by- Matthew F. Blowers III

Celestial FrIend.

Can I just bleed for you each time cause I know that you've been hurting, Bear every need for you defined by your life that's grown uncertain, fill up your soul with seeds of perfect love...... till that hope you need just bursts.... into reality, why don't you let me be, that cure for what you thirst.

Chorus-

I am the God who formed you in the womb, like my son I'll raise you from your tomb, but there's so much room that waits between those points of time, for you to strive until you tire, then I'll reach down and lift you higher, as long as you are mine..... Mortal and God combined.....

I need to hear your prayers, wailed from the darkness shared in a world gone mad, I can do little till you exercise free will, calling for my help there, Because you know that I've healed lepers and raised Lazarus from the dead, you've heard those stories as a little child have faith in what was said.... nothing else can compare.

Chorus-

I am the God who formed you in the womb, like my son I'll raise you from your tomb, but there's so much room that waits between those points of time, for you to strive until you tire, then I'll reach down and lift you higher, as long as you are mine..... Mortal and God combined.....

Bridge-

Just find some quiet time ask for my love divine, and I will be in you.... bless be the ties that bind... Mortal and God combined, My strength in all you do....

I am the God who formed you in the womb, like my son I'll raise you from your tomb, but there's so much room that waits between those points of time, for you to strive until you tire, then I'll reach down and lift you higher, as long as you are mine..... Mortal and God combined..... As long as you are mine

by- Matthew F. Blowers III

Celestial FrIend.

Can I just bleed for you each time cause I know that you've been hurting, Bear every need for you defined by your life that's grown uncertain, fill up your soul with seeds of perfect love...... till that hope you need just bursts.... into reality, why don't you let me be, that cure for what you thirst.

Chorus-

I am the God who formed you in the womb, like my son I'll raise you from your tomb, but there's so much room that waits between those points of time, for you to strive until you tire, then I'll reach down and lift you higher, as long as you are mine..... Mortal and God combined.....

I need to hear your prayers, wailed from the darkness shared in a world gone mad, I can do little till you exercise free will, calling for my help there, Because you know that I've healed lepers and raised Lazarus from the dead, you've heard those stories as a little child have faith in what was said.... nothing else can compare.

Chorus-

I am the God who formed you in the womb, like my son I'll raise you from your tomb, but there's so much room that waits between those points of time, for you to strive until you tire, then I'll reach down and lift you higher, as long as you are mine..... Mortal and God combined.....

Bridge-

Just find some quiet time ask for my love divine, and I will be in you.... bless be the ties that bind... Mortal and God combined, My strength in all you do....

I am the God who formed you in the womb, like my son I'll raise you from your tomb, but there's so much room that waits between those points of time, for you to strive until you tire, then I'll reach down and lift you higher, as long as you are mine..... Mortal and God combined..... As long as you are mine

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Velvety hammer

Be still my pounding heart,

you deafen me

when I am near her,

you send my senses reeling,

almost breathless......

I cannot speak.

I fear you might

just rollover,

spasm and die,

were I to ever kiss her.

Practice some calmness,

oh, velvety hammer,

at banging my sternum,

I fear she might hear you,

and if I ever

actually meet her,

please do not be a met-ronome,

tick-tock -tick- tock- tick

lest we attempt to talk,

and your actions tick her off.

Also on the same note,

your increased activity

sends far too much of

a volume of blood,

to places it shouldn't

when I am around her.

How untidy I look with

my shirt pulled out,

and that funny walk

you force on me.

So please,

be still my pounding heart,

a casual lub-dub lub-dub,

will do just fine.

Save the drama for when she is,

truly, at long last in my arms,

then flail away in there,

let her know how much I care,

let her feel how much she moves me

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Velvety hammer

Be still my pounding heart,

you deafen me

when I am near her,

you send my senses reeling,

almost breathless......

I cannot speak.

I fear you might

just rollover,

spasm and die,

were I to ever kiss her.

Practice some calmness,

oh, velvety hammer,

at banging my sternum,

I fear she might hear you,

and if I ever

actually meet her,

please do not be a met-ronome,

tick-tock -tick- tock- tick

lest we attempt to talk,

and your actions tick her off.

Also on the same note,

your increased activity

sends far too much of

a volume of blood,

to places it shouldn't

when I am around her.

How untidy I look with

my shirt pulled out,

and that funny walk

you force on me.

So please,

be still my pounding heart,

a casual lub-dub lub-dub,

will do just fine.

Save the drama for when she is,

truly, at long last in my arms,

then flail away in there,

let her know how much I care,

let her feel how much she moves me

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Oh, I have dallied

in such wonderment,

lost in the study

shared between

four pupils entranced,

in the school of

life's denial.

Intense, merciless

longing like a soul

ripped wide, a wound

that would tickle

ever so gently

in her healing.

Lips that float

into my view like

stop signs

holding me back,

when all I want to do

is rush to them,

breaking rules so cruel,

that forbid the exposure

of what cannot be.

I am the empty

limbs of autumn,

the icicle tears

of winter,

the seed that lies

wasted on

barren ground

in the spring,

and the undulating

heat of August

rising over roads

never crossed.

All packaged in

the wrong flesh for her.

Would that it could be

unzipped, and

stripped away,

allowing me to slip

into the fortunate skin

of the one who will

know her love

at its finest.

