Dedicated to my late father. It's grief in music.

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Remember

Oh, What a Sweet Release (Art~Whimsically Yours & AirieLynn) [432Hz]

It’s been a long, long time, Baby
since you told me we were done
and I'm running out of rhyme
I haven’t written any song
except for this one
but we both had such fun, baby
and we’d only just begun
to know a love that rivaled
anything under the sun
anything under the sun...

And I don't understand
what you had in
your loving plan
because you told me
'i was your man."
and then off you ran.

Knowing I'd miss
holding your hand
and I'd be left a
lonely guy...banned
from all your kisses that
were not contrived
I thought that love had
finally revived
all my hopes to
have a lovely wife
but we did not survive........

It felt like a knife, baby
crippling my life
I went from sure delight
to endless lonely nights
with no hope in sight.

It was like taking a dive
into-ice-cold water
on a frigid day
with no place
to get warm again
because you went away.

The only thing
that's left to say
is that someday
you're gonna pay
for how you
left me that day

You'll find the man
of your dreams
but he won't be
what he seems
and pain will
come to stay.....
just like it did
when you sent me away
and you'll remember
just how you made me pay
forever and a day...baby
forever and a day...... baby

I still don't understand
what you had in
your loving plan
because you told me
"I was your man." and 
then off you ran
I don't know if I can 
stand it but when it 
comes to love 
you can't demand it
so I guess I'll just 
hand it back to you 
and bid you adieu
I guess I'll bid you adieu
but I can't believe it
I just can't believe it
Love always dies so hard
so hard........   


Fantastic Music Composed & 
Played by Chris Bright--©-2021
Lyrics and Vocals Written & Sung
by-Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2021
at: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
photo credit to: Google free images

"There Is No End To Love."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III

You promised me 
we'd always be,
together in love 
eternally.........
You turned me on
but then you turned on me,
so now I've set you free....

Chorus- 

Straight out of my heart 
I've ripped you free like a thorn,
to stem that flow of pain
from our love that was torn,
there's no band-aid that'll cover,
wounds left by parting lovers,
the only cure's to find another
come morn......

It's pointless to 
pursue bad love,
when the finish line awaits
trying to catch failed dreams 
in a useless chase,
I will only lose that race.

Bridge-

It's best to turn and walk away,
and hold my head up high,
when there is nothing left to say,
and that's the reason why....

Chorus-

Straight out of my heart 
I've ripped you free like a thorn,
to stem that flow of pain
from our love that was torn,
there's no band-aid that'll cover,
wounds left by parting lovers,
the only cure's to find another
come morn......

I hope you'll 
blossom somewhere else,
I've seen you at your best,
but at your worst 
you brought this time
to shed what I possessed....

Chorus-

Straight out of my heart 
I've ripped you free like a thorn,
to stem that flow of pain
from our love that was torn,
there's no band-aid that'll cover,
wounds left by parting lovers,
the only cure's to find another
come morn......

Marvelous music composed &
played by-Chris Bright ©-2024
lyrics & Vocals Written & Sung at:
Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
by-Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2024
photo by unsplash.com

"Straight Out Of My Heart."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III

Come out and rise up from
your down under land,
tearing your doubts and failures
asunder and stand
like the star that you are,
with your well-worn guitar
baptized in the applause
of many thundering hands.

Each song starts
with one note
plus blunders unplanned,
each chord finds progressions
till they meet your demands
then each vocal and lyric
starts to flow and expand,
in your journey to find
music's sweet wonderland.

Millions traveled its path
over decades of time,
many fell by the wayside
as they failed to find,
the key that fit perfectly
to all listeners ears,
you are part of a legacy
you must play
through your fears.

Even Elvis had flops
David Bowie faced losses
with his first albums hung
round his neck.... albatrosses,
but their hunger persisted
chasing hits but more cautious,
till their names brought them fame
and their music was flawless.

There are ten million artists
all trying to achieve
the top of a long list
though many find grief,
but the joy of making music
brings each one some relief
and the ones that will make it
bleed for what they believe.

Every song starts with one note
make each one noteworthy,
till your fingers are calloused
and your eyesight grows blurry
never settling for less
never trying to hurry
till you have a song list
that makes your fans all scurry
to hear your next tune
but you've got to stay thirsty.

