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Lost Cause 0001 Movie Published on Sep 6, 2018 I just dropped in To say "I love you." but I can see that you don't care.... from that look in your eyes and the way you frown, there's nothing left for us to share. But I had to make one more attempt to break through your contempt anyway I could.....Baby because my heart has spent too long just trying to repent Your lovely face has become like a statue .....on Easter Island your heart has turned.... your heart has turned.... into stone..... and I am left alone to suffer on my own! And though I just stopped in to say "I love You." you've left me chilled to the bone......... L O S T C A U S E ! Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III -©-2018 w/credit to Pixabay.com for their stellar pic.

Satisfaction Guaranteed & You Get Your Memories Back.<><><><><><><><><><><><>This song was writt... read moreen and dedicated to Jaruska's most precious father, and it honors the love they share, and all the memories they cherish in music and in this song forevermore. <><><><><><><><><><><><><><><>?<><><><><><><><><><><> Published on Sep 6, 2018An inspiring... read more look at getting old and how music can carry you back to all of your memories that you left behind. I was visiting an Old Folks Homewhere they came to hear me singsongs they cherished long ago and I watched their souls take wing......and I saw on each face all that time had erasedand all the smiles that I got to bring....Each note brought them all back to their husbands and wivesthat for years now had been goneand carried them back to all those parts of their livesthat had so suddenly moved on......And I saw in their eyes how music lets your mind backtrackwith SATISFACTION GUARANTEED and you get your memories back!!They say that nusic soothes the savage beastbut it also soothes the weary soul who has left behind their younger days only to find them again as the music plays And I had a sudden Epiphany a wee bit of cmfort came to me....Because I knew that someday I would be sitting there in a wheelchair, listening eagerly to someone singing me back to my memoriesWith SATISFACTION GUARANTEED!!!Art~Whimsically Yours StudioMatthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2018w/credit to pixabay.comfor stellar pics.

Wax Museum remastered movie II Lyrics are on video-Enjoy!

Our Master's Plan Movie Our Master’s Plan We start off in pampers tucked around our ends and wind up in something damper that folks call depends. we’re born with no teeth and little hair on our head and most wind up bald with dentures next to our bed. we graduate as Seniors from our high school class becoming seniors again with wheelchairs under our ass…. mom starts us off nursing till we learn how to eat, then we face nursing again to meet our elderly needs it’s just the passage of time it’s all we’ve ever known and when you start growing old you will be living my poem We’re born in tunnels of darkness till we burst into the light… but when our death brings us darkness we slip through tunnels of light. it’s a complete reversal from our birth till our death from our first gasp of life to our long final breath…… It’s our creators plan all life fits this design every insect and flower and animals of all kinds each mothers labors at birth all those born labor to live until we all meet our maker who will condemn or forgive how we spent all our years between tunnels of darkness and tunnels of light eternal life or damnation we must strive for what’s right so that when we have left we will take joyous flights. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2018 w/credit to Pixabay.com for thier stellar pics.

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SUPERBITCH Heartbreaker edition Finis Published on Aug 11, 2018 The Illustrious Tom Petty's Heartbreakers w/ Voodoo Fox's SuperBitch! S U P E R B I T CH ! ! Stand by to be amazed. This is the bio of a Super Bitch A great song slinger, stellar singer and a dead ringer of any fantasy all the males out there ever knew. The kind they peruse in their fondest of dreams. She is a crafter of kick ass, hard driving, power hits and so I bring you some colorful background on the storied history or should I say herstory as yet untold. The unforgettable Voodoo Fox aka: S. Pawne Feltington aka Sheri Thomas and I know her song is gonna help all oppressed women break free. Her ancestors are eons old She was the Queen of the Troglodytes whom they called Ugh-rip-em which translates to Slayer. She hunted and butchered 100 wooly mammoths in her heyday and wore huge fur coats from their hides. She is also not so distantly related to: Jenny-gus Khan, Matilda the Hun Joanne the Barbarian, She-man, Alexandria the great and so many more directly linked to her bloodline. She was once the sister of Wonder woman who was known as Plunder woman. and oh, how she pillared and plundered Most of her ancestors make Lizzie Borden look like a toddler with a butter knife She was Bonnies cousin without a Clyde, she had no need of a man to rob and terrorize banks She was also Cleopatras Body guard and she is directly related to far too many great warrior women to list here.But what they all have in common is an inner strength that can Lay a man to waste if he ignites their superbitch but that same inner strength can love him in intensely unique ancient ways like he’s never known. So sit back relax and listen and study this modern day Superbitch and be sure to applaud and comment on her song lest one dark night she might slip through your window and render you into a quivering pile of hamburger. Fasten your seat belts, and enjoy a rocking ride that will leave you breathless Let the havoc begin. Ladies and Gentlemen ]I bring you live for your entertainment pleasure The incredible Voodoo Fox But all of you in those Front row seats be warned she never nibbles on your hearts and souls ………..she bites. HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH !! SUPERBITCH I CAME INTO THE WORLD /AS A BILLION DOLLAR BABY GIRL/ IF THE WORLDS AN OYSTER I'M THE PEARL/ HEY HEY YEAH /I'M A SEXY SENSUAL SENSATION/ I GREW UP WITH WOMENS LIBERATION/ I'M THE DEFINITION OF BEWITCH /I'M A BITCH SUPERBITCH /I CAN WEAR A WIGGLE WHEN I WALK /OR STRUT MY STUFF JUST ENOUGH/ JUST ENOUGH/ JUST ENOUGH /TO MAKE A BLIND MAN GAWK /IF YOU'RE CALLIN' ME A TEASE /THEN SAY IT FALLIN' ON YOUR KNEES /BUT DON'T FORGET YOUR MANNERS PLEASE /CAUSE I'M A SUPERBITCH /I'M SO BAD GOODNESS KNOWS/ I'M A FOX DOWN TO MY TOES/ EVERY TIME I TAKE A BREATH IT SHOWS /CAUSE I'M BUILT THAT WAY/ /IF YOU WANNA TASTE PURE PERFECTION KEEP COMIN' ON IN MY DIRECTION /I'M THE SCRATCH YOU NEED TO FIX YOUR ITCH/I'M A BITCH SUPERBITCH/ I'VE GOT THE BODY AN' THE SOUL/ SO BABY BE GOOD TO ME AN' YOU'LL SEE/ I CAN BE SO GOOD YOU'LL LOSE CONTROL OF YOUR SENSES/ I CAN DO MORE THAN ANY THING /YOU'LL EVER WANT ME TO DO THE DEVIL IN YOU WANT A WITCH/ I'LL BE YOUR SUPERBITCH words by: s. pawne feltington & jamie quinn music by: s. pawne feltington Spoken Intro and Video Production by Art~Whimsically Yours studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2018 w/ credits to Pixabay.com and Madonna fromthe Rebel Heart Tour 2015 - Stockholm Author-chrisweger-wikipedia file (unendorsed for this production) All other photos are in public domain

"SUPERBITCH !" RE MasterED Copy -finis II Published on Aug 10, 2018- (a collaboration between Voodoo fox and Me.) S U P E R B I T CH ! ! Stand by to be amazed. This is the bio of a Super Bitch A great song slinger, stellar singer and a dead ringer of any fantasy all the males out there ever knew. The kind they peruse in their fondest of dreams. She is a crafter of kick ass, hard driving, power hits and so I bring you some colorful background on the storied history or should I say herstory as yet untold. The unforgettable Voodoo Fox aka: S. Pawne Feltington aka Sheri Thomas and I know her song is gonna help all oppressed women break free. Her ancestors are eons old She was the Queen of the Troglodytes whom they called Ugh-rip-em which translates to Slayer. She hunted and butchered 100 wooly mammoths in her heyday and wore huge fur coats from their hides. She is also not so distantly related to: Jenny-gus Khan, Matilda the Hun Joanne the Barbarian, She-man, Alexandria the great and so many more directly linked to her bloodline. She was once the sister of Wonder woman who was known as Plunder woman. and oh, how she pillared and plundered Most of her ancestors make Lizzie Borden look like a toddler with a butter knife She was Bonnies cousin without a Clyde, she had no need of a man to rob and terrorize banks She was also Cleopatras Body guard and she is directly related to far too many great warrior women to list here. But what they all have in common is an inner strength that can Lay a man to waste if he ignites their superbitch but that same inner strength can love him in intensely unique ancient ways like he’s never known. So sit back relax and listen and study this modern day Superbitch and be sure to applaud and comment on her song lest one dark night she might slip through your window and render you into a quivering pile of hamburger. Fasten your seat belts, and enjoy a rocking ride that will leave you breathless Let the havoc begin. Ladies and Gentlemen I bring you live for your entertainment pleasure The incredible Voodoo Fox But all of you in those Front row seats be warned she never nibbles on your hearts and souls ………..she bites. HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH !! SUPERBITCH I CAME INTO THE WORLD / AS A BILLION DOLLAR BABY GIRL/ IF THE WORLDS AN OYSTER I'M THE PEARL/ HEY HEY YEAH / I'M A SEXY SENSUAL SENSATION/ I GREW UP WITH WOMENS LIBERATION/ I'M THE DEFINITION OF BEWITCH / I'M A BITCH...... SUPERBITCH / I CAN WEAR A WIGGLE WHEN I WALK / OR STRUT MY STUFF JUST ENOUGH/ JUST ENOUGH/ JUST ENOUGH / TO MAKE A BLIND MAN GAWK / IF YOU'RE CALLIN' ME A TEASE / THEN SAY IT FALLIN' ON YOUR KNEES / BUT DON'T FORGET YOUR MANNERS PLEASE / CAUSE I'M A SUPERBITCH / I'M SO BAD GOODNESS KNOWS/ I'M A FOX DOWN TO MY TOES/ EVERY TIME I TAKE A BREATH IT SHOWS / CAUSE I'M BUILT THAT WAY/ / IF YOU WANNA TASTE PURE PERFECTION KEEP COMIN' ON IN MY DIRECTION / I'M THE SCRATCH YOU NEED TO FIX YOUR ITCH/ I'M A BITCH............ SUPERBITCH/ I'VE GOT THE BODY AN' THE SOUL/ SO BABY BE GOOD TO ME AN' YOU'LL SEE/ I CAN BE SO GOOD YOU'LL LOSE CONTROL OF YOUR SENSES/ I CAN DO MORE THAN ANY THING / YOU'LL EVER WANT ME TO DO THE DEVIL IN YOU WANT A WITCH/ I'LL BE YOUR SUPERBITCH....SUPERBITCH !! words by: s. pawne feltington & jamie quinn music by: s. pawne feltington Spoken Intro and Video Production by Art~Whimsically Yours studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2018 w/ credits to Pixabay.com and Madonna fromthe Rebel Heart Tour 2015 - Stockholm Author-chrisweger-wikipedia file (unendorsed for this production) All other photos are in public domain . Some of the pics in order of theoir appearence. Venus de Milo, Virginia Woolfe, Marilyn Monroe, Susan B. Anthony, Tina Turner, Joan of Arc, Bette Davis, the poetess Plath, 4 vintage actressess 1940's -50-s, Coretta King, Jacqueline Kennedy, Eleanor Roosevelt. Sally Ride, Clara Barton. Madonna, Madame Curie, and Voodoo Fox Of course, All the other ladies are pigments of imagination.

