In the garden of her heart. Lies a most fertile spot, sprinkled daily with hope and intermingled with

tears. Over acres left empty. Seeking one seed of love planted warmly with kisses. Also gently on tulips,

swaying in assions, breaths. Someone faithful perennial who year after year will brighten her dreams

like a Jack in the pulpit who will worship her beauty, offering her morning's glory when she burst from

her bed, greeting joy with each day. Or perchance of sweet William, who will bring to her soul

honeysuckles of bliss when she gazes straight into his irises, so pale blue. Whispering. Forget me nots.

They will grow side by side till that time comes when she'll Marigold to her finger as her bachelor

buttons happiness in his tux in Queens. Anne's lace Wed. Stepping. Over rose petals and white silk lady

slippers as blue bells ring above. Then her garden will flourish, filled with love everlasting. Where soon

she'll be a mum. And much later with Poppy, they'll share sweet baby's breath. Such great beauty will

bloom from all she's dreaming of, but for now during her waiting. she just wants to find love. We all

have a place. In our heart that is lacking. Until the love that is promised. At long last, will come true. OK,

that should work.

Imagine a world without war.-by- Matthew F Blowers III by Art~Whimsically Yours

Find a chair, perhaps a recliner

and tune out life’s buzz saw

listening to something finer

then all the pop pulp

crap in the world

or the funniest one-liners....Yeah

True blues are refiners

of all of your pain

daily wracking your brain

one must never abstain

dem Blues will park your ass

and all your funky

moods will stop

they soothe with a wail

they bless to the max

steel strings that will bind you

as you groove to the sax

Close your eyes as you sit there

Let blues ease all your cares

With those sweet vibes that ooze

from the top of your head

to your toe tapping shoes

Hear the masters perform

notes they wrote to reform

all the sorrows that borrow

on your hopes for tomorrow ...yeah

They say music can soothe

the most savage of beasts

and beasts don’t have a chance

when true blues are released

They slip into your ears

and fill your mind with Joy

doing exactly the opposite

of what life’s blues employ.

Feed them blues

into your headphones

and don’t you ever leave home

without their cure in your ears

cause they can help you atone

for the drudge of the day

and the dues you must pay

let them carry you away

and then you’ll beg them stay.

You see true blues

aren’t bad news

or long sermons in pews

they are written to lift up

the spirit in you

So just try it awhile

and if blues don’t

make you happy

you can send my ass packing

you can tell me I’m crappy...

But your sweet satisfaction

from blues I guarantee

or you can get your memory back

Just the way it used to be

Blues free....

And I’m quite sure you’ll agree

after hearing these blues........

that you’ll all be thanking me

for getting just what you need

when life’s blues make you bleed

"I am just a citizen

a common, working man

whose struggled far too many times

it's time to take a stand

and though I might be ostracized

what I will say is no surprise

it's how the masses live their lives

it's time to stop our compromise

reclaim what's rightfully ours

" the prize!

When what is right is wrong,

what's left and who's left?

is stated in this song......"

People telling us what’s right all the time

but what’s left when their promises unkept

leave entire populations bereft.

Politicians full of righteous indignation

Offering changes but then bringing us stagnation

Just more mental masturbation.

Pleasing only themselves

and those who paid for them

Sitting in their offices

the next prize from caucuses

voted in by novices

just because their name

was heard of more than someone

who might bring us change

someone who might bring us change...

Term after term, they’re reaffirmed

by apathy and ignorance

with no hope for deliverance

while those who truly might lead us

by doing what is right

leaves us with who’s left

oppressed by miscontent.

Governments are full of wealthy men

while right around the corner

endless derelicts make

homes in cardboard boxes

while others barely make their rents,

hungry children live in squalor

how does this make any sense?

While our leader suck down bon-bons

their lives sparing no expense

when will we the people realize

that this pattern isn’t right

and rise up as one righteous force

against the right and the left

after centuries of suffering political neglect

When everyone decides that change

Is what we should expect

and throw out all the useless ones

who give us no respect!

NO RESPECT ! !

No parties, no Republican

or democratic mess

Just Americans taking the reins

to win the fight and constitutionally

make things right

For the people, by the people

and of the people.

Then all those who are left

the spongers of our tax dollars

will be left out and know

what we have suffered

this is what freedom, is about.

where what is due is

not for the lucky few

but him and her and me and you

yeah, where what is due is

not for the lucky few

but him and her and me and you

it is what we have to do

and every other nation

soon will realize

this is the truth

When” is the eternal puzzle

it hangs like the

upright hook

on an question mark

and the period below it

is the time I spend without you

Simply because a bend

in the path we took

became a hairpin curve

when I awoke

to find you’d left me

with my heart broken

with all your reasons

left unspoken

no clues to why

and no damn note

when we could have

shared sweet

morning passion

like we did last night

filled with satisfaction.

