by- Matthew F. Blowers III


Hearts Beat but shouldn't be beaten
by cruel words or false promises
hearts soar,  but shouldn't be crippled 
by the cut of shoulder 
blades making thier exit
A heart is a fragile thing 
like a tiny bird
cradled in the hand of a Gorilla
it can be crushed beyond repair.
In the hands of men and women
who are far more tender sadly
hearts can also be broken
every heart carries 
the scars from such
pummeling in the name 
of loves that
wither and die far too early
unfaithfulness is toxic 
to a loving heart
it tears the muscles
by the very act of pulling away
from the lust and attention that it was denied
for another heart also cheated on.
Divorce is starvation of a heart once full
One can watch both hearts grow anorexic
becoming like raisins to 
the thoughts of any future love
Separation allows two to 
take some time to reconsider
when love at its finest 
became like a chainsaw
tearing through what 
were buttered promises
with vicious teeth severing 
two hearts for too long.
the lack of sex and desire by
one partner to another
does not come from the heart itself
but from other parts denied and
yet it hardens the heart 
by the sheer rejection
of the flesh of two that once were one
Walk carefully in the 
chambers of another's heart
It can be your palace 
or a wretched hovel
where doors slam forever 
and all that will be left
will be the graffiti of your grief 
scribbled on the walls
of your own heart.
Hearts are akin to 
Siamese twins and the separation
of such is incredibly painful leaving an
emptiness at your side 
that will shadow and haunt your soul
until you draw your last breath
though there are valid reasons 
for to hearts to part
it is a critical surgery that 
comes with many complications
be sure that there is no 
other way to heal the breech that
has wounded his or her heart 
and then wield that scalpel carefully
Cut out only the remnants 
of what you alone find cancerous
and leave the rest for 
other love's to abide in
this is the act of granting 
mercy for what you both once knew

Hearts Beat but shouldn't be beaten

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The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.
(A Christmas message for all )

Christmas has come back again
For the third year in a row
And we haven't seen 
our precious son
Ever since he had to go
To jail then off to rehab
Then violating 
two probation's
the court ordered no contact
So we've had no conversations
Cause he'd abused 
his Mom so much
Leaving her soul terrified
and came after me so angrily
Every time that he got high
we both tried in 
every way we could
But then we had to say goodbye....


Christmas on drugs and alcohol 
Was never a good mix
Hanukkah plus cruel addictions
Just brings candle sadly lit
Santa Claus and faith in God
Are not enough to bring a fix
Only he can save himself
No one else can heal his needs
That have made both our hearts bleed
while he spends his hollow days
Struggling to find ways to succeed.


He'll spend another Christmas
In sober living all alone
Far away from both his parents
Knowing that he can't come home
And it cuts us deeply to the bone
Cause our tough love is no fun
But drugs and alcohol have stolen
Our most precious son
Until he proves that he is cured
and his addictions are all done.

So if you too are like our son
Suffering the same afflictions
I hope this poem moves you to flee
Back to the true life 
you've been missing
Because those who 
love you can't survive
Living with the endless friction
Of your lies and thefts 
And thier hopes left swept
Underneath your opposition
Your loved ones all must separate
themselves from your positions
Of your loving highs even as they cry
Over your tragic conditions
Leaving you alone 
while they sit at home
Praying for you and each one wishing
That you will give all that you've lost
Some serious recognition
Before you end up lying 
Under a marble inscription
that leaves them all 
Without your love
Another victim of addiction
so many others just like you 
Have faced Death's Benedictions....



By- Matthew F.Blowers III-(C)-2022
at Art-Whimsically Yours Studio
This poem is dedicated to ny son,
my only child who has been 
through his fault alone absent from
my wife and I for 3 years 
without contact

Hearts Beat but shouldn't be beaten

Art~Whimsically Yours