Don't rest on your laurels
they become crowns of thorns,
each soul's muse is a demon
and they cannot be scorned,
there are bands who have vanished
and their fans do not mourn
those concerts where they offered
the same old songs, tired and worn.

I speak from experience
I'm one of ten million
who is still not a star
I'm just a musical civilian,
but I write music daily
and I'm ready and willing,
though that wonderland
escapes me
my life's still fulfilling,
out there hustling the crowds
playing bars and pavilions.

And maybe someday
if fate blesses my dreams
I'll see you backstage
in a room that is green,
as we both share top billings
that we haven't yet seen.

Brillant Music Composed &
Played by- Chris Bright ©-2024
Vocals & Lyrics Written & Sung by
Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2024
at: Art~Whimsically Yours Studio
Photo from my files

"The Journey's Only Half The Battle."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III

Pool side Eye Candy 
a veritable delight













Lyrics & Instrumental selections by Matthew F. Blowers III in collaboration w/ suno at" Art-Whimsically Yours Studio -(C)-2024

"Heaven On  Earth & Vice Versa." by- Matthew F. Blowers III

It is my interpretation of a song that combines my past, my present, and the future that I envision.
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1942 Mining Disaster....
An anguished cry...a shatttering roar
as tons of rocks crash to the floor
the workers watch all terrified
with certainty the men have died
but from below there comes a cry
a man who won't give up or die
he screams amidst the grisly dead
with thoughts of freedom in his head
the air is choked with dust and gas
he must work fast to clear a pass
he lunges forward numb with shock
stripping his flesh while clawing rock
his bloody fingers pay no mind
they dig and claw at all they find
moving upward from this pit
inching forward...bit..by...bit
Around him many corpses lay
with eyes that seemed to mock his way
for they'd escaped the tunnel's gloom
and left him there to face his doom
He hates them all.. they can't help fight
him in this flight to life and light
he turns his back on friends he'd known
to plow and hammer his way home
above.... the crews, like blinded moles
by guesswork drill their frantic holes
someday they too could share this fate
they whisper prayers for their trapped mates
but deep with the bowels of Hell
the air grows thin....his lungs grow frail
and though his progress is beginning
Death sits beside him...calmly grinning
Flat on his back he gasps for air
Death hovers now..he does not care
his eyes begin to close in sleep
to join those trapped below... so deep
but memories of bright city lights
the taste of waters cool delight
his wife and children fill his sight
so once again he turns to fight
Then Suddenly....
to his surprise
a star erupts to blind his eyes
a thousand arms reach in to grasp
and pull him from death's wicked clasp
(((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))
(((((((((((((((())))))))))))))))))))))))
he later wakes
in a sterile place
with earth's vomit
cleansed from his face
~
and now immune
from all his fears
for the men who died
he sheds a tear.

1942 Mining Disaster. by. Matthew F. Blowers III

Sitting in a graveyard
where moonlight illuminates
the many mounds left here
grass dunes washed up by
the tides of life's exits

a place to reflect
on how short this travail
will be granted me this century

surrounded by the shells
of others
who once dreamed
once loved
and so many of them
gone too soon

I can almost hear
the waves of grief
the roar that still resounds
within the hollows of
each shell
embedded here beneath
the sands of time

teenagers killed by
a sudden crash
no pause to breathe
one instant
laughing-living
next the splintered glass
and then no more

young men who
stood beneath a flag
absorbing several rounds
and falling drunkenly
to heroes claims
and twenty-one salutes

young babies
nap beneath pink stones
with scattered toys above
and pinwheels turning
in hypnotic lullabyes
from the flowered breeze

Memorial Day has passed
but here it lingers
with the fluttering flags
and pastel wreaths
that will remain
long after July
has kissed old June adieu
and joined the past
in yellowed calender pages

I sit within my car
with windows down
and hear a quiet
like no other
silence ever
could unviel
and I find peace
six feet above
eternal rest

for I at least
can be assured
of this
my final destination

It is a lovely place
amidst the stones
far past the shores
of now

if you just look
beyond the tides
of life
and find the tiny bits
of color
decorating grassy dunes
that hold the shells
that death deposited
across the sands of time

The Sands Of Time.   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

The Sands Of Time. by. Matthew F. Blowers III

Art~Whimsically Yours

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