fingertipswith smoking hot desiresrequiring a gentle gripas you savor passions firesYour first girl is the filterfor your masculinityshe gives a sweet and smother tasteand sets your tension free.both tease addictively.Soon cravings will consume youto have more of it each daybut whether nicotine or sweet perfumethere’s a price you have to pay….First loves are just a samplinga glimpse of what’s to be,a lesson for your younger yearsa love they call “Puppy”And cigarettes briefly addressLife’s cruel anxietiesbut soon enough they bring duresscause you can’t let them be.They’re full of similaritiesthey both keep you compelledbut first loves usually fade awaythey will not harm your health..So if I had my druthersover smokes or first time lovers.I‘d choose to skip the nicotinefor a girl whose like no other.Who will guide me through my innocenceand give me much to cherishover cigarettes that might bring metoo many ways too perish!First love like your first cigaretteit starts off hotthen burns down slowwith a racing heartit steals your breaththey’re a lot alike you know…a lot alike you know.......Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III-©-2017 Credit Pixabay for their Pics.

https://youtu.be/3Fh5VfHSTQM*The video is cleaner as a listen.Published on Jan 18, 2017If I could ride a guitar stringD, G. C, A or maybe Estretched high beyond the galaxy....To distant worlds, like eighth notes hurled beyond what's atmosphericalchanging me from what's grown stagnantinto something far more lyricalOr simply catch a huge blast from some massive sax till I am flungby wails propelling me out of dimensions I have knowninto the fifth where I’d be blownaway by entering a zoneWhere I would see with jaundiced eyes,that my craft holds no compromisethat music knows no boundarieswhat encounters there would beabandoning all that's earthlyand find unheard ofstellar notesthat grip with such intensitya humble music man like me.Soon I would dance and freely floatin a thousandtimes less gravityas my brain absorbswhat masters wroteand turns it into mental toteswhile my flesh becomes an Artonote.My skin etched microscopicallywith all their musicalitiesmy fingertips graced surgicallyplaying anything that’s handed meplus blueprints of the most bizarrenew instruments that make guitars and keyboardsrendered all sub par,stellar instruments that break the rulesand make ours look likecave men’s toolsThen as an Artonote set loose and homeward boundtheir new recruitwith aliens cheering me as I go to introduce what we don’t know,turning all who are still earthyin to Arto-note-worthy’s as the music we play all goes topsy-turvyOf course for now it’s all just a dreamcreated from Rosique’s great song themeBut maybe someday when I must diemy soul will soar the endless skiesas an Artonote seeking the prizeof music that will end my criesfor more thenjust the standard notesused endlessly and then rewrotefor brand new riffs that hypnotize,with sounds we have not cannibalized.with harmonies that blend the wails of Jupiter’s storms with meteor tailsa sizzling hot new way to sail the universebeyond the paleas aliens dance beneath my flightstheir planets rocked with sheer delight at a passing star in the distant night.at a passing star in the distant night......in the distant nightSynthesizer, music& arrangement byPierre Rosiquelyrics and melodyby Matthew F. Blowers III(c)-2017-Pic credits to NASA & Pixabay.comw/ many thanks to Pierre for collaboarating with me on this one.Check Him out on Fandalism.com

That Wall Of Shame.(The next Trump Towers failure?)Let’s build us a wall about 20 foot tallfor all them illegal immigrantstrying to pay us a call…..Run it down in the groundabout ten feet or soelectrify the topso they got no place to goLet’s put up some towers with guards day and nightthen if they try to blast through itthey will be shot on sight. Let’s build a huge morguefor all those who failed to scale,with a large waiting roomwhere their relatives can wail…ail ail…..Did you ever stop to wonderwhat that wall’s gonna do,who’s gonna slave in the hot sunpicking vegetables and fruit?We can hire all the rednecks who demanded it be builtto work 10 hours a daybefore it all rots and wilts….Otherwise we’ll sit and worryas produce prices climbtill we’re all getting scurvyas fresh nutrition declinesWhen you build walls of hateLike they did in Berlinwe’ll just sit around and waitfor the problems begin.Mexico will deny any U.S. tourists,and you’ll be stuck at that wallpounding it with your fist.Imagine the sceneryin your vacations down southJust that big ugly wallblocking lovely views out.so think about the costsif Trump gets his way,cheap labor will vanishand we’re all gonna paywe’ll all have to pay…….for his policies of hate! (spoken-)"Give me your tired, your poor, your huddled masses yearning to breathe free, “NO!” let’s build a wall around Ellis islandso that no one gets in!Let’s build us some internment campswhere U.S. Muslims can stayforever and a daylike Guantanamo Bay!Imagine your scenic viewson vacations down southJust that big ugly wallblocking everything out.And for all of you that want itwhy don’t you donate a brickthey’ll engrave your names on ityou can be proud of it But you won’t find my name thereamidst the rednecks and hicksof course that’s just my opinionif you don’t like it……….“Tough Shit !!!”Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III©-2017-all rights reservedAuthor’s Notes:Famous Mexican Immigrants.https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/List_of_Mexican_AmericansImagine if all of these people had faced a Wall!

