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Some Thoughts On Beauty

Some Thoughts On Beauty.

Beauty weakens a man’s knees and strengthens a woman's confidence. It can brighten the despair of a cancer ward with a single flower or mark the passing of love with bouquet on a graves.

It is a humble dandelion in the midst of acres of cracked asphalt or a tiny ballerina on a vast stage... in front of a huge crowd all dancing vicariously with her in their own klutzy souls. There is no water on the moon... but you can find the moon on the water..... There is no love without mutual agreement but you can find mutual agreement with love..... kissing under the stars is so invigorating.. but feeling like a star after kissing is also a stellar moment.

Age does not erase what is beautiful if what is beautiful reclaims what has aged. Like a tulip that withers and dies And then returns the next year as lovely as before, Like an old man laughing with joy at a toddler one can still see the toddler in his aging eyes. We become the bland fodder of God yet God is Our father and he is anything but bland. He planted us with perfection in the womb, But slowly the flavors of life leech out of us so he gives us the seasons to spice and enhance our lives..... Winters to preserve us and allow us to sit and contemplate all that has yet been done Springs to experience re-growth and bloom brighter each year... Summers to frolic and dance in the fields of his wonders, and the fall to remind us that we are not immortal... That soon we too shall tumble from the tree of life and be scattered across the endless void.... only to re-bloom elsewhere if we have colored our world with his love....

When we die we will take ] the loves of many with us and leave so much love behind and that is the most beautiful thing of all....

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Matthew F. Blowers III ©-Fall-2013- Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

My Stationary Friend.

Ever since I was a little boy you've been faithfully there for me, and though you've changed in size like I did we both share such history,

Mom loved me most... to you and back, she'd whisper it nightly, and ever since she died, you remind me.... of her love eternally.

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I've kissed some lovely girls, after bringing them home, where your watchful face beneath a curtain of dark was my favorite chaperon.

I've walked so many Moon rivers, I've devoured moon pies, and hated lonely nights I've spent, but you were always there with memories to share, my stationary friend.

Though many men have walked your hardened face, I've faced so many hard walks brightened by your grace, and the poet in me is always led to write, beneath your fingernail displays.

I've played in endless tides that only you could move in thrilling, monstrous waves, balanced precariously on surfboards, tempting fate on summer days.

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Many times I kissed a lovely girl, after I had brought her home, beneath a curtain of dark, where your watchful face, was my favorite chaperon,

I've walked so many Moon rivers, I've devoured moon pies, and hated lonely nights I've spent, but you were always there with memories to share, my stationary friend.

When it comes my time to slip away through the inkwell death will bring, you'll be my nightlight...... guiding me to heaven's realms, when my soul at last takes wing,

And I'll blow a kiss to your cratered face, shedding tears for all I leave behind, as you find a new child peeking up at you through that great window of time...... ....yeah, you'll find a new child peeking up at you... through that great window of time.

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio MFB III Productions-©`2013

You Who'd Dare To Walk Among Us.

In memory once more of the fallen, Godspeed to your heavenly rest. The finish line now is a place of peace where there will be no more suffering.

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You who'd dare to walk among us, maggots planting trash can bombs waging death for harmless runners in the Boston Marathon.

Ball-less cowards from a distance triggering remote controls, setting off two huge explosions, demons with no human souls.

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Now you'll be the one's left running, in a marathon you'll lose, all America comes gunning ways to blast you from your shoes,

We have faced such sick destruction, and we've traced it to its cause, Tim McVay in Oklahoma, perished for his useless cause.

When you kill an eight year old. the rage increases tenfold times butcher women, wound policemen, you'll pay severely for your crimes.

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Now you'll be the one's left running, in a marathon you'll lose, all America comes gunning ways to blast you from your shoes,

We have faced such sick destruction, we have traced it to its cause, Tim McVay in Oklahoma, perished for his useless cause.

God, I wish for just one hour, in a room where you are hung, blowtorching every sick inch of you quite slowly.... for the things you've done.

Then I'd feed you to a hog pen, pity the hogs for tainted meat, God damn the men that set you on us, this time around they will be beat.

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Now you'll be the one's left running, in a marathon you'll lose, all Americans are gunning ways to blast you from your shoes,

We have faced such sick destruction, we have traced it to its cause, science will quite soon undo you, then you'll face death's eager maw.

