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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June 18, 2024 "Father Time Is A Cruel Reaper."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III
Father Time is the Reaper,
the stalker, the creeper
like a Mickey slipped into
your cup of life sipped.
stealing endless, lost chapters
of your life not yet writ,
he's a thirsty bookkeeper
and your dreams are his tit..
He shadows you daily,
like a demon, not frailly
even now he assails me,
it's his tocking that ails me.
He covers his face with
his hands trying to hide,
what little is left,
and what's gone…. you're denied.
Many Eons ago
where no time was kept,
the tribes were at peace,
with no schedules to sweat,
no alarms when they slept,
but when time came they wept.
First the sun dial
cast shadows that
shortened their days
lengthening into nightmares
disrupting their ways.
Just imagine if no one
had ever found time,
there would be no rush hours
all our lives lived sublime,
no appointments to meet,
when we got there
we got there,
no metronome beats
that at times we can't bear.
No re in re-lax
we'd be lax all the time,
but wait since there's no time,
I can't use that line.
Time to go would become,
why not stay, what's the hurry?
animals don't know time,
leaving them with no worry.
Time is our cruel slave master,
we work fast but that bastard,
demands even more,
happily never afters,
Death has no need for time,
He comes when he wants,
It’s our counting our days
That allows him to haunt.
All our birthdays are labels,
Baby toddler, child, teen,
Then adult, then a senior,
There’s so much in between.
Can’t we simply be humans?
Enjoying unlabeled names,
Let the years pass unnoticed
With everybody the same.
But Father Time won’t be fooled
For centuries he has ruled,
We are the puppets
he’s always schooled
When he grows bored...
we’re removed.
All the bings, bongs and gongs
All the rings and the bells,
Are just nervous ticks hammering
That keep us locked in his Hell.
So take some sheer
un-timed pleasure,
In doing nothing at all,
You’ll see how lovely life can be,
When second hands cannot fall….
Across your face so relaxed,
Abandon that human race,
To keep up with times urgings
At such an ungodly pace.
I think you might like that place…..
I think you might like that palce.......
Magnificent Music Composed &
Played by-Chris Bright--©-2012
Lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by-Matthew F. Blowers III --©-2024
Photo Credit to: unsplash.com
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June 18, 2024 "In Potters Fields. "-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III
In Potter's Fields.
She walks through the clouds
a late night mist......
among the many gravestones
in that cememtery
where she cannot rest.....
Ever since that sunny day
when fate came her way...
it brought her sheer loneliness.....
You see, she was
just passing through
a very small town,
she was crossing the street
when a truck turned the corner
and ran her down.
Now she's a restless soul
amidst the stones of those
unknown to her.....
some one had stolen her purse
the day before.....
and she never got home....
never got home.......
All across the U.S.A.
and all across the earth,
many souls are forced to wander
(their graveyards)
far from the place of their birth,
hoping someday, someone
will come and uncover
who they really were,
while they lie in their
unmarked graves till.....
Resurrection occurs.......
Marvelous music composed &
played by-Chris Bright ©-2024
lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by-Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2024
Photo credit: public domain
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June 17, 2024 "Can't Find You Anymore."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III
I can find me in
all my Me-mories
But I can’t find
you anyplace
It’s far too painful
to go back through
all those moments I’ve erased,
When you subtracted
The girl from friend,
Adding new woes
to my woman,
you chose the over
found in lovert,
and left me only
L to face.
Chorus-
I’ve got amnesia
It’s anesthesia
For the loss
of love so true
I plead dementia
at any mention of
the reasons why
you left me blue,
it’s academic
I’m anorexic,
I can no longer
Stomach you,
My forgiveness
has worn thin
and my forgetfulness
will see me through.
I’ll avoid the places
we once went,
I’ll roam some
other towns to find,
another pretty girl
to rock my world,
with a love
so sweet and kind,
you won’t haunt
my dreams
cause all my dreams
were about you
and you took
them all away,
so I’ll be sleeping
like a baby,
until the sunrise
each day…..
I’ve got amnesia
It’s anesthesia
For the loss
of love so true
I plead dementia
at any mention of
the reasons why
you left me blue,
it’s academic
I’m anorexic,
I can no longer
Stomach you,
My forgiveness
has worn thin
and my forgetfulness
will see me through.
Superb Music Composed
& Played by Chris Bright-©-2024
Lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by-Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2024
photo credit to: unsplash.com
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June 17, 2024 Pretty Lady -by Chris bright & Matthew F, Blowers III
Pretty Lady.
