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A Tribute To The Late, Great David Bowie.

A Tribute To David Bowie….

"Fame…Fame…Fame…Fame… Fame…Fame…Fame….Fame… Faaaaa-aaaayyy-aayyyy-aayyy-ayyy-ame!"

Fame has lost its claim On another well known name, And it’s a tragic shame, So many decades of sweet magic But we keep losing all those classics and death’s to blame…. and it cuts through our souls Like a Bowie Knife David past away on a Sunday Night….. perhaps he’ll find ..."Life On Mars." somewhere beyond earth’s stars, find universal acclaim.

He’s :...'turned to face the Strange Chhh-chh-chh Changes" death arranged He’s "Ziggy Stardust" now, He’s now "The Man Who Fell From Earth." Back to the time before his birth, I can almost hear him say “Wow!” As he teaches all the aliens style……

His "Golden Years "...are Dust, Cancer claimed him so unjust After an 18 month fight, "The Next Day"…left us emptied "All The Young Dudes"…will mourn his loss "Wild Is The Wind"…. that gave him flight.

Fame has lost its claim On another well known name, And it’s a tragic shame, So many decades of sweet magic But we keep losing all those classics and death’s to blame…. and it cuts through our souls like a Bowie Knife David past away on a Sunday Night….. perhaps he’ll find "Life On Mars." somewhere beyond earth’s stars, find universal acclaim.

But he won’t be back again Just another "Space Oddity" Touring planets that he’s yet to see Now that his soul’s set free From all who loved him here Eternally…………..

Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2015

The Day Peace Died.

The Day Peace Died.

On nine..one..one two thousand one when acts of terror made blood run in planes and in the Pentagon and in Twin Towers now both gone many trembling fingers dialed this date of Nine...one...one then met their fate ~ How ironic that this day of grief was nine...one...one beyond belief that numbers meant to bring relief are now marked with tears and funeral wreaths ~ The chaos on Flight 93 met by uncommon bravery one hostage spoke of votes they'd made to fight their captors unafraid they knew their plane was set to wound their nation soon it'd be their tomb just citizens yet unabashed they faced sharp blades and flesh was slashed then in the struggles that ensued they crashed and died as heros true because each person fought and won that plane never made Washington ~ In New York City living hell Twin towers smashed then burned then fell of those who went to work that day thousands of souls were swept away ~ Three hundred fire fighters came policemen too answered the calls they dashed up stairs and into flames and perished in the towers falls unselfishly they ran each one responding to those nine...one..ones they breathed their last yet still they tried on nine...one...one when angels cried ~ Inside the Pentagon there came an act of war to kill and maim not bullets or a rockets flame this missile a civilian plane ~ the death tolls rose an awesome tide their world's collapsed nowhere to hide from madmen bent on suicide ~ Facing sure death no place to run they dialed the numbers nine...one...one with brave goodbyes escapes denied with courage and American pride on nine...one...one

"The Day Peace died."

© Matthew F.Blowers III - October 2001- Art-Whimsically Yours Studio In remembrance of all of those innocent who perished.

Fame's Tedious Climbs

Fame's Tedious Climbs. I've fallen far too many times but I always get up again, and I just turn to plug those holes and canyons that I have stumbled in, I'm using all the stumbling blocks of failure, that made my chances weak, I'm gonna build myself a mountain, then climb up to its peak, high above my endless struggling "The whole world is gonna hear me sing!". Chorus- Cause there's nothing horizontal about success unless it's in your dreams it's all vertical from the bottom up in a climb that's quite extreme, so many talented folks just plummet before they even reach the summit, the paths to happiness are littered with what's left of all of those who fell with anguished screams. And If I fall again on my final try, tumbling back to my humble world Just dig a hole and bury me, in that place where I was hurled, then raise a marker over me with a few words that will say:: "Here lies a music man, his guitar in his hands, who never quit......... cause he was born to play." . Chorus- There ain't nothing horizontal about success except in dreams it's all vertical from the bottom up in a climb that's quite extreme, so many talented folks just plummet before they even reach the summit, the paths to happiness are littered with what's left of all of those who fell with anguished screams. Art~Whimsically Yours studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2015 Image from Cliparts.co

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