Like a thin gruel

loneliness wallows

cold and tasteless,

in the bowl of my heart

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Oh, I have dallied

in such wonderment,

lost in the study

shared between

four pupils entranced,

in the school of

life's denial.

Intense, merciless

longing like a soul

ripped wide, a wound

that would tickle

ever so gently

in her healing.

Lips that float

into my view like

stop signs

holding me back,

when all I want to do

is rush to them,

breaking rules so cruel,

that forbid the exposure

of what cannot be.

I am the empty

limbs of autumn,

the icicle tears

of winter,

the seed that lies

wasted on

barren ground

in the spring,

and the undulating

heat of August

rising over roads

never crossed.

All packaged in

the wrong flesh for her.

Would that it could be

unzipped, and

stripped away,

allowing me to slip

into the fortunate skin

of the one who will

know her love

at its finest.

Like a thin gruel

loneliness wallows

cold and tasteless,

in the bowl of my heart

by- Matthew F. Blowers III

To win a woman's heart

Is like achieving the

pinnacle of love

And claiming the summit of

Of a plateau never reached

you can savor the relationship

after climbing out of

the valley of despair

That held you captive

To loneliness.

To keep a love that you cherish

You must cherish that love

Above all other things you love

Always putting your loves

Needs first and foremost

Then they will return

the favor tenfold

Love can only

create more love

Love can never create less

Failing to love enough

Is never enough love

For anyone to endure.

Love is contagious

You can spread it like honey

And everyone who catches it

Delights in it's sweetness

Love comes naturally

It cannot be forced

It grows huge

when it is nurtured

Love can be for everyone

And everyone has someone

Who could love them

But first they must

Find each other

Inorder to be lovers

So go forth and communicate

Your desires to be loved

And answers will find you

and eventually you will be loved

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Here I am sitting quite

happily at pool side

even though today's a little

on the cool side

But my goosebumps

Do not trouble me and

my mood is rather bubbly

As I watch a gal in front of me

Dressed in a skimpy, sexy bikini

other ladies criitque obscenely

Cause their own assets are more tiny

I always love the eye candy

That lovely gals parade for me

A vast array of women

That leave me hardly

ever swimming

I'd ask one for a date

But I've put that all behind me

Cause I'm not a perfect mate

You see I'M ALMOST NINETY.

I have passes to ten swimming pools

SO MUCH LOVE MY Long vacations

THEY CAN SEE I''M OLD

SO IF I DROOL they

understand .my situation,

I even think some of them flaunt their bods enhancing my imagination.

Cause at my age all that I have left

Is some mental masturbation

But they help ease my frustration

So if your getting up in years

Don't waste it drowning in your beer

Find swimming pools to be your tool

Then gaze at all that's beautiful

Enjoy the endless flesh parade

But don't get burnt sit in the shade

Sipping vodka and some lemon are

There no need to let

your sex dreams fade

Hide your hungry eyes

behind sun glasses,

and memorize all the well built lasses

Then as you lie prone

on your sad deathbed...

Think of those lovely

views inside your head

Till you head off to a heavenly pool

Where

bikini angels tread

by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Great sadness

brings me .....

bitter pills,

as I swallow

and then wallow

in thier overkill.

With so much more

I could have done

and so much left

I've yet begun,

plus all my unwritten

songs that never

will be sung,

and the hearts

I'd cherished

that never will be won.

Verse-

Kisses that I

failed to share,

and dreams I just

left lying there,

precious hopes

abandoned

everywhere,

leave me haunted

with despair....

If only I could trade the years,

that I have left to face my fears,

I'd go back to each place in time,

to seize those moments left behind.

to dance with possibilties,

that I once swore could never be,

my visions all at last appeased...

and all my lost dreams....reality.

reality......

We only get

four score and ten,

to wander paths

that twist and bend,

until at last

we finally reach that end,

to find that "life"

was our best friend.

Our best friend....

and perhaps upon

the other side,

we'll find all of our longings

left denied,

are waiting there

to be realized,

on Heavens shores,

uncompromised.

uncompromised.

My time on earth

is shorter then,

all of my failings

way back when,

I guess acceptance is the key

forgiving all I could not be.

there is so much I still can do,

till my soul sails beyond these blues...

beyond these blues...

there is always time

after life to finish what you left undone

by-Matthew F. Blowers IIIGreat sadness

brings me .....

bitter pills,

as I swallow

and then wallow

in thier overkill.

With so much more

I could have done

and so much left

I've yet begun,

plus all my unwritten

songs that never

will be sung,

and the hearts

I'd cherished

that never will be won.

Verse-

Kisses that I

failed to share,

and dreams I just

left lying there,

precious hopes

abandoned

everywhere,

leave me haunted

with despair....

If only I could trade the years,

that I have left to face my fears,

I'd go back to each place in time,

to seize those moments left behind.

to dance with possibilties,

that I once swore could never be,

my visions all at last appeased...

and all my lost dreams....reality.

reality......

We only get

four score and ten,

to wander paths

that twist and bend,

until at last

we finally reach that end,

to find that "life"

was our best friend.

Our best friend....

and perhaps upon

the other side,

we'll find all of our longings

left denied,

are waiting there

to be realized,

on Heavens shores,

uncompromised.

uncompromised.

My time on earth

is shorter then,

all of my failings

way back when,

I guess acceptance is the key

forgiving all I could not be.

there is so much I still can do,

till my soul sails beyond these blues...

beyond these blues...

there is always time

after life to finish what you left undone