Pretty lady
could you just glance my way
I’ve been captured by your beauty
for quite some time now
as I sit here and pray,
that you’ll take notice of me
then I’ll come over and see….
if love’s a possibility?
This bar is empty tonight
but it’s full of you
I’ve been coming here often
hoping some gal will soften
my heart with a love that’s true…
Loneliness sells you blues
and I’ve been paying my dues
with cold beers and a bottle of booze.
Chorus-
And I can see you’ve
been sitting there
nursing your drink,
like a terminal patient
who is on the brink
of eternity…..
while I’m wishing that,
that drink was me….
We only get so many chances
for some sweet romances
then we all get old,
send me a smile before
the night gets cold
before the night gets cold……
Lovely lady,
Could you see fit to look my way
Before the last call’s addressed,
and we face the smallness
of another lonely day,
While I sit here and hope,
the God’s will throw me a rope,
that will lead me to your loveliness
rather than more nights of loneliness.
Chorus-
Cause I can see you’re
still sitting there
nursing your drink,
like a terminal patient
who is on the brink
of eternity…..
while I’m still wishing
that drink was me….
We only get so many chances
for some sweet romances
then we all get old,
send me a smile before
the night gets cold
before the night gets cold……
pretty lady….pretty lady…pretty lady.
Sweet Music Composed &
played by Chris Bright-©-2014
Lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2014
photo credit to: unsplash.com
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June 17, 2024 "A Southern Man's, Northern Wail."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III
Those endless shadowed ribbons
from the telephone wires,
lie tattooed across the road
on which I ride,
Still waiting for your call,
it never came your time's expired,
cause I'm tired of chasing love
that's been denied.
Those southern states are calling me,
I've turned off my cell phone,
I'm going back to a place I know
I'll never be alone.
Chorus-
Cause I'm tired of all those
Yankee women yanking on my chain,]
I'm off to find a Georgia peach
to help me ease my pain,
immersed in southern comfort,
I'll be a rebel with a cause,
sharing black-eyed peas,
served on pretty knees,
in the shade of Spanish moss......
Bridge-
I spent years down in Savannah,
strolling River street each night,
with it's endless parade
of southern babes
all looking to delight,
any local boy who was born and raised
in a well-bred family,
and since my Dad owned 3 plantations
all those girls just wanted me.
The moonlight cast reflective gleams
on the puddles I pass by,
but I'm sure they're all much damper
then any tears that grace your eyes,
I gave you every chance
to share romance
till I though I would explode,
then I left without a second glance
headed home on Southern roads,
Chorus-
Cause I'm tired of all those
Yankee women yanking on my chain,]
I'm off to find a Georgia peach
to help me ease my pain,
immersed in southern comfort,
I'll be a rebel with a cause,
sharing black-eyed peas,
served on pretty knees,
in the shade of Spanish moss......
in the shade of Spanish moss......
Marvelous music composed &
played by-Chris Bright ©-2024
lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by-Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2024
photo by: pixabay.com
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June 16, 2024 "Hugging Those Double Yellow Lines." -by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III
Out on the road,
hugging those double yellow lines,
no more clinging to the memories
of your love left behind,
I'm done with making passes
trying to get back to you,
don't plan on yielding my heart
until I find love that's true.
Chorus~
I'm heading... to whatever side of misery
won't require that I waste my time on you and me
whether the Colorado Rockies or some place by the sea,
I'm gonna find myself some happiness and just let you be.
I got me a U-Haul that I'm towing behind.
every mile that I drive helps Haul-U out of my mind,
every city I pass and all that space in between
offers me some sweet shelter from the pain of lost dreams.
Chorus~
I'm heading... to whatever side of misery
won't require that I waste my time on you and me
whether Tijuana, Mexico or Boston for tea,
I'm gonna find myself some happiness
and just let you be.
Bridge-
So when you find that note
that I left you to read,
don't call me on my cell phone
with your false sense of need,
I gave you every chance,
you watched me beg and plead,
But I wish you well in finding love
and hope you succeed...
Chorus-
I'm heading....to whatever side of misery
won't require that I waste my time on you and me
whether New York City or a Florida beach,
I sympathize with your sorrow,
But I can't be reached.
Cause I'm out on the road,
hugging those double yellow lines,
ain't got time for more clinging
to a love left behind,
I'm done with making passes
trying to get back to you,
don't plan on yielding my heart
until I find love that's true.
I won't be yielding my heart...
till I find love that's true.