Was it just a mercy fuck?

ending our commitment

cause lately I’d been noticing

your eyes sometimes grew distant,

Lately you’d been hot and cold

leaving my soul all exposed

to your bluesy moods that

threatened to explode

but you kept your angst

tightly controlled,

till I was left here

pondering “Where did you go?”

Your silent treatment

when it comes to love

brings only one-sided pain

it would have been much easier

If you could have explained

but now I lie here wondering

If I’ll ever see you again….

and “When?”

if love dies, it must be defined

by comforting one’s

shell-shocked mind

But you chose to just….

leave me behind

I guess that I was

too damned blind

to see that you had

reached that time

to exit gently….so benign

and so you slipped

out like a mime.

But wait, what is that noise

Just my wrong conclusions

In my negative mood.....

Because suddenly the

doorknob turned

in the bedroom where I lay

and you appeared

calming all my fears

and brightening my day,

with a pretty smile upon your face

refilling all my empty space

bringing back your

beauty and your grace

with a bag of pastries, freshly baked

and two take-out coffees

that you placed

near my bed to

wash away the taste

of my doubting you,

a foolish mistake….

that too many lover’s make.

Cause we are all human

and we all get moody

when our faith gets shaken

and our thoughts so cruelly

get us thinking that our mates

are acting coolly

when their love is strong

and their feelings are truly

anything but sad and gloomy.

“When” is the eternal puzzle

that hangs like the hook

on a question mark

and the period below it

is the time I spent without you

"Now I'm glad to

see there is no When??

and I've got your sweet

love back again,

cause you'll always

be my friend

you'll always

be my friend

It’s late in the evening;

my wife’s gone off to bed

my guitar’s off its stand,

I got a song in my head

I often wonder where all

of my tunes are sent from

Is it God or the devil or

just my muse who has come

to grant me his blessing

that helps me to cope

after long weary days

at the end of my rope

locked in my soundproof studio

so I’m not being rude you know

as I chase one more dream

that does not come with sleep

trying to fulfill a promise

that I cannot keep

to make it in music

which is such a huge leap

and my wife knows my urge

to write songs runs so deep

but she knows that my chances

for success are quite steep

and my failures at times

tend to make my wife weep

I spend hours away

from her sweet company

on what seldom has paid

all the bills that are heaped

monthly inside our mailbox

while I polish techniques

but she knows that I love her

many songs that I write

are about all the ways

that she brings me delight

and it’s starting to look like just

one more of those nights

where my brain cells are empty

and nothing’s going write

so I guess I’ll postpone

my next chance for a Grammy

and demand that my muse for

tonight will not hand me

More time spent in useless

minutes away my from my wife

so I think I will surprise her

and kiss her goodnight

and perhaps we’ll make music

that cannot be sung

that all lovers share when

a long day is done

it beats sorting mental blocks

and it’s a whole lot more fun

And I’ll take one more shot

at tomorrow’s setting sun.

We begin life by being handled

by all of those who will

care for our needs

9 months after the

most humane touch

cause the melting of two into one

an egg and a tadpole shaped seed

and our lives are conceived

From the moment we are born

and are handed to our mothers

we learn the value of human touch

after we are thrust out of the

vacuum of the womb into

a cold and sterile room

her warm arms welcome us.

we are swaddled and changed

and fed and rocked to sleep

by the skills of human touch

eventually we learn to touch back

and we delight in the warm sensations

that it brings us each day……

We grow up together learning to hug

shake hands, slap high fives, bump fists

pat backs, interlace fingers,

wave at each other

all forms of human touch that allow us

to communicate in fleshy ways.

We learn from our sexual opposites

how to share the human touch

in exquisite ways

Lips coming together in

the bliss of kisses

bodies offering more

intimate forms of hugs

Until the purpose of

human touch is fulfilled

and we bring tiny carbon

copies of ourselves

into this world and

teach them too

of human touch

of human touch...