SuperBitch- Video- finis- Studio Cut Published on Aug 10, 2018- (a collaboration between Voodoo f... read moreox and Me.) Shine On time! S U P E R B I T CH ! ! Stand by to be amazed. This is the bio of a Super Bitch A great song slinger, stellar singer and a dead ringer of any fantasy all the males out there ever knew. The kind they peruse in their fondest of dreams. She is a crafter of kick ass, hard driving, power hits and so I bring you some colorful background on the storied history or should I say herstory as yet untold. The unforgettable Voodoo Fox aka: S. Pawne Feltington aka Sheri Thomas and I know her song is gonna help all oppressed women break free. Her ancestors are eons old She was the Queen of the Troglodytes whom they called Ugh-rip-em which translates to Slayer. She hunted and butchered 100 wooly mammoths in her heyday and wore huge fur coats from their hides. She is also not so distantly related to: Jenny-gus Khan, Matilda the Hun Joanne the Barbarian, She-man, Alexandria the great and so many more directly linked to her bloodline. She was once the sister of Wonder woman who was known as Plunder woman. and oh, how she pillared and plundered Most of her ancestors make Lizzie Borden look like a toddler with a butter knife She was Bonnies cousin without a Clyde, she had no need of a man to rob and terrorize banks She was also Cleopatras Body guard and she is directly related to far too many great warrior women to list here. But what they all have in common is an inner strength that can Lay a man to waste if he ignites their superbitch but that same inner strength can love him in intensely unique ancient ways like he’s never known. So sit back relax and listen and study this modern day Superbitch and be sure to applaud and comment on her song lest one dark night she might slip through your window and render you into a quivering pile of hamburger. Fasten your seat belts, and enjoy a rocking ride that will leave you breathless Let the havoc begin. Ladies and Gentlemen ]I bring you live for your entertainment pleasure The incredible Voodoo Fox But all of you in those Front row seats be warned she never nibbles on your hearts and souls ………..she bites. HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH HEH !! SUPERBITCH I CAME INTO THE WORLD /AS A BILLION DOLLAR BABY GIRL/ IF THE WORLDS AN OYSTER I'M THE PEARL/ HEY HEY YEAH /I'M A SEXY SENSUAL SENSATION/ I GREW UP WITH WOMENS LIBERATION/ I'M THE DEFINITION OF BEWITCH /I'M A BITCH SUPERBITCH /I CAN WEAR A WIGGLE WHEN I WALK /OR STRUT MY STUFF JUST ENOUGH/ JUST ENOUGH/ JUST ENOUGH /TO MAKE A BLIND MAN GAWK /IF YOU'RE CALLIN' ME A TEASE /THEN SAY IT FALLIN' ON YOUR KNEES /BUT DON'T FORGET YOUR MANNERS PLEASE /CAUSE I'M A SUPERBITCH /I'M SO BAD GOODNESS KNOWS/ I'M A FOX DOWN TO MY TOES/ EVERY TIME I TAKE A BREATH IT SHOWS /CAUSE I'M BUILT THAT WAY/ /IF YOU WANNA TASTE PURE PERFECTION KEEP COMIN' ON IN MY DIRECTION /I'M THE SCRATCH YOU NEED TO FIX YOUR ITCH/I'M A BITCH SUPERBITCH/ I'VE GOT THE BODY AN' THE SOUL/ SO BABY BE GOOD TO ME AN' YOU'LL SEE/ I CAN BE SO GOOD YOU'LL LOSE CONTROL OF YOUR SENSES/ I CAN DO MORE THAN ANY THING /YOU'LL EVER WANT ME TO DO THE DEVIL IN YOU WANT A WITCH/ I'LL BE YOUR SUPERBITCH words by: s. pawne feltington & jamie quinn music by: s. pawne feltington Spoken Intro and Video Production by Art~Whimsically Yours studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2018 w/ credits to Pixabay.com and Madonna fromthe Rebel Heart Tour 2015 - Stockholm Author-chrisweger-wikipedia file (unendorsed for this production) All other photos are in public domain.

You Are My Most Worthy Cause Movie finis Lyrics are in the video-Enjoy!

Movie -Depressions Wrath. The morning breaks much like my hearts been shattered in a spreading splash odf grief My days a long routine of endless repetitions My evenings bring no relief. The depth of my depression is a bottomless pit I'm falling endlessly like a tumbleweed into the center of it Screaming, "No-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-!!" and all that talk theraoy and counseling falls like babble on my ears cause I can't conquer my fears. Taking a handful of poills everyday won't cure my ills and they no longer bring thrills. Life has become my prison and death is no escape so I just hid in the shadows of the numbness I create through the pain of it all.... I am not the forst and i won;t be the last And Iam not the worst on whom this curse has been cast. Tomorrow ny morning will break again ]in a scarlet bloodbath and I''ll be trapped on the path of depressions warth depressions wrath falling endlessly down into it's cruel, cold facts. Depressions Wrath. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)2018 photo and song all rights reserved. The morning breaks much like my hearts been shattered in a spreading splash odf grief My days a long routine of endless repetitions My evenings bring no relief. The depth of my depression is a bottomless pit I'm falling endlessly like a tumbleweed into the center of it Screaming, "No-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-oo-!!" and all that talk theraoy and counseling falls like babble on my ears cause I can't conquer my fears. Taking a handful of poills everyday won't cure my ills and they no longer bring thrills. Life has become my prison and death is no escape so I just hid in the shadows of the numbness I create through the pain of it all.... I am not the forst and i won;t be the last And Iam not the worst on whom this curse has been cast. Tomorrow ny morning will break again ]in a scarlet bloodbath and I''ll be trapped on the path of depressions warth depressions wrath falling endlessly down into it's cruel, cold facts. Depressions Wrath. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)2018 photo and song all rights reserved.

My Somewhat Stationary Friend. Movie Ever since I was a little boy you've been faithfully there for me, though you've changed in size much like I did we both share such history, My Mama loved me most... to you and back, she'd whisper it nightly, and since she died, you're my reminder of her love eternally. Chorus- I've kissed some truly lovely girls, after bringing them back home, as your watchful face peered through curtains of dark .... my favorite chaperon. I've walked many Moon rivers, savored moon pies sweetest blends and hated lonely nights I've spent, that never seemed to end but you were always there for me with memories to share, my stationary friend. My stationary firend..... Bridge Though men have walked your hardened face, I've faced hard walks lit by your grace, You always led the poet in me to write berneath your fingernail displays. I've played in endless tides you've moved to thrilling, monstrous waves, precariously splayed across surfboards, tempting fate on Summer days. When it comes my time to slip away through that 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, regretting all I leave behind, as you find new children peeking up at you through that great window of time...... .... yeah, you'll find new children peeking up at you... through that great window of time. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. blowers III Productions ©-2013 w/credit to Pixabay.com for their stellar pic.

"My Gift From The Summer Of 67. " -movie My Gift From The Summer of Love. You must be a reincarnation from the Summer of 67 cause your kisses are sweeter than any high I’ve ever known you’ve got me tripping on love’s acid till my mind is blown In this our Summer of love Baby you’ve got me feeling so stoned I’m in heaven…Hippie heaven Maybe I should be believing you came here ….. in a time machine which means you might be leaving but that would tear my heart to smithereens cause I love the vintage in you, and I know you love me too All the hippies who communed in Haight Ashbury would've loved the mantra your heart shares to burn all of men’s HATE into pure white ASH and BURY it anywhere bury it anywhere.... they would have woven flowers in your hair and made you queen of their dreams back there. I never made it to Woodstock the only wood stock I bore was in the U.S. marines when they trained me for war. but your love’s brought me the peace the world keeps fighting for Forevermore…since I got out of the Corp. I cherish the endless ways that your heart bleeds when the world can’t solve its many needs. I want to be a vintage man and spend my life with you we’ll build a cabin in the woods and shed the world so blue Let’s build our own Hippie heaven and raise some children who’ll be free of prejudice and hate and maybe start a legacy….. for generations to come because some skew in time brought you to me. Art~Whimsically Yours studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2018 w/credit to Pixabay.com for their stellar pics.

This is probably the most inspirational song i have ever written, It came to me in the blink of an eye and as if I was ghost writing it it all fell into place and became this song. If I had far more talented skills on my guitar, it would be a rock and roll epic. but It's just me and my Mp3 and my ovation Round body guitar. I have always believed the umbilical cord is sacred just like the native Americans used to. It holds pwerful healing which even today is still being discovered by modern medicine. . I saved my sons in an air tight black container, but I also believe there is a longer, invisble umbilical cord that runs from the souls of our mothers directly to God himsilf. That is the story of this song. I take little credit for creating it, It may have come through on the pipeline of my long dead mother's Umbilical cord, as a gift from man's greatest muse. GOD! Thanks for listening. I've watched babies being born and I've watched men die.... They all let out a long, sad cry for their mamas..... when the start of their lives or thier end was nigh... And I've watched young lovers be dazzled by all the beauty they saw in each other's eyes... But they never learned the meaningof compromise and so I watched love die! Chorus- Life never hands you a pre-planned menu there's no program pre-written you've got to be aware of life every step that you go or you'll wind up smitten, by your choices, you know. Bridge- But there is a creator for all your bliss and chaos he will reach down and touch your soul. in your hours of needs. So thank him when your life's going well and ask him to grant you comfort and peace..... when it all goes to HELL!!! Cause he's a lot like your mother when you're born or you die.... each moment that you face this life changing it will alert him to your laughter and cries. Your umbilical cord that was severed... .also still runs through your mother's soul somewhere far up in heaven it's tethered to your God who can pull you out of any hole. "How do I know this?? because I've watched babies being born and I watched men die ! and I've felt their spirits R I S I N G Back to their maker on high!!!!!!!! Our Umbilical Connection. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018-with credit to Pixabay.com 4 stellar pics.

