Art~Whimsically Yours

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.

(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again

For the third year... more

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February 03, 2025 Dying Inside.- Version 2 -by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Dying inside.
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I am dying inside
as I lay the final bouquet
of wilted flowers on that
special place in the
mausoleum of your heart
where you let your love
for me die a slow death
drying to a hollow husk
of dusty dreams
now crumbling as I bend
and bow over it's loss
it is dank and cold here
but a tiny whiff of your
sweetness still lingers
in the empty air around me
and I breath it's essence
and blow a kiss at the
mummified remains of our love
it's passing moves a
long stilled soul to regret
and a crystal teardrop
beads and slips quietly
in stereo tumbles over my cheek
and yours and then is absorbed
in the dry earth where
yesterdays lie buried
and tomorrows are a monument
to sorrows not yet visited
I am dying inside all
alone for you have long since
passed on without me
My heart has been left
A mausoleum for two
With one crypt now emptied
When it used to be
Our happy home back when
Our love was true
...more
4min
February 03, 2025 Freedom Or Freedumb.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Freedumb or Freedom!!
Man is born free,
and yet everywhere he is in chains
linked to the racism of his father's fathers,
handed down like holey white sheets,
bloodstained and hooded on one end.
He is locked onto the prejudice
that he was born into,
only the intelligent and caring
can break the bonds.
Born free and yet
women are still slaves,
submissive under religous rules,
bond to obey, or face certain death,
they cower beneath viels,
remaining distant from thier dreams.
While others sell their souls for drugs,
and give their bodies freely,
hope drains from them at fifty bucks a pop,
chained to the needle, spoon, and crack,
that promises freedom but holds them hostage,
until they are but skeletons wrapped in flesh
bound to an addiction that knows no mercy.
Born free and yet shackled to starvation,
most babies will not see their adult years,
in third world counties,
WHO??? assigned that number,
are first world countries
better then these places,
just infants who in poverty are suffering,
they waste away, trapped in their bloated bodies,
that scream for food but end up eating dirt,
one shovelful at a time until they're left,
in shallow unmarked graves
that mark their passings.
"We wear the chains we forge in life,"
as Charles Dickens wrote,
But I believe no chain is
strong enough to hold a soul,
who puts up strong resistance,
to the wieght holding them down,
eventually they can break free,
except for tiny babies,
it's up to us to free the
innocent from evil's chains,
unlocking our potentials
to do good among the masses,
by severing the chains
that keep societies oppressed,
then link arms as one people,
in a loving, peaceful world
...more
4min
February 03, 2025 DEBONAIR IN THE FACE OF DESPAIR.-Version 2-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Debonair in the face of despair.
He was quite calm as death
slowly crept to his knees
his ten toes frozen solid
in the dark icy seas.
Then he gave up his life vest
to a young girl alarmed
running wild in a panic
with a baby in arms.
He gently took hold of
her arm on the deck,
never said more then
"Please,take mine,
flee from this wreck."
Then with strong arms
he guided her into a boat,
that was quite overfull,
but looked like it'd float.
Kissed the baby as a soft mist
formed over his eyes,
squeezed her arm
as they lowered her
whispering goodbyes.
Then he stood like a god
on the edge of a cloud,
letting others ease past him,
each one screaming so loud.
With a tip of his hat
he then wished her "Godspeed."
praying softly that the
lifeboat crews all would succeed.
Soon he sat in a deck chair
and wrote to his wife
as he smoked the
last "Lucky Strike"
That was anything
But that damned iceberg
and he briefly pondered
all the fond memories
of his short life.
When the water reached his lips,
he just breathed it in,
till the ship pulled him under
and silenced the din.
To the end a gentleman,
never given to panic,
with true class he met fate,
on the good ship "Titanic
Heroic stories
never grow old
And neither do
many of the heroes
They were written about
When one rises
in the face of death
and sacrifices his or her
Most precious lives
They will be remembered
As souls worth remembering
...more
4min
