Fighter’s Heart

I am on a pilgrimage to your heart
I’m taking many steps to win it
but as of yet I am not in it
though your failure to prohibit
my wooing you gives me a clue
and your looks at me
sometimes reveal
you like what I’m trying to do

My compass is your lovely eyes
which to my surprise still welcome me
I thought for sure you might be tired
of this love your smile inspired
but our conversations linger
though I can’t quite put my finger
on why "I"ever would be worthy
of your beauty so unearthly

You’re like a goddess
and I’m drawn to you
like so many other men
but you sadly sent them all away
and let me come back round again

So I’m hoping you’ll soon bless me
with an unexpected kiss
the next time I make you laugh
Just some gratefulness on my behalf
just a small peck will be nice
you don’t have to be precise
if it lands upon my cheek
I will savor it for weeks
cause your sweet gesture will speak
to the fact that you
just might need me
as much as I need you
as much as I need you....

Like a journey that
draws near the end
when two hungry souls
detour off from friends
walking hand in hand to paradise
where true love never ends.

It lies just around the bend
of your sudden urge to accept me
as someone you would like to be
much more than a passing fan
freeing me from just an also ran
letting me know
finally I’m your man.

I know that is my sweet plan
now I just have to convince you
that I can be so princely to you
cause your need for me
it shows through, baby
all the colors of your moods
when I’m sitting next to you
together let’s make
all our dreams come true
It requires just a small
sign of affection
point me in the right direction
on my pilgrimage to the
palace of your heart
will be perrfectly set
where together we will
never have to part.
you are part of my Itinerary
don’t you think it’s time to start
making a condo of our hearts
where happily ever after
full of love and
so much laughter
will be plastered on
our faces all the time
when you at last are mine
when you at last are mine……….
and I am yours
for sure
I am yours
for sure......

My Pilgrimage To Your Heart.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III

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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

My Pilgrimage To Your Heart.-by-Matthew F. Blowers III

Art~Whimsically Yours

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