Just Counting Stucco Ain't it strange in the cusp of the night when you wake up to the weight of the world pressing you to the bed with no one to hold tight... till the morning light. Loneliness is a cancer It's a toe crushing dancer crippling all your moods When sleep is a darting butterfly I cannot catch...... All over the world eyeballs stare without feeling and count those stucco points across thier ceilings till their senses go reeling And only Love...ooo...ove.... sweet love...ove ove... can save them but love...ove..ove is strangely vancant when the world turns a cold shoulder on all those who will only get older..... and never know of true love...... Just Counting Stucco. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2018 W/credit to Pixabay.com for stellar pics.

Falling In Love Is The Softest Of Tumbles. - Falling in love is the softest of tumbles. there's no warning that you're gonna stumble into someone elses dreams. With just one glance or a dance or the hint of a smile, or the touch of her hand that remains for awhile. Until you both figure out what it means and love BURSTS at the seams!! Staying in love is like walking a tightrope where TRUST is no NET!! in the depths far below. Taking each step with uncompromised balance Never looking down or letting go! till you pass beyond doubt and you reach that safe haven of love beyond compare .then each moment you cherish will bless you with a marriage, that will promise a lifetime for you both to share..... Because Falling out of love is a pain filled decision, Turning warm conversations into angry derision. Till there's nothing left for you to say!! and you realize....that you must walk away. Though friends can be lovers, Former lover's aren't friends.... There is far too much sorrow.... when true love has to end......... only distance brings comfort it's a true anesthesia. until your memory so shattered by the bliss of amnesia Soon you'll realize that you have no cause to defend getting back on that tightrope .... and loving again.... with someone new who you hope will please you... just around life's lonely bend. Learning how to love again.... just around life's lonely bends..... Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (C)-2018-w/credits to Pixabay.com for stellar pics.

Some Thoughts While Standing Near Buddy Holly's Tomb Movie finis Only Buddy Holly's dust rests here with all his youthful dreams just some remnants of the fifties from a plane burst at the seams. Oh Lord, how that aircraft tumbled nose to tail, and tail to nose, how those boys each mumbled desperate prayers then they screamed at fate's cruel blows. leaving broken bodies scattered all across the once white snow, east of nowhere long ago.... That plane's big bop took seconds then it took Big Bopper too, nothing valiant would save Valens, and Buddy's dreams bid him adieu Just like eighth notes slashed across the riffs, in frozen field of blues. A tragic day the music died when the world forever was denied what could have been, great songs unwritten three promises in a blizzard smitten time stole what still can't be forgiven, three stars who still had so much living But what will truly be their legacy, lies in the songs that musically still have us listening eagerly and humming them daily, when radio stations dust off tracks that hold the gold.... today's songs lack, then sadly we'll go drifting back not to Buddy's tomb........ but to his tunes. And somewhere deep within his crypt, what still remains of his youthful lips, will bend for just a little while, in a long lost memory of his smile. in a long lost memory of his smile. Art-Whimsically Yours Studio MFB III Productions-©-1959-2018

The Official Dirge For Divorce's Guilt.- Finis master IV

The Girl I'll Never Know- movie finis Published on Jun 7, 2018 I saw her once again late last night, a scene of beauty in my dreams eee, eee, eems, I reached across the room to touch her hand, but nothing's ever what it seems.... If I knew just where to go, to find the one that I love so, don't you think I'd be there now, to kiss the girl I'll never know... never know...ooo.ooo.ooo. I thought of her again tonight when sleep was a darting butterfly, I could not catch... I could not catch. I know she'll come again some lonely hour, Athena beauty in my dreams eee, eee, eams, I'll reach across the room to touch her hand, but nothing's ever what it seems. If I knew just where to go to find the one that I love so, don't you think I'd be there now, to kiss that girl I'll never know......ohhhh... I'll think of her again tonight, when sleep is a darting butterfly I could not catch, I could not catch..... I know she'll come again some lonely night, A scene of beauty in my dreams..eam..eams, I'll reach across the room to touch her hand, but nothing's ever what it seems... Yes I guess that how it must go, with the girl I'll never know..ohh ...ohh....ohhh..... The Girl I'll Never Know. Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III & Greg Funkhouser -1973 -renewed (c)-2018 with credit to pixabay. com for stellar pics.

Unscripted Love 0001 movie finis lyrics are in the song

More http://hardcoremix.com http://www.hardcoremix.com/ I have two songs listed in the Top Songs List on Hardcoremix at number 98 and 99. Please vote for me to move my songs up the list. The song titles are -"A Dirge For The Lonely & Innocence Re-visited Often Hardcoremix internet radio Thanks for your help.

Simple elelmentary lyrics more emphasis on the music God I'd give up half of my ability to have a talented instrumentalist add some incredible interpertation to this song. The Beauty Of You And Me. It's really not that simple ....It's complicated, my love for you is a r aging thirst it can never be slated, and if I "Drink of you only with my eyes my thirst is never abated. I need the quenching of your mind, your body and soul you don't know how long I've waited to share the bliss of whispered conversation in the wee hours of the morn, and to explore all the possibilities of your passion so soft and warm I am a thirsty man in a desert so dry and you're my only oasis that I just can't pass by, I think it's time to give the flowering of love a try, I see the need in your eyes. I know that we have both been hurt before, we threw away the keys of love and we locked the door. but I'm on the other side waiting there with something you'll adore... True Love forevermore... Cause I ain't going back, Baby to that pain I knew,. I just want to be with you cause you're the girl I adore.... It's time to open that door and embrace what will be...eee the perfect beauty of you and me..... The Perfect Beauty Of You and Me. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2018 w/credit to pixabay.com

A Hard Lesson To Learn. You've chained me to an emotional roller coaster, and your face should be on a missing adult poster because you've vanished completely from what I knew as my Son, and you've broken my heart and my soul with the things you have done... But I still love you so...ooo, it's the task I was given but you're out of control, with your useless addictions and you're reaching the point of no return. It's an Ass-kicking lesson my own Dad taught me to learn.. You're taking Ketamine and Kratom mixed with alcohol and you've been threatening your mother and me when the demons came to call and I am not going to tolerate your rages no more. You'll be riding my size 10 shoe right out that Damned door. But I still love you so...ooo, don't let it slip away, I'm not enabling your Ghanga until I'm finally broke...... It's time that you grew up because you're twenty-three. Your mixing anti-psychotics with illegal drugs and it's all killing me!! Pretty soon it will be killing you as well and I can't stand by and watch your life spiral into the depths of hell This is my final plea cause it's not up to me.... only you can take the road to help yourself and finally be drug free.... This is my ultimatum before you lose your family. The streets are awful cold and lonely BUT THAT'S WHERE YOU'RE GONNA BE... THA'tS WHERE YOU'RE GONNA BE . Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018- with credits to Pixabay.com for stellar pics.... Drug and alcohol addiction is a plague that is destryiong families and the love that they share for the victim. This is a strong message to my son and for all who have family members who take advantage, mentally and physically abuse and refuse to get sober.

Just Call Me Nobody! Search 0:03 / 3:44 Analytics Video Manager Just Call Me Nobody! audio movie finis Matt artwhimsicallyyours Matt artwhimsicallyyours Channel settings Add to Share More 1 view 0 0 Published on May 16, 2018 I should not be a nobody because I've come so far, I've touched the hems of fame several times but I got lost beneath the drag of her skirts But it's still comforting to be a nobody, There's no one bugging me because of my name, no one begging me for autographs I am completely anonymous. But it still hurts...... ... And I just realized my guitar was out of tune for the start of this song??!!! but it doesn't really matter cause no one's singing along...... I just keep writing my songs.... 800 hundred or so whenever the mood strikes me and when I've reached a million songs all those I've bored can simply........" BITE ME ! " And when they raise a monument to me, chisel my name across it and spell it correctly in capitals though I don't knpw Why ?? Three inches deep at least N - O - B- O- D - Y- Three inches deep at least N - O - B- O- D - Y- N - O - B- O- D - Y- Cause I'm a nobody.... And don't let nobody weep for me I've been as happy as I can be Writing lyrics to my melodies Until my muse sets me free..... Sets me free........ Dreams often have to wait... sometimes even until you reach the other side. Just A Nobody Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018 w/credits to Pixabay.com

Every day Is Just Another Day Like The Day Before - Finis Movie Published on May 10, 2018 On the road until I'm ready to explode you're all I need to hold not this damn guitar and yet I've got so far to go.... I miss you so! Every day is just another day just like it was before and every night is just a pause to sleep and dream of you. So I sat down and penned this song for you that's pouring from my heart And I miss your kiss and your gentle smile I know you've got commitment issues and you're probably reaching for a box of tissues.... So let me send you a 1st class ticket to any of my destinations Baby, you can pick it! Cause I understand you're reluctant but I'm a lonely man and I need you to come and spend a couple of days with me and the band I know you've got commitment issues and you're probably reaching for a box of tissues.... We'll share some dinners out and a concert or two you'll have a front row seat as I blow kisses to you... and though you might have to travel so many miles I'll pay you back Baby with a thousand smiles Because I miss you Girl There ain't no place in the world I want to be without you.... Every Day Is Just Another Day Like The Day Before. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018 w/credits to pixabay.com for some stellar pics.