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio MFB III Productions-©-2013

We need to become as barbaric as those who are seeking to destroy us, one precious life at a time. We need no mercy, no appeals, just instant annihilation, when the DNA proves their guilt.

Summer Rose.

Summer Rose.

She was a Summer rose and I was just the thorns, beneath her lovely face, always gazing upward with a pointed look, at her beauty and grace, hidden beneath her leaves when she'd fade away in the wintertime, left with little to stem the cold and loneliness when she was no longer mine....

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But Summer Roses and thorns were never meant to be romantically inclined, A rose will brighten the day A thorn keeps others away, to let her beauty shine.

Seems it's always that way often our dreams make us pay, with love that cannot be, too often I've been that thorn, left all alone and forlorn with something less rosy.

Summer roses often fall in love with a bee who helps them pollinate, but when his love takes his fill he buzzes off at his will to find another lovely mate... while the stinger he carried was hoping he could tarry in the sweet perfume she wore, even nature knows heartbreak when it's forced to forsake the Summer it adored.

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Summer Roses and thorns were never meant to be romantically inclined, A rose will brighten the day A thorn keeps others away, to let her beauty shine.

Seems it's always that way often our dreams make us pay, with love that cannot be, too often I've been that thorn, left all alone and forlorn with something less rosy.

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio MFB III Productions.-(c)-2013

Winsome Child.

Winsome Child.

The last time that I came to visit at an old friend's house, I noticed that his daughter was as timid as a mouse, she had always been a winsome child, just as precious as can be, but what I was now observing, it made no damn sense to me?

Cause every time he spoke to her she'd wince a little bit, Whenever he was near her she would cringe like she'd been hit, there was terror in her blue eyes that I knew did not belong, fear I'd seen so many other times in families all gone wrong.

I'd been in the Marine corps with the military police, and I'd busted several men who liked to take their liberties, using their own family members to hurt any who displeased... so when she went up to go to bed, I brought him to his knees.

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Winsome Child.... trapped in a life defiled by your Daddies fists/lust? gone wild,-(not sure on that choice?) time can never erase, all the battles you've faced... but perhaps you'll win some now.

I hit key spots that weakened him, his face it questioned why? but I had no words to speak to him, till I'd let all my rage fly.

Then I looked him in the eyes and said, "I know what you have done, you've been beating up your daughter, Man, I wish I had my gun."

His face lost all it's color, and he offered no defense, cause I'd spent that night surrounded by his damning evidence,

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His winsome Child, trapped in a life defiled, by her daddies fists gone wild, time can never erase, all the battles she'd faced, but I know she'll win some now....

Then I promised him that I'd be back to check on her each day, and I'd put his foul flesh in the ground, if she's hurt in any way.

Then I called up social services, and I bent some ladies ear, while he lay cringing on the floor hoping I would not come near,

Then I kicked him where it hurt the most, yelling "I hope I've made it clear, if your daughter suffers anymore.. you're just gonna disappear."

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Winsome Child.... trapped in a life defiled by your Daddies fists gone wild, time can never erase, all the battles you've faced... but I know you'll win some now... yeah for sure, you'll win some now..... winsome child.....

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio MFB III Productions-©-2013

For all the abused children both physically and sexually Godspeed to a complete healing....

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.

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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.

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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.....

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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......

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio MFB III Productions- (c)-2013-by the grace of God.

Let's Kiss Each Chance We Get.

Let's kiss, each chance we get, it's an act we won't regret, long after lips are chapped with age, and love has bookmarked our last page, we'll still remember it.

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True love requires taste and touch, a feast that two can hold, with hints of perfume in the air, as whispered sighs unfold, our eyes are windows to our soul, such views never grow old, any other love is senseless .....Truth be told.

Let's hold hands everywhere we go, a bond we won't deny, for far too soon fingers will part, laid reverently over our hearts, though love will never die...

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True love requires taste and touch, a feast that two can hold, with hints of perfume in the air, as whispered sighs unfold, our eyes are windows to our soul, such views never grow old, any other love is senseless .....Truth be told.

Let's talk each day 'bout anything, communicating passion, not on cell phones or texted words, but something more old fashioned,

A face to face conversing gazing in each other's eyes, just savoring the words we've shared, with more memorable replies.

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True love requires taste and touch, a feast that two can hold, with hints of perfume in the air, as whispered sighs unfold, our eyes are windows to our soul, such views never grow old, any other love is senseless .....Truth be told.