……

From the moment a

doctor’s human touch

pulls us from the womb

to those moments our

Mothers tuck us in bed

and our father pat our

backs for achievements

to the moment we slip wedding

rings on each others fingers

or slip into the wedded bed

to the moments we

hold our own children

much in the same way

that we were held.

to that final moment when

a doctor or coroner

closes our eyes for

the final time with

a gentle human touch

we have been caught up

in the many grasps of life

and we pass on to what

lies beyond all human touch

what lies beyond all human touch

We went from

pondering each other

with our hungry eyes

corresponding our intentions

to eventually being

enveloped in each other's arms

enjoying the reality of

love’s sweetest delivery

your feelings expressed,

scribbled in scarlet

across the bend of your lips

with gentle, coaxing smiles

while my needs were

expressed in body English

always leaning towards

where you were

and away from the loneliness

stamped on my face

I was the kind of male

you had always hoped to get

and you were the surprise

but complete package

left on my heart’s doorstep

Thankfully, the postman was Cupid

and he was not stupid

he knew we were

meant for each other

Communication is the

life source for love

without it, two who are seeking it

find it becomes long past due

and I knew when I first saw you

that I had to woo you

with more than just words

a passing glance or

one, long slow dance

I had to create an

attachment between us

that would guarantee your eager reply

to what my heart was sending you

befriending you and transcending

all those who you have written off

from your love’s passed on into the

Dear John’s, Joes and Tom’s.

and now we both correspond

in passionate promises

and whispered sighs

before we go to bed

and when we rise,

making small talk into

immense volumes

of poetic bliss that

only true lovers can share

postmarked in our eyes

for all the rest of their lives,

What could be better than this?

Perhaps just your

delight at this song

that I have chronicled for you

sent straight from my

fingertips and my lips

which you now eagerly bend

to seal with your kiss....

I LOVE YOU.

Green is the color

of the dress that she wore

emerald encrusted

as it draped to the floor

so slinky and sexy

enhancing her curves

her hips moving

like a fast Porsche

on tight hairpin curves.

Her turquoise eyes

they graced me

with a curious gaze

that’ll I’ll never forget

for the rest of my days,

and the breeze of her scent

it only served to torment

because I could not have her

in so many ways

Her lips formed a soft curve

as she passed and moved on

leaving urges inside me

that would never, never be gone

leaving urges inside me

that would never be gone

We all have that dream girl

That we’ll never know

but we know her in ways

only dreaming can show

Love knows no boundaries

but society’s rules

demand strict adherence

those well-off can be cruel

and one’s great social status

can be turned into crap

when love’s boundless desires

do not follow what’s mapped

Misery may deserve company

but not when shared by lovers

theirs was meant to share the ecstasy

Blessed by Father’s and Mothers

Granted by their religions

and their ethnicity

Far too many fall shunned

living lives without pity

Thus Green is the color

of my eyes filled with envy

even though she might love me

her class would not defend me

She’s a queen, I’m a pauper,

She’s a goddess, I’m trash

But I swear she winked at me

as she slowly walked past.

I swear she winked at me

as she slowly walked past.

Thus green is the color

that I will cherish forevermore

that’s for damn sure.

Green was the color

of that dress that she wore

but it was made out of money

of which I would need more

but my new favorite color

will be green evermore

yeah it’ll be green evermore

It’s gonna be green, baby

Imagine now the

speed and grace

at which the flight of

thoughts take place

with no wings at all

to ease its pace

as it’s launched from

what your brain creates

it’s invisible,

it holds no weight

faster then the

speed of light it takes

an exit out of

your brainwaves

where in microseconds

it translates

what your vocal chords

and tongue will say

whether greetings

or in long debates

what was in your

mind it clearly states

what you‘ve thought up

with so few mistakes

so much faster then

your eyes can blink

it expresses what you think

what a marvelous ability

that was granted to

both you and me

faster then this song

could ever be

giving us the capabilities

to communicate so easily

and bringing

endless possibilities

for our flights of

thoughts to so easily

invent so many things we need

or entertain us as we sleep

in trillions of thoughts we

free from our brain

in ways that

I cannot explain?

from the "goo-goo"

of a babies speech

to the last words when

our ends are reached

flights of thought are

endlessly unleashed

some shallow, others

so damned deep

flights of thoughts

decide most everything

and we seldom know

what they will bring

till we express

what’s happening

as they rocket from

our fertile minds

and cause others

thoughts to be inclined

to flights of fancy every time

it’s the way our brains

were all designed

so let your thoughts

flow unconfined

as I finish up this

song of mine

whose music

was inspired by

a Norwegian who

let his thoughts fly

there’s no end to what

your mind can do

your flights of thought

can make dreams come true

so take a ride

with much delight

on your flights of thoughts

every day and night……

everyday and night

And I wish Godspeed to you

on every flight.

on every flight