Incredible Music Composed &
Played by Chris Bright--©-2024
Lyrtics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2024
Photo by: unsplash.com
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4min
June 16, 2024 "The Answer Is Love."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III
The Answer Is Love..
I Know it's not easy
to be in your shoes
Your family has often
forbidden you views
and you've cried on my shoulder
cause things have been bad
and it hurt my heart deeply
to see you so sad,
I've seen how defeat
often caused you to hurt,
by dragging your dreams
from the stars to the dirt,.
and that freedom you seek
just keeps slipping away,
cause employment is low
and the jobs just don't pay,
I've lain awake nights
with these thoughts on my mind,
wishing for some sure ways
just to help you unwind
but always I hear that
sweet whisper above,
"The problems aren't hopeless,
The answer is love."
Well, I can't wear your shoes,
but I can walk beside you
though I can't make your family
give back what's denied you,
But my shoulder is there to
help hide your sorrows
and my heart will be with you
a million tomorrows,
I've fought off defeat
and I'll help to fight for you,
your dreams mean so much
girl, because I adore you,
if you step forth courageously
freedom will find you,
and patience will put
unemployment behind you
I'll share some nights with you
before I must sleep.
but if my love can't help,
then remember to keep
your ears always tuned to
that whisper above,
"The problems aren't hopeless
The Answer Is Love.
Brilliant Music Composed &
Played by-Chris Bright-©-2024
Lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung by
Matthew F. Blowers III- ©-2024 at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Photo credit to: unsplash.com
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June 15, 2024 "Ashes."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III
I love to sit outside and watch the rain
turning my world of pain into a blur...
praying for thunderous damnation
and a lightning bolts cremation,
a most fitting end for me I must concur.
Cause my thunderous damnation's
in a far off distant nation,
left a burning cavity
where children were.
When a target I mismanaged,
caused what's called
collateral damage,
and then an I.E.D.
disrupted my third tour.
I am only half a man,
in this wheelchair where I am,
left with little hope
to have a normal life,
all I knew below my waist,
has been permanently erased...
and I face no chance to
ever have a wife.
So I sit here unemployed
hoping that God will redeploy
me from this world that offers
nothing but a void....
haunted daily by the facts,
I killed children in an act,
of war that left pure
innocence destroyed.
There are many just like me,
home from war and doomed to be,
object lessons that nobody cares to see,
from that ugly side of war,
each left to wallow evermore
in the price we paid to
keep our nation free.
If I could only lose myself
in a job that I can't find,
I might be able to
contribute something more,
but I've spent four years chasing that,
offering little more than half,
of a young man whose
grown desperate and poor.
And so I sit outside and watch the rain
turning my world of pain into a blur...
praying for thunderous damnation
and a lightning bolts cremation,
a most fitting end for me I must concur.
Marvelous music composed &
played by-Chris Bright ©-2024
lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by-Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2024
photo credit to: Getty images
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June 14, 2024 "Love Is So Kind To The Lonely."-by Magi©ian™ & Matthew F. Blowers III
"Love Is So Kind To The Lonely."-by Magi©ian™ & Matthew F. Blowers III by Art~Whimsically Yours
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June 14, 2024 "I Am The Alamo."-by Magi©ian™ & Matthew F. Blowers III
I Am The Alamo.
San Antonio still holds the ruins
of a tragic battle fought,
where 300 men
gave up their precious lives,
for independence that they sought.
And the odds they faced were staggering
outnumbered 3,000 to one,
but their spirits never wavered
until they fell beneath the guns.
Chorus-
I am the Alamo
I am the last man standing
behind the walls you chose to build,
but I'll go down fighting
never understanding
why our love is unfulfilled.
Like a Mexican standoff
we are at an impasse,
you've chosen to be my stalemate.
cause you hold a fear of becoming commited,
but I'll sit right here and wait.
Chorus-
I am the Alamo
I am the last man standing
behind the walls you chose to build,
but I'll go down fighting
never understanding
why our love is unfulfilled.
I've surrendered all that I have to give,
I've raised a white flag to your love,
So if you ever decide you need somebody to share,
I'll give you all you're dreaming of.
Chorus-
I am the Alamo
I am the last man standing
behind the walls you chose to build,
but I'll go down fighting
never understanding
why our love is unfulfilled.
Why our love can't be fulfilled.
Beautiful music Composed &
Played by-Magi©ian™-©-2024
Lyrics & Vocals Written & sung at-
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio by-
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2024
Photo credit to unsplash.com
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