February 03, 2025 Debonair In The Face Of Despair. -by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Debonair in the face of despair.
He was quite calm as death
slowly crept to his knees
his ten toes frozen solid
in the dark icy seas.
Then he gave up his life vest
to a young girl alarmed
running wild in a panic
with a baby in arms.
He gently took hold of
her arm on the deck,
never said more then
"Please,take mine,
flee from this wreck."
Then with strong arms
he guided her into a boat,
that was quite overfull,
but looked like it'd float.
Kissed the baby as a soft mist
formed over his eyes,
squeezed her arm
as they lowered her
whispering goodbyes.
Then he stood like a god
on the edge of a cloud,
letting others ease past him,
each one screaming so loud.
With a tip of his hat
he then wished her "Godspeed."
praying softly that the
lifeboat crews all would succeed.
Soon he sat in a deck chair
and wrote to his wife
as he smoked the
last "Lucky Strike"
That was anything
But that damned iceberg
and he briefly pondered
all the fond memories
of his short life.
When the water reached his lips,
he just breathed it in,
till the ship pulled him under
and silenced the din.
To the end a gentleman,
never given to panic,
with true class he met fate,
on the good ship "Titanic
Heroic stories
never grow old
And neither do
many of the heroes
They were written about
When one rises
in the face of death
and sacrifices his or her
Most precious lives
They will be remembered
As souls worth remembering
...more
4min
February 03, 2025 Rip Chord To Freedom.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
I'm busting out
of your smothering love
sucking free air I've
been deprived of
these coiled springs
I'm stroking now
will set me free
some way
somehow
a leap of faith
across the stage
your gone forever,
feel my rage...
once a peg turned
tighter each day
you yanked my strings
blew me away
spanged like a stretch of
bad luck across
all of my frets
I paid the cost
I've broken free of you
so let's crawl out from under
and just forget.
You screwed me out
and screwed me in
so many ways
I can't begin
to come undone
but I'll become
a loose cog sprung
and ever oh so
righteous flung
my evil grin
distorts my skin,
your sins all end
where my song begins
I walked on out
that fucking door
escaping from
your vast before
don't want your
loving anymore
you cling like static
fritz my hair
set hearts to angst
be gone, beware
I am a changed man
I've become
a breathing, strong
unsmothered one
I'll pick and choose
the sex machines,
that keep me wet
and hard and lean
don't want no overkill
it's cruel
I'm done being
a womans tool
to overuse to fill her needs
your heart is broke
I'll watch it bleed
find someone else
to feed upon,
your smothered love
from dusk till dawn
...more
4min
February 03, 2025 MISS TAKEN. -Version 2-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
You are the candle
in my hollowed out heart,
burning bright through
my hand carved face of despair.
You set the gleam in my eyes
and then snuffed my soul
with the cold blow
of rejection.
But the flame burns on,
sparks of passion
re-ignited it.
If I can't have you,
then I will haunt you.
I will lie next to you
in the wee hours and
rumple your forehead
with worrisome fears.
I will shadow your
lovers to come
with cold chills at the
touch of your lips.
I will possess them
when they possess you
and split the night
with a bit of my spirit
impaled deeply
in your flesh.
I will drive you
to join me
on the darkest side
where you will
desire the comfort
of one who knows
death's realm.
I am standing
behind you now
as you read these word.
Remember me??
Most likely not,
you set aside old love
like tight shoes,
and dance barefoot through
new pastures of love.
I will dismember you
bit by bit,
setting a candle
in your heart
carving a face of woe
on it's plump
still quivering mass,
and we will be
together in spirit
in more ways then
those cliche
...more
4min
February 03, 2025 MISS TAKEN.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
Miss Taken.
You are the candle
in my hollowed out heart,
burning bright through
my hand carved face of despair.
You set the gleam in my eyes
and then snuffed my soul
with the cold blow
of rejection.
But the flame burns on,
sparks of passion
re-ignited it.
If I can't have you,
then I will haunt you.
I will lie next to you
in the wee hours and
rumple your forehead
with worrisome fears.
I will shadow your
lovers to come
with cold chills at the
touch of your lips.
I will possess them
when they possess you
and split the night
with a bit of my spirit
impaled deeply
in your flesh.
I will drive you
to join me
on the darkest side
where you will
desire the comfort