I like Puppies On The Beach. -movie finis 0001 Published on May 8, 2018 I like watching puppies on the beach, all of them prisoners to their leash, struggling to be free, ain't that like you and me, in those rush hour crowds, trying to squeeze on by, hurrying to and fro, with a blues filled sigh..... Well I'm sitting on Hilton Head, but that head doesn't mind, cause I've found peace here instead of a natural kind, And I don't ever want to go away from here, If I could stay here forever and a year I'd die a happy man....... I like bikini's on the beach, but what they hold is out of reach, I'm someone elses man ... but it's eye camdy for sure!! and everytime they pass me by I remember my youth, from a long, long time ago , yes, I remember my youth from so long ago...... Hey, Look, a puppy just got loose, it's dancing in the surf and it makes me feel good cause someday I might be free from the chains if this Earth. Someday I'll be like a puppy dancing in the clouds and I'll be screaming out loud that " I'm in paradise!" at long last I'm In Paradise, in Paradise........!!!! I like watching Puppies On The Beach. Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018 w/credit to Pixabay.com for stupendous pics.

St Ignatius After Prom Dodge Ball Ballad VI St Ignatius After Prom Dodge Ball Ballad VI Published on Apr 19, 2018 It's After Prom at St. Ignatius where all the seniors are granted one more recess and a chance to play, Inflatables galore and over 65 dodge balls on the gymnasium floor. where they can hit on girls all night and the girls can hit back too in a battle to find whose the champion when the game is through right here at CSU Rec Center!!! There'll be lots of food and fun when the dancing is done until they move on with their lives into their futures to come..... So grab a ball and throw it as hard as you can, cause knocking out the other side is your battleplan and it's a lot like life you know..... you've got to fight to win everywhere you go-oo-oo--!! Let's make the St. Ignatius After Prom the most "BODACIOUS!!" that has ever been done in the whole wide world..... So grab a team mate and come out to play a game of dodge ball that will take you away to all those wonderful times in your younger days. and someday you'll reminisce just like I do cause I'm a senoir too whose much older than you.... and I'm hoping all your dreams come true when After Prom is over and you're headed to.... all your tomorrows all your tomorrows to come......... but now it's time to have fun....... Have Fun ! ! ! The St. Ignatius After Prom Ballad. Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (C)_2018 my photos and w/credit to Pixabay.com for some stellar pics .; "May you live as long as you want and may you never want as long as you live.!

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Defining Grace Without Words Finis If I could define grace in a physical way with out any words to clutter up the meaning you know it would be you it would be you.... and if I could discover beauty unlike anything the world has seen it would be evident in your eyes so green gazing up at me after we kiss I've never seen anything as lovely as this and though it's all been said ten million times before by men who were trying to open the door to a woman's heart. I pray you'll give me the key even though these words are cliche and old cause i love you girl and even though these chords have been played ten billion ways they are all stroked with love because I'm dreaming of living with you in my world because I love you girl I love you girl. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2018 w/credit to Pixabay.com for thier stellar pics.

Hardly Enough.- movie Aud Finis II Published on Apr 11, 2018 We've been together long enough to realize there is no spark in your eyes. you look at me as if I'm a stranger....sometimes. and it always seems to be lately that what I do is hardly enough and I've had enough cause baby it's too hard and it's hardly enough anymore to call it love to call it love. Maybe it's time fior you to find how hard it is to find enough to find enough of new love in a society that has cheapened it down to just hooking up . And then maybe Baby I'll hook up with you later when you come running back to me realizing hardly enough is far, far better baby then no love at all. But I hate to see you settle so don't let my feelings meddle f rom your journey away from hardly enough of my sweet love. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018 w/credit to pixabay.com for stellar pics.

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The Old Cowpoke.- finis- remastered movie The old cowpoke had one last smoke and headed for the door in his fancy boots chasing other pursuits far beyond that sawdust floor he could rope bulls tame wild horses but he couldn't warm the soul so he rode away drunk from his long last love letting his horse take control... Cause all she'd left him was a garter and a lukewarm beer, while she danced all night with some city dudes till her absence made it clear that he was being hustled for the drinks he'd share and the true love he was seeking wouldn't be found there.... Excerpt form song lyrics...enjoy

Soul- litude! -Movie- finis-Alternative Blues In the shadows of lonely rooms hope flickers like a candle burning out in a puddle of dreams and melting away..... and passion is the only flame that can bring such possibilities to a lonely soul...........(excerpt from song)

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Love Your Mama! 0001 Movie Finis Hug you Mama kiss your Mama Love your Mama but don’t cause any grief to tug at her soul you’ve got to cherish her always until she gets old….. Cause ya only get one to call you daughter or Son all the rest are just substitutes or placebos Just one step below motherhood that your Daddy picked when he gave up his 1st wife…..\your mother for another spouse. and even though they might love you dearly your mom’s bond stays unbroken it can never be undone cause she’s the only one who bore the strain, gain and pain of squeezing you from darkness to light from her womb into life…. or wore the scar of a caesarean knife She was the first one to hold you and mold you with love she was chosen to be yours from the heavens above and though there have been mothers who wound up undeserving of the title they carried when they left you behind… Know that they’ll carry that guilt to the end of their days in so many ways cause there’s a button of flesh a umbilical scar that connects them to you no matter where or how far they might wander or squander the gift of flesh they were given their own mother gave them one it serves to haunt their decisions My mom was only here briefly 60 years was her mark and when she left us for glory a chunk of my world went dark I’d give up all that I value and10 years of my lifetime If I could see her just once more and hug her just one more time. Go hug you Mama kiss your Mama Love your Mama but don’t cause any grief to tug at her soul you’ve got to cherish her always until she gets old….. Cause you’ll only get one who’ll call you daughter or Son a tombstone doesn’t hug back when her time on earth’s done Tombstones don’t share such loving When your Mom becomes …..MUM! Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2018-w/credit to Pixabay.com for stellar pics. For my most precious Mom...

Unwanted Advances Are Ruining Romances !! -(Most listened to song.) Imagine if women started to make the moves on men, co-ercing them and grabbing their private areas, versus what has been happening in society lately. Trump grabbinmg the P-word, Cosby, and so many more taking advantage of women in the wrong ways would be banished. If any woman made a move on a man, or was to touchy or verbal, There are few if any men who would sue them or charge them with sexual assault or co-ercion. A simple solution-reverse the roles, let the men be harassed by women, let society allow women to take the lead and see how it goes. Just a thought in song. Unwanted Advances Are Ruining Romances !! Hey there girl you look as catty as can be with your long slender boots hiked up above your knees and with your skirt hem high enough to be a tease do you want to go caterwauling with me share a litte wooing catch a catnap too….. But wait a minute let me offer my apologies that’s something I just can’t do. Your low cut blouse can barely hold your brick house your showing off what you’ve got for free are you out looking for love a kind you’ve never dreamed of, I’ve got to promise you it won’t be me Chorus- Don’t you understand men now live under a curse if we take too long a glance at you then we’re perverse,Today’s society has made romance a bitmore terse and any courting of a woman might be called co-erced….. Because some men great and Trumped!! abused that priviledge making unwanted advances part of their image and though they got what they deserved lawsuits and time in jail a lot of regular guys are turning tail at any chance at meeting you or any loving you. Chorus- Soon Gals will understand that men live under a curse perhaps the roles should be reversed. Let women make all the romantic moves making hooking up a lot less terse, cause men will never think a woman courting the, is co-erced...or preverse Let the rukes of dating be reversed....reversed!! Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018-W/credit to Pixabay.com for a stellar pic

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Sweetly United. You’ve taken me on so many first class flights always sweetly united almost every night we unfasten our belts and then we hold on tight as we rocket to paradise till morning light So let me put this guitar down cause my songs almost done then we can head upstairs and share a whole lot of fun All I’ll need is a G-string and your pretty smile to get me in concert with you for a long , long while. Chorus- Making love to you is like a permanent Staycation sharing ultimate bliss and purest relaxation I don’t need no scenic views cause you’re my inspiration lost in the afterglows of all love’s sweet sensations. Soon you will dress up in white and I’ll put on a bowtie even though I’ve never been a bowtie kind of guy But I’d wear a strait jacket cause I’m crazy for you and get married by a shrink somewhere in Timbuktu Chorus- Cause making love to you is like a permanent Staycation Just sharing ultimate bliss and purest relaxation I don’t need no scenic views cause you’re my inspiration lost in the afterglows of all love’s sweet sensations. So let me put this guitar down cause my songs almost done then we can head upstairs and share a whole lot of fun All I’ll need is a G-string and your pretty smile to get me in concert with you for a long , long while. Chorus- Making love to you is like a permanent Staycation sharing ultimate bliss and purest relaxation I don’t need no scenic views cause you’re my inspiration lost in the afterglows of all love’s sweet sensations. always sweetly united almost every night we unfasten our belts and then we hold on tight as we rocket to paradise till morning light......... Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2018-w/credit to Pixabay.com for their superb pics..

Jealousy Is A Demon IIII an O Henry Style Story Published on Mar 16, 2018 Barbed brambles without and barbed bumbles within, barbed tongue telling lies to convince him of sins, Beelzebub at the door while busy bud works inside, with cement freshly poured in the basement to hide, the remains of his folly when his wife slept around, in his own bed, his own house he had evidence found. Came home early from work and caught her talking away, on what "he" likes to eat, and how "he" loves to play, how he gives her sweet kisses, how they took a long walk, on and on went her talk. He had parked on the street the door was unlocked, so he listened to her, till he went off half-cocked He crept upstairs while she was still using the phone, where the bed was all rumpled, she had not been alone black hairs on his pillow and his hair was light brown, Some strange calls on her cell phone to a place called "Companions", he figured he'd dump his murder weapon somewhere deep in the canyons, So he loaded his pistol took a pillow downstairs, and when she was done talking he shot her dead, then and there. But on his way out the back door Headed to the garage, for a mop and some cleaner truth hit him like a barrage, Nestled back in the corner was a puppy that slept long black hair, and some dog toys then the guilt in him crept, He Found a bill from Companions for a puppy she'd bought, because today was his birthday he became overwrought, He found a leash and a card, saying "Happy birthday I bought you a puppy, love you in every way." "Jealousy is demon !!" destroying all that you needed He went back into the kitchen put the gun to his head, and that old devil succeeded that old devil succeeded They found both of them prone on the floor near the sink, and the puppy was lying in a bed full of stink. now the house is all closed yellow tape marks the doors, of one blameless, one guilty, but both lost evermore. both lost evermore……….. Jealousy Is A Demon! an O.Henry Style Story song Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III- ©-2018-Short fiction in song