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio MFB III Productions-(c)-2013

Just Fragments.

Just fragments through life's cataracts, that misty glass of time, reflections of a place long past true views no longer mine.

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That summer sheen on corn silk hair, a spot of gold now blurred, carnation pink lips bent to kiss, now wistfully obscured.... there is no lens designed to bend and clarify my view, time has erased your lovely face, and left me without you.

That long dark tunnel years poured down, kaleidoscoped in grief, I'm just an old man peering back, at bits and piece wreathed, beauty I can't release.

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That summer sheen on corn silk hair, a spot of gold now blurred, carnation pink lips bent to kiss, now wistfully obscured.... there is no lens designed to bend and clarify my view, time has erased your lovely face, and left me without you.

My world's gone gray its granite face, is etched with letters hewn, on polished stone, near flowers grown, left planted at your tomb.

That summer sheen on corn silk hair, a spot of gold now blurred, carnation pink lips bent to kiss, now wistfully obscured.... there is no lens designed to bend and clarify my view, time has erased your lovely face, and left me without you. Time has erased your lovely face, but I will join you soon.......

Art~Whimsically Yours studio MFB III Productions-(c)-2013

Carousel!

Hey Babe, I'm thinking it's time that we climb on what's left us spinning in the back of our minds that carousel of love, we've been dreaming of, and leave our loneliness far behind.

Let's take that magical flight, that's full of dizzy delights, and face the ups and downs it brings, no more waiting in lines I'm sure it's finally time, for us to share some golden rings.

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Love is a carnival shared by two hearts, That rush that you feel when it’s Tilt-Your-World starts, butterflies in your stomach when it’s Ferris Wheel arcs, cotton candy soft kisses as we Laugh-In-The-Dark…

Wrapped around you like taffy on that Scrambler we’ll ride, pressed together as one… where no passions denied, then we’ll stroll down the midway in a romantic trance, winning all we desire in love’s sweet games of chance…

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Love is a carnival shared by two hearts, That rush that you feel when it’s Tilt-Your-World starts, butterflies in your stomach when it’s Ferris Wheel arcs, cotton candy soft kisses as we Laugh- In- The- Dark….

We’ll have our palms read and get our fortune’s told, She’ll promise us love till we both have grown old, Then we walk to my car, hand in hand where we’ll spend, Warm moments together shared as lover’s and friends.

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Love is a carnival shared by two hearts, That rush that you feel when it’s Tilt-Your-World starts, butterflies in your stomach when it’s Ferris Wheel arcs, cotton candy soft kisses as we Laugh- In- The- Dark…. ……..Cotton candy soft kisses .....as we laugh in the dark.

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio MFB III Productions-(c)-2013

Doorways.

Doorways.

I was standing in my doorway in 2013, looking out across a landscape that I've so often seen, land that is my own...land that I call home....

Thinking back to a day when I was just a teen, looking out through a doorway, in a distant daydream, back at my old home...in the place I had grown.

And I found my "old" self wishing that this door where I stood could become some kind of portal, made of magical wood where I could step back through, to a much younger view.

Life is a series of doorways we close, that can't be re-opened when their shut I suppose, they're sealed up tight holding memories, with windows that can only give us blurry peeks,

Love's left behind, and cherished folks that we've lost, are on the other side that we can't cross, until our final passing grants us a key, and we revisit places we've longed to be...

I remember a door from a long time ago, where my mother stood and she bid me go, off to kindergarten with tears in her eyes, as the bus pulled up and we said our goodbyes.

Then I remember a doorway in a funeral home, Where I had to walk out and leave her all alone, but she'd all ready left, she was no longer there, she'd gone past heavens gates, to God's loving care.

Cherish each doorway that you pass through, take a long look back when you exit to, chances are you'll never pass that way again, be sure to leave behind, rooms that are full of friends,

Shut each door very quietly when you are mad, and whatever you do, don't leave someone sad, cause you might come back later to make things right to find that same door forever...simply locked up tight.

Life is a series of doorways we close, that can't be re-opened when their shut I suppose, they're sealed up tight holding memories, with windows that can only give us blurry peeks,

Love's left behind, and cherished folks that we've lost, are on the other side that we can't cross, until our final passing grants us a key, and we step through one more doorway to eternity....

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio MFB III Productions-(c)-2013

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