of one who knows
death's realm.
I am standing
behind you now
as you read these word.
Remember me??
Most likely not,
you set aside old love
like tight shoes,
and dance barefoot through
new pastures of love.
I will dismember you
bit by bit,
setting a candle
in your heart
carving a face of woe
on it's plump
still quivering mass,
and we will be
together in spirit
in more ways then
...more
4min
February 01, 2025 HERO-ROVICS.-by- Matthew F. Blowers III
He-rover-ics.
The dog was dead
even a blind man would've
smelled the blood and entrails
splayed over the road
in multi-colored confetti
one blank eye staring
at a tree it loved to pee on
the spirit gone to that
great fire hydrant in the sky
The car sat about
twenty seven feet away
it's skid marks closely matching
the ones left in the drivers boxers
heart still hammering
over the soft sounds of sobbing
to the rear of his bumper
that lived up to it's name.
The toddler stood on stubby legs
shaken but very much alive
wrapped in the flesh
of her mom who bathed her
in comforting kisses
Just five minutes ago
she had darted into the road
in front of the approaching car
and the dog without hesitation
dashed out and pushed her
hard with his nose to safety
as the auto in the very
next instant crushed him
The neighbors softly wept over
his He-Rover-ics until
the toddlers father
gently cradled the dogs remains
in the lap of a shovel
and buried him with grateful sighs
in the backyard rose garden
...more
4min
February 01, 2025 SUCK IT UP !-by-Matthew F. Blowers III
Suck it up
When life sucks,
make misery your lollipop.
Suckle the sorrow
savor the pain,
let it's burning red flavor,
still your tongue and
drive you to write a poem.
Even if apathy sucks
Who the hell cares
Misery deserves company
Make all those around you
Endure your pain.
Let stress caress
your innermost rage,
then verbalize it,
capture it
on a web page.
Some of the greatest
works of man
came from the hardest
most depressing times
of thier lives.
Whenever they were down
Whatever made them down
They wrote it down
And then wrote it up
and let it go.
Commit suicide on paper
with razor sharp wit drawn
decisively
across onionskin.
Bleed out your need,
and feed the read,
till dangling participles
render you into peaces
you have never known.
For whatever has been
sub-tracted from your life,
let add-jectives fill the gaps,
let pro-nouns uplift you,
and then share your pain.
The world is full of
people agonizing
over their lives
looking for answers.
Make then feel better,
by the magnitude
of your suffering,
easing their own,
they will applaud you.
With out- standing ovations
Then watch depression fade
in the flesh on flesh
staccata rhythms that
your angst has wrought
You will feel that smile
That seemingly endless grin
Spread across your dour face
And break into delightful laughter
It is the evolutionary path
Of angst into joy
It turns humans humane
Suck it up and then
Savor the flavors of bliss
Calming your rage
As you giggle and
turn the page. ..........
...more
4min
February 01, 2025 An April Flower Blooming. -by- Matthew F. Blowers III
April Flower Blooming.
She sat in the gazebo
creating a centerpiece
lovelier than all of God's flowers,
framed in cedar like rare art,
she was the pink of perfection,
in the sublime atmosphere
of April's warmth,
I stood concealed
some distance away
breathless at her beauty
as she read the note I had
tucked into the rafters.
Too shy to hand deliver it at thirteen
my most unlucky year,
but I was sure that was
all soon to change.
earlier today I had left
her a previous note.
by her lunch tray at school,
when she went to get another milk.
It told her how much I secretly
admired her and that I would reveal
who I was in another note at the gazebo
that set dead center
in the town square.
I asked her to hang a scarf
over the railing
if she thought I was worthy
of pursuing her affection.
I saw her smile shyly that afternoon
and now she was here at the gazebo,
her lovely eyelashes downcast to read
my words of passion for her.
When she was done,
she started to leave
and my heart wrenched
like a wrung out sponge,
my tongue dried to
the roof of my palette,
but then she turned
and opened her purse
and pulled out many colored scarves,
which she hung up brightly
over the railings
and the latticework of that gazebo.
When she was finished
she sat primly and waited
as I sheepishly came forward
to take her hand,
and then I walked that day in the park
with a dream I thought I had little chance
of seeing realized in those spring breezes
of my thirteenth year back when hope
was on fire in my soul
...more
4min

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