Art~Whimsically Yours

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One bullet's story, one life sacrificed in the telling, millions more chapters to come, billions of case histories all gathering dust in the vast, gaping maw of time. You be the judge on this one how does this bullet make you feel???

I am the bullet

lying deep in a box,

under hundreds of cartons

of yet unopened shells.

In the back of a storeroom

lying snug in the darkness,

in my bright copper jacket

over steel with brass casing

one of life's living hells.

Sporting guts of gunpowder,

born and weighed by my caliber

with a mighty large impact,

small hole front,

H u g e wound exit,

flesh exploded, and torn.

Flersh exploded and torn....

I am the bullet

that someday

not upon us

fate has slated

to lay waste

"Your dear

precious daughter,

But for now I am shelved

I wait here in a carton

filmed with dust

that had settled

long before

she was born.

long before

she was born......

I am the felon,

my merits are brief,

I have always

been greedy

just a mugger

and thief....

whose career has

been criminal

wrought with violence

and grief,

Just to buy me

some crack

and to find some relief.

gonna find me a mark

one with money who's young,

and if she gives me trouble

man, she's gonna get done

that way there'll

be no witnesses

cause prisons no fun.

because Prisons no fun......

I am that bullet

now spent,

bent and battered

removed from

the heart of

a life that once

mattered,

I snatched

Mommies love from

two kids who

are shattered,

left a husband

whose tears

on her gravestone

are spattered.

I am a bullet

the bane of all men

that's been tagged, bagged

and placed in the evidence bin.

Enveloped in darkness,

I am stored once again,

next to hundreds of bags,

holding bullets, mis-spent.

Ziplocked into silence

from their tragic events,

years of dust cover them,

but each day

more are sent???! !

There are millions

still out there!!

this is my testament,

"I am the bullet!"

I Am The Bullet!

I am The Bullet.............................

Fantastically Composed and Played

Music by Ingvar Tautra-©-2025-

Vocals & Lyrics Sung & Written by

Matthew F. Blowers III--©-2025

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

Photo by-Danilo Alvesd-unsplash.com

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When love dies

It is the winter of your life

Icicles hang from your heart and soul

Like stalactites and stalagmites of grief

and there is no winter heat

From the warm body

that once lay next to you

and there is nothing you can do

no fire or furnace can replace

that warm loving look on her face

and you have energy to chase

any other chance for love

because you cold inside

with no where to hide

from the bitterness

that is by your side

instead of her

Love that dies has no cure

until your heart can find warmth

in the comfort of another lonely soul

there is no thermostat that can control

the burrs of love that once was sure

and there is no artic feeling

that is colder than the healing

that you must undergo

but it’s the only you know

you must shake all the snow

that has drifted through

your heart and soul

and seek a thaw

for your trembling jaw

and your shivering flesh

and find another love that’s fresh

to bring the summer back

In the heat of another’s eyes

leaving love’s cruelest

winters far behind

because the world is full

of lonely souls whose

love has cooled

sadly we all get schooled

that true love is elusive

and all the rest can turn abusive

to the dreams that two once shared

when one’s no longer there

and slowly you will lose the care

you felt for them

and soon you will begin again

to feel Love’s winter heat

making you life complete

in the summer of new love

the kind we all dream of

endure the cold of reason lost

and find true love at any cost

and melt the frost

on paths of love

you’ve not yet crossed

embracing new love

warm and soft.

I wish you well in

your wintry hell

It is a place that I know well

but I have bid such pain farewell

Farwell......

and only time will tell

what new love will bring to you?

reconsidering suicide

The Maze Of Your Love by- Ingvar Tautra & Matthew F. Blowers III (New) (Mastered with Aurora at 100p by Art~Whimsically Yours