A Lover's Dilemma- Movie -Finis III She's got me running around in circles all day, searching for that Compass of Love, Cause I really don't know what direction to take to win the girl that I am dreaming of. Most all of my efforts have gone south it seems Leaving me sitting just east of disdain, While a cold Northern wind is whispering in my soul..... saying "Go west young man she'll just cause you pain.... she'll just cause you pain.... But she's so beautiful and worthy of my tries, There's still a glint of possibilites in her eyes If she's not leading me on to the edge of a cliff, if she's still pondering me...eeee and all of love's What ifs???? All of my efforts have gone south it seems Leaving me sitting just east of disdain, While a cold Northern wind is whispering in my soul..... she's not leading me on to the edge of a cliff, if she's still pondering me...eeee and all of love's What ifs???? I guess the answer will come eventually But where does that leave me where does that leave me....... Just east of disdain..... ."Go West Young man she'll only cause you pain!!! she'll only cause you pain!!! A Lover's Dilemma. Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2018-with credit to Pixabay.com for superb pics

My Romantic Spiel! Movie IIII Published on Mar 13, 2018 Hooooooey, Baby you've got me kicking up my heels, I've never felt anything so righteous as the way you make me feel.... offering me everything desirous in a love that's unreal. And now I think that it's time Baby, that I reveal....... You are the only one to whom I'd ever make this appeal, I love your eyes of teal, your kisses and your sex appeal, Your personality it fits me to a tee and I know we're gonna be....... very happy. Hooooooey, Baby you've got me kicking up my heels, I've never known anything as righteous as the way I feel.... Offering me everything desirous in a love that's so unreal I think it's time to reveal, Baby it's way past time to reveal Baby......... my romantic spiel........ And I know we're gonna be......... very happy!!! My Romantic Spiel. Art~ Whimsicvally Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2018-w/ credits as well to pixabay.com for superb pics.

I'm Coming Back To You. Published on Mar 9, 2018 I could hold one .....l o n g note But I’d rather hold you……. I'd rather hold you I've spent too many nights plucking this guitar I tote Chasng dreams that don’t come true There have been Miles and miles of smiles between us Blocked by my endless gigs yet played booked in dive bars living in my car Dear God I wish I had stayed I wish I had stayed with the only dream that ever brought me Joy uncompromising Love that was surprising songs that filled my heart till music tore us apart. Chorus- So now I’m coming home Baby to watch the dust coat my guitar I’m giving up the applause to find a much better cause In rediscovering what once was ours... whay once was ours. Forsaking green rooms to bask in your lovely green eyes, and trading my vocals all in for your soprano sighs Yeah, The band will be disappointed but they all will know why cause they’ve spent too many nights just being lonely guys. The road's been no friend to me because it led me from you now it can lead me on back to where I can love you that’s all I wanna do And I am hoping, with all my heart and soul that you do too………. That you do too........ Art~Whimsically Yours studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018 Credit Pixabay.com for superb pics.

My Frigid Epiphany Movie Finis Published on Mar 7, 2018 I squat, in the bitter cold of a waning March, where the only warmth around me lies in the tip of my cigarette freshly lit. As I draw into my lungs a man made rush, then purge it with a long sigh of white, that curls in a cloud of toxic gas. As I gaze above to other burning points of light, that hang a trillion miles above, Familiar night lights that wooed me, even as a child they instilled wonder. I've often pontificated on how many other creatures far more bizarre then I, orbit those distant points of pin prick light. Staring with eighty eyes or omnipotence at my own star distant and cold pondering who might worship its warmth. And so I flick my dying habit in a long arc, its orange contrail lighting up the darkness as it splashes into the pure white snow in a flare of embers. Then the night grows colder as I realize, that unlike the stars I am as temporal, as a smoke a bit of organic matter burning out. my own warmth extinguished, with that long final puff of life's sweetness But those stars will burn on far above, gently illuminating the crater left by my dismissal from mankind, and perhaps they will guide my soul's journey to the great beyond... to that great beyond. My Frigid Epiphany. Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018-Also credit Pixabay.com for great pics. Category Music

When Love Comes Round Again- Video Lyrics When Love comes round again like an old friend, tapping me on my shoulder, and directing my gaze towards you.... it brings a warm Summer breeze from way back when. My breath escapes me, and that overwhelming urge to know you more becomes my most passionate goal. my most passionate goal Those bittersweet thoughts of loves I 've lost, vanish like a bubble blown across the winds of a melancholy place. far from here, far from your gaze which now locks on me, in pale blue splendor. Your face is like a question mark of possibilities yet answered, and your hint of a smile, that's curled up your invitation wrapped in the red ribbons of your lips, bids me say hello. and strive once more, to never say Goodbye, for there is little that is good about a goodbye when love comes around again. When love at long last comes around again it offers a promise to your now, then and when with a fresh start of chapters of pages to bend the story of two seeking love without end. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2018

Swapping Spirits Unspoken impulses propel our lips to collide Just something misty in your eyes... r and then as if we are magnetic, suddenly you are in my arms. Noses turning, lips connecting in a soft mash, breathlessly Love’s most cherished communication addressed in the enveloping of two, Like a butterfly caught in the reeds of a pond, gently being freed by love's most endearing caress, to soar together to the heavenly bliss of a long warm wet kiss. Suctioned together as tongues explore and fingers dally in tantalizing places. I could spend hours locked to your sweet lips, damn the need to breathe, I might never come up.for air But then there are your eyes, sky blue wide and mooney, that make the pauses between kisses so intensely unique, and kisses often fall prey to gravity. Endless valleys and lovely mounds of skin, so very much to kiss, as we share the quiet of two soundlessly pressing needs from lips to lips, and answering passions call . Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2018- Credit Pixabay.com for great pi

Winking And Blinking We Trod II - As the lizard blinks the fly escapes, till its next meal comes its way Each time the soldier blinks his vision clears, and then his bullet finds his prey. If the lady winks sometimes new love is born, in a signal he's okay, then they're off to share many nights of bliss, from the needs her eye's conveyed. Split second revelations come from the darkness eyes embrace as we rejoin the word at large raising flesh curtains each day Eyes find brief rest beneath each blink as tear ducts cleanse their surface from the dust and dirt of daily use, just to sharpen our observance of it all. The orphan blinks and a teardrop falls it's a call for a mothers love. When the heavens blink they set those tearrops loose bringing tears from Moms above. Eyes find brief rest beneath each blink as tear ducts cleanse their surface from the dust and dirt of daily use, just to sharpen our observance Even in our dreams we blink in awe, at the strange worlds we explore, till our final blinks when we all will sink into death forevermore. Foevermore! Matthew F. Blowers III Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio ©-2018 credit Pixabay.com for the lizard pic

LOVEASAUR. LOVEASAUR That moment was crystallized then fossilized into the amber of a love grown hard I can still see your eyes and how the shoulder blades of your back cut me to the core..... chorus- Now I’m a Loveasaur Baby when it comes to you just another victim of extinction in your heart and the footprints you’ve left in my soul will last forever and a day since you went away I spend my lonely nights scraping the shards of love’s remains from the frozen tundra of my memories. My grief is mammoth since your moods went glacial and my world once palatial is now a humble cave where I squat and rave over our bygone days…… chorus- I’m just a Loveasaur Baby when it comes to you just another victim of extinction in your heart and the footprints you’ve left in my soul will last forever and a day since you went away My ]ove for you was historical but now it’s been left hysterical you‘re no longer enthralled and I’m just a Neanderthal in your forgotten past in your forgotten past Art Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III [C]-2018-credit pixabay.com for great pics.

HERE'S TO THE YAWN.[THIS SONG IS GUARANTEED TO MAKE YOU YAWN] Published on Feb 17, 2018 Here’s to the Y A W N a grand canyon of flesh that opens up and sucks the air while blood rushes to the temples to worship the wailing wall of sound that emerges. With eyes squinched tight and arms flung out like limbs in a twisting wind while your hand flys up in a panic to cover the act as if a piece of your soul might just plop out. And soon an epidemic occurs a contagion of sorts as all around you other mouths fall prey to the yawn to that widening rush of inhale and stretch and cover that huge and widening manhole of a Y A W N ! Perhaps you too as well are right now are about to begin to yawn lips trembling as they feel that kind of a roaring rush flow through your entire system as it kicks in don't fight it, because it feels good set it free for you see it is yawns in free flight that make our dreams come to be reality. And if my song inspires you to yawn then I have reached a pinnacle somewhere on top of a nightcap I have moved you with my song as silly as it is I am manufacturing yawns for the masses by mere words and my old guitar. And it is yawning now it's sound hole agape as this song I write, as my fancy takes flight ..............over your gaping yawns HERE'S TO ALL OF YOUR YAWNS all of your yawns. Art=Whimsically Yours Studio MATTHEW F. BLOWERS III [C] -2018 credit pixabay.com for thier superb pics

Nature's Magic Wands Nature's Magic Wands Once again I ponder from my halcyon days a pure white dandelion puff. holding wishes not yet blown, as I weed my way along life's many paths of despair. As a child I would use this lollipop of fluff to make a wish, and then blow away all my doubt, across the green pastures of youth. Tiny parachutes ascending, and then falling to plant endless flowering suns, that brightened up my world. Life always seemed better when we had faith in make believe till realty caused us to bleed Reality bears much harder burdens bending our spines in the struggles to achieve all of our dreams that we longed for, way back then when we launched those tiny wizards from a stem of hope Once again I ponder from my halcyon days a pure white dandelion puff. holding wishes not yet blown, as I weed my way along life's many paths of despair. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2018