First love revisited often.https://youtu.be/o3S4ZH5zeo4Her eyescornflower bluestill hauntthe years cannot erasethe softness of herlovely gaze when I told herof my love that day Her lips so petulant and pinkbent with a smilethat held me mesmerizedas she realizedthat I might be her guywarming my soul with joyand sweet surprise.I caught her tenderhints of lovebeneath her shyest depthsand when her facedrew oh, so close to mineI could not catch my breathAnd as I bent to kiss herher eyes closedas if she knewmy very next intention and her breath caught tooBut just before our lipsknew touch, as pairsfirst kisses sharea sound it broke the stillnessof that sultry August air….Her Mother calling out her nameshe backed awayand headed homeand I was left in willowed shadejust 12 years old....aloneI know I can't recapturethat electric moment whenwe almost kissedand what we missedwill never come againChorus-Young love so fleeting lingers oftenin our memories,and that endless aching seldom softens ....what will never come to be,true love eternally~Love moved along without usand the circumstances broughtno chance to ever duplicatesweet love lessons...untaught.sweet love lessons untaught….Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III-©-2016Dedicated to my first love.

An Island of Twohttps://youtu.be/XP9Kp53BMxMWhen our lips at last meet for the very first time the world will vanish completely turning flesh into rhyme.Spnning onward without usas we sail far abovepast the voids that we once knew,into heavenly love...Chorus-Let us dance on loves companionship,where hearts go when they are broken,floating hand in hand to the Isle of two. where one is never spoken,on a pristine beach where the fruits of love,grow abundant everywhere,there's a paradise just waiting therefor the two of us to share. When our bodies mold together embraced in a blissful union, time will slow as we both know it, clocks no longer will have meaning, day and night will merge together, and be lost in passions rhythms, with its smooth entrancing beat.Stars in distant space will tumble to collide in sparkling dazzles, leaving both of us quite breathless, on our most ecstatic trip, sailing love's companionship.O->+O~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III-©-2016

https://youtu.be/XQikn_g5LtsMaybe I'm still there, stretched out in a straw hat,chewing on that stalk of grass under a monkey-ball tree. In the summer of my ninth year, Just digging the shade.Maybe that wish I made to be an adult when the worldwas a fresh baked cookie barely nibbled came true.Maybe it's only been a few seconds since I mumbledmy desires to be freeof the awkwardnessof childhood,the ignorance of innocence, and that aching for the girl next door.Some distant kinto Suspended Animationhow time flies by and yet we are,unaware of it's passing. Maybe all these years I've carriedare but a blink awayfrom that backyard tree and me,studying sun-dappled weaves of the straw inside my hatthat covers my face......As apple pie scented breezes call me back to my Momma's kitchen for a warm wedge of time long forgotten.But then again,Maybe not, as my whimsical smile wrinkles, then creases my much too wise of a face, to ever play make believe again.In this Summerof my 69th yeartrying to avoid the spadeArt~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. blowers III(c)-2016credit Pixabay for the tree pic."You can never go backTime relentlessly moves onand leaves you out of its reach"

https://youtu.be/UmvHqy2mrTYShe gazed stricken at her lover's back,her soul cut to the core his hands thrown high in frustration,as he vanished through the door frame of her heart.Her eyes misted like stained glass,in a winter blast,slowly emptying of all the adorationshe once worshipped him with.She wanted him back, and front,but only emptiness graced her darkness,her first love became a cursed love,as she curled into a fetal positionwishing only to be born again.born again....She emerged from the womb of her grief,days later as a much wiser woman,and when she later saw him approaching,on a sunny boulevard they once frequented,Her scorn flashed in a glancing blow and then suddenly she gave him her own back.It was the last he ever saw of her,as she returned his cruelty with a strong, proud distancing of what he had left behind.what he'd left behind....Leaving him to understand that she's got back....She's got back!Art~Whimsically yours studioMatthew F. Blowers III(c)-2016credit pics to Pixabay.com