Brittle Words Published on Feb 14, 2018 Your Brittle words baby I feel as if at...any moment they could shatter, if I sing one single note too high but if they did.... what would it matter.... Because my brittle hearts been broken, it only bleeds out fragile thought with your bittersweet words spoken... that destroyed the love we sought. Chorus- It's absurd to think that any song my calloused hands could play. would convince you to come back to me, but I'll sing it anyway. This tear strained voice, so full of trembling will never hold much hope to sway, our sweet love from disassembling, but it's all I've got to say. and so I play...... My brittle heart, my brittle words, are not the things you want to hear, they both lie crushed by cruel rejection like a brick against a mirror, True love once graced with silver linings, now smashed in pieces on the floor, my soul has no way of defining a life without you evermore.... yet still I write.... because it takes so long for love to die, crippled by loneliness each night, it helps to ease my pain with every sad refrain, perhaps someday I'll get it right... Chorus- Though it's absurd to think that any song my calloused hands could ever play. could convince you to come back to me, but I'll sing it anyway. This tear strained voice, so full of trembling will never hold much hope to sway, our sweet love from disassembling, but it's all I've got to say. and so I write.... ArtWhimsically Yours Studio MFB III Productions-©-2018 **credit Pixabay.com for superb pics

ABRA CADAVEROUS! -movie on Bulemia! Abra- Cadaverous. When her fingers began to look like her pencils, and her poems trailed off into hours of long sleep-like dazes, she suspected something was wrong something was wrong !? But her mirror was a liar. It showed a hearty, healthy, but overweight young lady glaring back at her each day. She’d kneel to offer sacrifices to her porcelain gods, in such minuscule portions, leaving no body fat to sustain her as her body began to devour her own organs. The hollow cost of her search for perfection, left her emaciated corpse, bent over many commodes. it was on a mundane Monday in January, when her heart could no longer overcome the strain of regurgitation. Her peers found her half in, half out like a swizzle stick balanced on the rim of an un-flushed toilet, and just about as un-pretty as a girl could get. They buried her 60 pound body in a closed coffin, and over the next several years she lost all the rest of her shedding her imagined fat until she was nothing but skin and bones, then just bones.....then dust. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2018-Credit pixabay.com for some superb pics. "if you waste away to nothing there will be nothing left to waste!" Quote By MFB III-©-2018

Strip it All Down, Baby .Published on Feb 13, 2018 Strip it down Baby all the love we knew take away all the pretenses that held our souls together like glue like glue............ and babe I think we'll find that there's nothimg left for me and you since that last time we stripped together left me feeling blue cause I just had no more desire for what we were about to do so let's just strip it down now Baby strip away that love we knew...... strip away that love we knew...... There will be others lining up to be with you wearing their mime faces hiding what's really true but they'll never love you Baby like I thought I loved You Like I thought I loved you....... I thought I loved you. So strip it all away you can repaint all the colors that have faded today...... and please don't beg me to stay Baby cause I'll have nothing to say..... I've got no heart left to pay let's just strip it all down and just throw it away....... Strip It All Down, Baby. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2018 Credit Pixabay.com for their great pics. "When love dies it must be buried in the past or it will haunt your future."

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Happenstances Shifting! -(hottest new song this year!) Published on Feb 10, 2018 Happenstance Shifting. ©-MFB III In that brief interlude when our eyes met and held I saw immense possibilities cradled in the bend of your smile. The soprano whisper of your "Hello," was like a literary feast to my hungry heart, but time is a slavemaster and we were driven on. It did not grant us the wile away moments to delve deeper, into your pale blue orbs of magnificent beauty, nor a platform for my affection dancing in verbs off my tongue. But there are always tomorrows hanging on untorn pages, and dates to pencil in when perchance we might meet again, and open the doors to our trembling possibilities. Happenstances Shifting as our eyes go drifting back to that place that we cannot excape back into the arms of loneliness once More......................... ©-2018-Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(singer-sonwriter Credit Pixabay.com for their beautiful pics.

Only ness -Movie-From my Album: "Dirges For All Of The Lonely." Published on Feb 8, 2018 "Table for one Please." still haunts her as the candle flickers over bittersweet wine but it cannot catch the gleam of his warm, brown eyes There is no one to drink to now even her dinner selection mocks her with a complicated menu "NO MEN for U!!" So many choices abound but nothing suits her tonight. She sits surrounded by stereo couples with all their romantic whispers echoing..... like the roar of a subway alone on a two seater home to an empty bed.... Where the clock ticks her off cause tonight there is no one to talk to and her cell phones a mime white faced and silent. And all the late movies offer her damned romance electronic passion leaves her prone to tears.... from a satelite dish F L O A T I N G in that void of dark space Showing her all that she's missing yet to come. But sleep eludes her it's sweet dreams Died a week ago..... So she just huddles on her balcony chase lounge Wrapped up in a blanket still carrying the scent of his absence. as she watches the city far below Simply go on without her.... without her....... "ONLY-NESS" Alternative Blues by- Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio (C)-2018 w/Credit to Pixabay.com for their pics

Toe Curling Love. (My most popular single this year) Published on Feb 7, 2018 I've got you under my skin and you're tattooed in my heart I've rented space in your soul this time I'm gonna be smart..... Cause I've never met a gorl who curls my toes like you do whenever I commence to kissing you.......... I've been down Love's road so many other times And I've learned enough to know you are the find...... of a lifetime!!! of a lifetime !!! And I'd be a fool if I let you go or gave you any reason to tell me "no," I've said "I love you" to so many so and so's But baby this time I know you are all I need you are all I need Cause I've got you under my skin and you're tattooed in my heart I'm renting space in your soul This time I'm gonna be smart.... Cause I've got you under my skin and you're tattooed in my heart I'm renting space in your soul This time I'm gonna be smart.... You are a work of art, baby Let me frame you in my arms forevermore...... forevermore. Toe Curling Love. Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III -©-2018 Credit Pixabay.com for thier pics. "Forever strive to find such love."

Forbidden Fruit. -Adults Only We said for better or worse, I’m sure that doesn’t include me finding you with my best friend in the nude acting lewd,. So don’t be begging my pardon in our garden of love, you tasted forbidden fruit denied on earth and above…… Trading trust into lust while I still thought you loved me. you’ve turned us into a modern day Adam and Eve….. tempted to dally with treats from my ex-friends family tree you put the famine in family and it’s time that you leave! You were the apple of my eye the Blossom I picked to share all the rest of my life but now we’re going nowhere I caught you both in “Our” bed I kicked his ass he dared bare Go on get out of my life Find someplace else and go there….. Go trade his trust into lust while he still thinks you love him, Bring him the pain you brought me and then he’ll know where I’ve been, He’ll know you scavenge your love from other family trees putting the end into girlfri-end until he too turns and leaves. You’ll wind up lonely and old with a little black book, documenting all the family trees that you came and shook, With no one in it to call cause they all took the fall, while you were out behind their back and having a Ball. Then you’ll remember how it was so nice Living with me in paradise. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2018 Credit Pixabay.com for thier pics.

Dear Abby ?? Published on Feb 3, 2018 I loved a girl whose name was Abby her beauty reached right out and grabbed me but she stretched my heart like taffy with all her mood swings coming at me Hot and cold........ She said she loved me then she didn't, I never knew when she was kidding, she was passionate, then distant.... truth be told. So I gave her an ultimatum Cause I was oh, so tired of waiting for my pure love she'd left tainted with fools gold. Then all her crocodile tears came fallling like a Summer rain, and I could see in her eyes love that would only bring me pain So I walked away and put our love aside on that rainy day.... But even now I still wonder at the game she played with my foolish heart long after we had to part. I loved a girl whose name was Abby her beauty reached right out and grabbed me but she stretched my heart like taffy with all her mood swings coming at me Truth be told....... And so I walked away forever and a day cause fools gold don't pay..... fools gold don't pay. Dear Abby ?? Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018

A Kurt Exit - A Lament For The Loss of Cobain .

Distance Movie finis Published on Feb 18, 2017 You've got that distant look in your eyes you leave me running blind I keep trying all the back roads to find your smiles but I get left behind. Your face is deadpan baby it's the perfect disguise one of life's alibis and I'm beginning to believe it's time I realize, that our love is lies....... We started off with a fire, baby but you extinguished it, it was gone in a flash! and much to my dismay you've left me "Just Kissing your ash!" You've got that distant look in your eyes, baby leading to a detour this time I think I'm really sure ... You've got that deadpan face that disguises all your alibis, and I'm beginning now to realize, that our love is lies. and that door's looking good to me Baby, It offers open arms that leads beyond what you've been offering me Emotional Harm.... Emotional Harm.... you've got that distant look in your eyes, baby and perhaps it's overdue, maybe it's time that I.... distance myself from you........ D I S T A N C E . Art~ Whimsically Yours studio-(c)-2017 Matthew F. Blowers III credit Pixabay for great photos

Love Is.....-Movie- Finis- A Tribute to John Lennon Published on Mar 22, 2017 What love is ... just one small segment explored.... Love is a tiny smidgen of chocolate on the rim of the pickle jar of my life it is a taste of what heaven will be like just a tidbit granted us here that we all hold dear. love is the wet nose of a puppy nudging your arm for a pet it is a gift of life, any life, whether by sacrificing yours for another, or bringing a child into the world and giving them all the love they can get.... it's your first kiss, and your last kiss as someone you love comes into or fades from your life but never your hearts, it's a Mom's hands with a cool cloth on a fevered brow, whispering soft endearments as only Mom's know how. it's that breathtaking kiss that leaves one gasping and grasping for more it is God's greatest gift to man, though man has often exchanged it for lust, and things lewd, broken, bent and lost it used it to gain divorce and tossed it abused, confused and wasted it. Yet it still remains lingering...patient and hoping men will use it wisely soon and end the sorrows of this world..... All the sorrows of the world. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2017- artwork by MFB III Productions A tibute painting to John Lennon

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Oh, That I Could Just Break Free. (movie)- finis Published on May 17, 2017 The spirit is willing but the..... ©-Matthew F.Blowers III-©-2017 Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Credit Pixabay.com for some pics. Oh..that I could just break free of fleshly bonds and wing my way across the skies that gray your world to touch you with a healing balm that calms you darkest hours to hold you in the cradle of my understanding and warmth to join with you sharing your pain and melting it into something worth cherishing but life has chains that bind us to its choices thus the spirit can only dream in order to fully blossom above the soils of life. which is why I write songs to offer words so meaningful that our spirits can still embrace between the lines. between the lines....

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Simply By Kissing You. ( Movie Finis) Published on Jun 26, 2017 I want to get high-ii-ii-ii-igh and fly way from my workday blues when my tedious days are through simply by kissing you baby……. Simply by kissing you………. I don’t need no marijuana cause I know that pretty soon I’m gonna catch the finest buzz that ever was when our lips at long last meet And I don’t want no heroin I’d much rather be spooning with you, enjoying every chapter of a needle less rapture with my heroine of love so true I just want to get high-ii-ii-ii-igh and fly way from my workday blues when my tedious days are through simply by kissing you baby……. Simply by kissing you………. And even when I’m out with Mother nature enjoying all of her beauty lent, I rather be making love with you in passion bent…….. beneath the canopy of my tent I can’t wait to get high-ii-ii-ii-igh and fly way from my workday blues when my tedious days are through simply by kissing you baby……. Simply by kissing you………. simply by Kissing you……….. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2017 Credit some pics to Pixabvay.com "Now go out and Kiss the One you Love!"

"Sketchy !" Published on Jul 30, 2017 Her face was sketchy much like the kind you find on a post office wall but she had a smile that could embrace the world with a hug. She was built like the Taj Mahal oh, so slender and tall with a whole lot up top and two ivory columns to support it all. She came on to me like one of those burrs stuck on your trousers that you can't get off no matter how hard you try. I was six shots to the wind well aged and though I knew better I was beyond all caring.... in my lonely buzz ! Then she sat on my lap like a puppy begging to be petted and started a slow grind across my Perry Ellis attire. so I parried with a drink for her and moved her next to me to avoid the scolding looks of the other bar patrons folks who looked like they all had just came off the boat at Ellis Island. It was a sleazy dive and it fit my mood that night you see I'd had my share of painted ladies as an artist and a lonely soul. and there were tiny details that started to skew my last call date with her. A hypodermic device that I spotted in her purse as she dug for her smokes and a light circle of pale flesh on her left ring finger. and the barkeeper discreetly mouthed the word that looked like "Trouble" and I snuck out the back door..... you see I am a man of independence I don't need no dependence on me One must beware of temptresses of the night for far too many come with demons who will make your dallying with their slaves a living hell. a living hell. Sketchy! Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2017 "Beware of what looks to good to be true, always look to stay true to what's good."

Journeys movie Finis Published on Jul 31, 2017 This old guitar has taken me on journeys few can find and i've strung along chasing unsung songs leaving all my woes behind Tugging on each string Just to find a chord that will open what was blind giving me a chance for a longer peek through the windows of my mind. It's sound hole like a hungry mouth devours all I play regurgitating music sometimes in an ugly rage. it knows that I'm no Robert Plant I'll be no Jimmy Page. I'm a somewhat crippled Hindenberg but let me burn up on a stage. burn out on a stage If you must face the sour taste of fame just turn it into lemonade but don't savot it till your retirement sitting in the cool, cool shade. Don't ever give up on your dreams even if they're skewed or screwed Chase them down until your final breath Then they just might still come true. then they may.... just might still come trye.... come true......... Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F Blowers III -©-2017 My Guitar i's instrumental in my life it's a curse and yet my saviour as I struggle with the handicaps of my fingers bad behaviors till my muse brings what folks savor. and upon my deathbed I will strum 1 last chord to end my labor.

You Know That I Could Love You Movie Finis Published on Aug 9, 2017 A Wail for possibilities not yet realized You know that I could love you I swear to God that I could love you If you could only give me just a smidgen of chance then I could fill that empty ballroom of your soul with laughter and dance.... If you'd just give me a smidgen of a chance after so many of your " I Can'ts" take a long honest look at me baby Then take a second glance Give me a chance! Cause you would be my one and only don't leave me here as only one Just give me a chance to woo you your smile will tell me it's begun Cause I need you Girl. Cause you know that I will love you girl Let me be the one. And if I should fail you somewhere long the way there'll be no need for me to stay, and no reason for you to say.... "I told you so!" Cause I'll just quietly go.... but you know that I'm gonna love you girl..... forevermore! You Know That I Could Love You Girl. Art~ Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2017 Credit Pixabay.com for pics

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On The Battlefields Of Love

Published on Jan 10, 2018 Your love is like a playground baby after we monkey around the bars as you teeter-totter close to me raising or lowering your lips to share a sweetest kiss And every night we swing in tandem going in and out and back and forth till our toes curl with abandon chasing butterflies of bliss….. Your love has been my favorite merry-go-round spinning me dizzily right off the ground making me realize I’ve never found nothing as perfect as this. And I would be remiss if I failed to mention how I’m always your maypole as you spin ribbons of silk around me answering all my urgent needs with your physicalness Let’s never hesitate to ride that two humped slide climbing to its breathless heights and then sail together in a heated rush to its afterglow like a sliding pole gripped tightly then floating down to what we both know we can never let go. We don’t ever have to grow up on the playground of love playing kissy face after an eager chase to the bedroom above….. tumbling together in a wrestling match till we both throw in our towels after sharing a shower together I’m in the mood right now. Cause your love is like a playground that stretches on forevermore with acres of smiles let’s stay awhile like we’ve always done before cause you’re the girl I adore…. yeah you’re The girl I adore…… Matthew F. Blowers III Art~Whimsically Yours Studio (c)-2017 Credit Pixcabay.com for pic.

I’ve got you on my tablet and some old photos I own Your pretty face is in my wallet and you’re still on my cell phone. You’re the treasure in my memory banks Love put aside and left me broke cause it’s been so long since I last saw you I’ve been alone since we last spoke… I’m still in love with pixilations and what some negatives produced I’ve got lots of sweet reminders but what I don’t have babe is you It’s hard to cuddle with a photograph It’s just a still life 8 by ten and when my cell phone rings your face just kicks my apps I want to hear you voice again I don’t want to delete each precious memory or tear up every photograph cause I’m praying fate and hope can find a way for me to somehow get you back. My damn cell phone rings at least five times a day and Im sure that it is you I feel its sweet vibrations and its upbeat tones but then some salesman’s voice came through. Trying to sell me some insurance or vacations in paradise when all I need is just assurance you haven’t traded me for some new guy I wish you’d give me one more try before I erase you and say goodbye. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2018- credit Pixabay.com for pic.

Lie Still With Me Baby Adult content A sizzling hot tune for all lovers, lonely listeners, Males who love passion and passionate females.

I've Fallen Into You! -(Movie)- finis-Inspired by Liddy Clark's newest song. This song just popped into my head after i listened to Liddy Clark's newst song. " Falling Into You." right here on Twitter and Spotify Make sure you listen to it too and who knows what it will inspire you to do!

When God Made Butterflies III movie A Myth in Song When God made butterflies, the devil grew quite jealous of these divine flits of fancy, and so he crafted a like creature, to inhabit the darkness. Furry, brown and white, grey and dappled night dancers, which he set free in the world, to rule his dark domain. But when they saw the brightness that had not touched them, to make them beautiful they flung themselves in suicidal waves into any light they could find. Each Moth hoping for a transformation from the devil's flawed design. But alas they burned up against the incandescent glass and fell wingless to perish in non-heavenly bodies under the hungry beaks of the birds. Thus back into hell they go, where the devil pins their souls, to another set of dark wings, to waste on porch lights, and streetlamps in their endless futile attempts to be something much better in the hierarchy of life. We are so much like a moth tempted by the darkness We are so much like a moth tempted by darkness much like moths to the flame in death we perish never claiming our beautiful wings cause we attack the light....... WHEN GOD MADE BUTTERFLYS. Art~Whimsically Yours studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2017 *photo from my personal work.

So I'm Back Again Movie finis So I'm back again to your placid waters just to sit and smile and reminisce about past days with you. ... cause it's been a while. it's been awhile............ Watching tiny Sons and Daughters play just the way I used to do on the shores of your tea-colored lake beneath Summer skies I didn't come to bike or hike I've got nothing I'm planning 'cept to walk the waters edge here at beautiful Black Moshannon I'll pause where I built sand castles near where my sisters played all vanished 'neath the grains of time but still it bids me stay...... By this sacred lake on my memory lane here to cool my blues and ease my pain. standing where my Mom and Dad would sit but theyr'e both gone on ain't no fixing it........ There are no palm trees scattered round just Oaks and Pines and that lovely sound the babble of tiny tots at play so I close my eyes and just drift away......... I'm back again to your placid waters on the shores of your tea-colored lake beneath Summer skies so blue. So I'm Back Again. Art~ Whimsically Yours studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2017 "Get away and find some peace this Summer The world is far too hot this year, please cool yourself from the rage to come and Peace to you and yours always!"

The Agony And The Ecstasy Audacity III The agony and the ecstasy have now become as one the ecstasy of making love to you and the agony of what I’ve done How can a man be in love with two women keeping the truth of what’s shared with them hidden taking the pleasures they’ve trustfully given in an act that cannot be forgiven. Turning two contracts of marriage’ into a huge miscarriage, and now I’m facing one husbands gun….. As I look in his eyes and feel that barrel that lies pressed against my heart with eager hate I see the wounds that I’ve caused in that split second pause but my regret for what I’ve done is too late. My hands are bound to a chair he captured me in a snare as I was leaving his wife’s warm bed, then his lips bent to my ear and filled my last breath with fear with the four venomous words that he said…. “Enjoy Hell’s Lonely Despair!” Then his finger indexed and filed away all my sex with his dear wife in a cold morgue drawer, six bullets punctured my heart as I felt my soul depart to a place I’ll share forevermore. Nothing but darkness around me stretching outward endlessly I walked for weeks to find someone but this place only holds me in a cold loveless world Hell has no fires that burn this will be my lonely limbo from which I’ll never return…… Just agony with no ecstasy a fitting punishment for me cause I was greedy with love and now my soul has been shoved into a loveless Hell eternally…… Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2017 credit pixabay.com w/some pics.