Published on Dec 13, 2016https://youtu.be/rrLSFn_MVG4They gather nightly when the marks departafter the rides shut down and the lights dim lowwhere they huddle in a trailer far from all the restthat offers healing for thier eyes of woe......Some hobble others are scurried or wheeledon their way to their rendevousto play a form of strip poker each hoping to win a piece of their dreams come true.The booty for each game involves body parts!! a winning hand would improve their deformityplastic poker chips becoming plastiic surgery.......One monstrousHump at last sliced from his backsetting him free at last,Radial Liposuctionfor a 500 lb. girl named Sadie,Amputations for that manwith 3 arms and 12 toes Plus permanent hair removal for that bearded lady.They all had stakes in what was holding them there much like the stakes in their canvas tent prisonswhere the general public came to leer and laughand make lewd comments about their afflictionsKNOBBY THE GNARLED MANwith multiple tumorssought chemo--therapy and skillful extractionand ROADMAPthe man tattooed from head to toe was seeking lasers to remove his distractionsNightly they consulted Kings and Queenshoping for royal flushes of their varied woes. GEEKS and FREAKS and OUTCASTSseeking common dreamsBeyond that midway in their twisted Wonderland.They gather nightly when the marks departafter the rides shut down and the lights dim lowtto huddle in that trailer far from all the restin that Twisted Wonderlandthey've come to know.......that won't let go......Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III(c)-2016-Credit to Pixabay.comfor pic.

Published on Dec 9, 2016I just want to melt completelyinto your your armslike sugar does with a hot tea,like ice cream in an August breezeJust blending as one in the warmth of your lovethat's where I want to be.....Our time is far too brief to find reliefon just a Friday or Saturday nightI need you close to me like we're sopposed to be In the mornings and every night.I want to share my empty bedwith something other than my quiltI want to feel your body next to mewarmer that any silkWhere we can sigh in all we're feeling share some kisses breathlesslynever worried bout the time againcause you're here with me.and babe I'm sure of what I'm saying I think it's time that you were stayingfor the rest of my life with meThat's where I want to beSo if your of a mind toBaby I'm hoping I'll find youoccupying all my timewhen your mine!!I just want to melt into your your armslike sugar does with a hot tea,like ice cream in an August breezeJust blending as one in the warmth of your lovethat's where I want to be.....Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III(c)-2016some pic credits to Pixabay.com

New Lang Syne IIhttps://youtu.be/4x2Fe5Z0kNAI like the New YearIt’s like a fresh beer,it’s a whisper of hope as the old year just disappearsI like the baby in a diaperwho replaces that old manwhose retiring cause he’s put up with all that he canI like my party blower and my hatJust going crazy I get down with thatmy girl who promises she won’t get faton next years food,.every new year is an interlude.I miss the sounds of Guy Lombardowhose big band music was a marveland I miss the countdown with Dick ClarkSeacrest can never beat the patriarch of all those new years that I knew.And I miss my friends and familyno longer here with mebeneath the confetti there absence makes me blue…..But all my old acquaintanceswon’t be forgotand never brought to mind…their with me all the timeI like my first date with Jan.though she is colder than ice,she has a whole lot of friends who will be twice as nice.like April May and Junewho simply make my heart swoonjust knowing that in four monthsthey’ll be coming round soon!I like sipping champagneand drowning last years pain,and though the new yearsholds a hangover!I can’t refrain…and I like kissing my girlwhen it’s twelve o’clockshe’s got a tongue like a demonand she’s so damned hot.So raise a toast with me too what has yet to bewe’ve got a whole year to uncover itwith all it’s gleeand please be here next yearwhen we all kiss it goodbyeIn a party hat and blower Please don’t wear a tie.as the old year flies by,and we all get incredibly High…….and we all get incredibly High……….Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III-©-2016some pic credits to Pixabay.comGodspeed to a successful New Year for all of you!