Succubus! movie finis Succubus! You scratch your nails across my windows, nightly you scream outside my door and now I hear your high heels slapping staccato taps across my floors then your spirit makes it’s entrance from the absence of your tomb and though I still can’t see your tear stained face I can smell your sweet perfume….. Then you press your ectoplasm against me smothering my flesh bringing me icy cold orgasms as our souls converge and mesh…. I know I promised you forever but I did not realize I would be haunted by your vengeance because my love wound up just lies. You took your life when we divorced you did not even leave a note, but now you’re sharing all your agony and making me death’s cruel scapegoat. till death do us part was our promise babe but now I’m suffering cause I slipped and strayed, I never cared about her anyway but now you’re going to make me pay. My pistol keeps appearing on my bed sheets every night from it’s locked drawer and I’m fearing it’s the way to make things right…… Till death do us part was our promise made but now I’m a doubting Thomas Babe…. I’m suffering because I slipped and strayed, I never cared much for her anyway but now you’re going to make me pay. but now you’re going to male me pay…… Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2017 Credit Pixabay.com W/ photo

Love Only Knows Two Needs Movie Finis Love only Knows Two Needs. Love is the most worthy possession in the whole wide world You can have all your gold and money I’ve got one of life's finest honeys I’ve got a beautiful girl. You can keep your fancy cars driving to some lonely bars on a Saturday night There aren't too many gals who weep because you drive a Rent-A-Heap..... if you truly love them it will be all right. Love doesn't come with fancy clothes, it's better less dressed I suppose? True love is far more rare. Than any castles or mansions across the earth, Whether you're homely or handsome love offers more than your worth Love has no need for that inheritance you got at birth Loves only longing is for filling lonely souls with mirth! Because love is the most worthy possession in the whole wide world. There's no need to impress with fancy cars lots of money and expensive clothes. Cause Love works best by sharing kisses that will curl your toes. True Love works best by sharing kisses that will curl your toes. "Cherish the completeness, the riches and the purity of true love and you will never look on a partner poorly." Matthew F. Blowers III ©-2017 Art~Whimsically Yours Studio

Grafitti From My Mind! movie 0002 In the convoluted cauliflower of my synapsing brain lie memories both good and bad some that please and some that pain.. Moments that I knew that I am still quite happy to reclaim. and other moments that still bring Godawful pain. But there ain't no delelte button anywhere upon my skin and I can't erase all the downer loads that my blues put in Sometimes I have to bleed my soul in dirges filled with rhymes. until I'm feeling fine, feeling fine ...feeling fine It's just a fact of life, we create what we become.... in a hell of our own making or a heaven to come....... Perhaps those synapses that fire our brains long after we all die will still remain charging us for our crimes or bringing moments Sublime. for all of time.... Grafitti From My Mind! Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2017 w/credits tp Pixabay.com for some pictures

Commander In Grief Movie finis III Published on Feb 4, 2017 An Open Letter To The Commander-In-Grief You strolled into the White House dictating Sheer disaster, with all your ego and your money but you’ve still got no class …Sir????? they’ll be sticking your policies up your rich ass much faster. then all of your promised relief and your tweeted useless chatter, because Americans are not your slaves and you are not our master Build your huge wall of hate by executive orders with a 20% import tax on Mexican borders but when the drinkers of America buy shots of tequila, at twenty bucks each they’ll want you shipped to Korea. Plus you’re denying many innocent Muslims a Visa,. with a policy bent more than the Tower of Pisa, Lumping them in with terrorists and though it might please ya, Will more Americans die???!!! Did that thought ever seize ya??? You act without thinking and think without acting you mock Korean missiles telling them “It Won’t Happen!” (atomic Blast!) When you kick a hornet’s nest they’re the ones you leave laughing as their stingers remove the West coast while you’re still yapping. You seek to make laws to prevent all protesters from dissing the government they have no right to pester the king of complaining whose a twit and a texter Much like an angsty teenager, who can’t handle the P R E S S U R E !. You want to silence the media and prevent their attendance from certain meetings you hold which is truly horrendous you want only acceptance with no negative reference so you spit on the rights of our dearest amendments. I refute your abilities to run the U.S. you’re not the U- in United and your S-tate is a mess. in your first week in office you went after health care but when we asked you what’s better? you have no plans to share soon folks will be dying while your primping your hair. Hair the color of a peach and perhaps that’s a clue, maybe it’s time your hairdo matched the rest of you, through a simple solution that is not out of reach keep on slumming with the Russians and we’ll bring on the bleach Keep pissing off the world and they’ll beg us to teach One blowhard ex-leader the pains of being Impeached! The Pains of Being IMPEACHECD !! Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2017 Peach photo property of Matthew F. Blowers All rights reserved.

An Open Letter To The Commander-In-Grief You stroll through the White House Hell bent on disaster, with all your ego and money but you’ve still got no class …Sir????? they’ll be sticking your presidency up your rich ass much faster. then all of your promised relief and your tweets useless chatter, because Americans aren’t slaves and your not our new master Build your huge wall of hate by executive orders with a 20% import tax on the Mexican borders but when the drinkers of America buy shots of tequila, at fifteen bucks each they’ll want you shipped to Korea. You’re denying all innocent Muslims a Visa,. with a policy bent more than the Tower of Pisa, Lumping them in with terrorists and though it might please ya, Will more Americans die? Did that thought ever seize ya??? You act without thinking and think without acting you mock Korean missiles telling them “It Won’t Happen!” when you kick a hornet’s nest they’re the ones you leave laughing as their stingers remove the West coast while you’re yapping. You seek to make laws to prevent all protesters from dissing the government they have no right to pester the king of complaining whose a twit and a texter like an angsty teenager, who can’t handle the P R E S S U R E !. You want to silence the media and prevent their attendance from certain meetings you hold which is truly horrendous you want only acceptance with no negative reference so you spit on the rights of our dearest amendments. I refute your abilities to run the U.S. you’re not the U- in United and your S-tate is a mess. in your first week in office you went after health care but when we asked you what’s better? you have no plans to share soon folks will be dying while your primping your hair. Hair the color of a peach and perhaps that’s a clue, maybe it’s time your hairdo matched the rest of you, through a simple solution that is not out of reach keep slumming with the Russians and we’ll bring on the bleach keep pissing off the world and they’ll beg us to teach One blowhard ex-leader the pains of being Impeached! Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2017

"Treasure Your Love.-" MP3- Audacity -movie- Published on Jan 26, 2017 Loneliness is a state of being empty of all that matters it comes when you’re old and it’s no fun when your young and it runs with your tears that splatter. Whether homely or handsome loneliness holds a ransom to pay when your heart is shattered, Eating holes in your soul it leaves you no place to go when your emotions and dreams have been battered. Even the most beautiful all over the world suffer loneliness just like you…. enduring heartbreak and sorrow and they face a tomorrow where their all going to grow old too, grow old too... It’s a fact of our lives even with husbands and wives love can change to apathy it’s true Loneliness is just a lesson on how much love is a blessing cherish it in everything you do. But you know loneliness too must always face an -end that‘s found in the last three letters of fri-end which can turn into a boyfriend or girlfriend who spend every minute with you till loneliness is condemned. to go off in a sputter yet still turn and utter that someday soon he’ll be back again. The most beautiful people all over the world they suffer loneliness like you…. enduring heartbreak and sorrow and then they face a tomorrow where they’re all going to grow old too, It’s a fact of our lives even with husbands and wives love can change to apathy it’s true Loneliness is a lesson on how love’s such a great blessing always let your love be faithful and true…. cherish it in everything you do……. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2017 .photo credit...Me

Morning Has Broken So Why The Hell Fix It Movie Finis Morning has broken so why the hell fix it. each days a long stumble till night falls again. my whole worlds a tumble, ungraceful without you... only my steady dreams bring remembrances when... Back when mornings were blessed by your warmness beside me, and my days were encompassed in the sheer joy of you, every night fell with warms lips enveloping passion in a less clumsy world where all our dreams came true. Each step that I take when I rise from my bed, takes me further away from the paradise we knew and your scent it still lingers in the pillows beside me, greeting me every morning, haunting me all day too. Then the night staggers in as I stare at the ceiling, counting all of the stucco points hanging above. then I count endless sheep till I'm finally asleep, and back in the arms of the girl that I loved Morning has broken so why the hell fix it, My days a long trip till the night falls once more, time no longer has meaning as I slowly am weaning My heart from its shattering by a girl I adored. Morning has broken so why the hell fix it, it matches my heart since you left me behind, let it bleed through my window, in a bright yellow puddle, let it break hard forever through the slats of my blinds, why the hell should I fix it when it's been so unkind. when it's been so unkind......... Art-Whimsically Yours Studio ©-2017 by-Matthew f. Blowers III Credit Pixabay.com w/some pics.

On Smoking & First Love. -Movie First love like your first cigarette it starts off hot then burns down slow with a racing heart it steals your breath they’re a lot alike you know… Gracing your lips and fingertips with smoking hot desires requiring a gentle grip as you savor passions fires Your first girl is the filter for your masculinity she gives a sweet and smother taste and sets your tension free. both tease addictively. Soon cravings will consume you to have more of it each day but whether nicotine or sweet perfume there’s a price you have to pay…. First loves are just a sampling a glimpse of what’s to be, a lesson for your younger years a love they call “Puppy” And cigarettes briefly address Life’s cruel anxieties but soon enough they bring duress cause you can’t let them be. They’re full of similarities they both keep you compelled but first loves usually fade away they will not harm your health.. So if I had my druthers over smokes or first time lovers. I‘d choose to skip the nicotine for a girl whose like no other. Who will guide me through my innocence and give me much to cherish over cigarettes that might bring me too many ways too perish! First love like your first cigarette it starts off hot then burns down slow with a racing heart it steals your breath they’re a lot alike you know… Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2017 Credit Pixabay for their Pics.

The Artonotes II- by Pierre Rosique & M F Blowers III Synthesizer & Accoustic version

The Artonotes-Movie- By Pierre Rosique & Matthew F Blowers III Published on Jan 18, 2017 If I could ride a guitar string D, G. C, A or maybe E stretched high beyond the galaxy.... To distant worlds, like eighth notes hurled beyond what's atmospherical changing me from what's grown stagnant into something far more lyrical Or simply catch a huge blast from some massive sax till I am flung by wails propelling me out of dimensions I have known into the fifth where I’d be blown away by entering a zone Where I would see with jaundiced eyes, that my craft holds no compromise that music knows no boundaries what encounters there would be abandoning all that's earthly and find unheard of stellar notes that grip with such intensity a humble music man like me. Soon I would dance and freely float in a thousand times less gravity as my brain absorbs what masters wrote and turns it into mental totes while my flesh becomes an Artonote. My skin etched microscopically with all their musicalities my fingertips graced surgically playing anything that’s handed me plus blueprints of the most bizarre new instruments that make guitars and keyboardsrendered all sub par, stellar instruments that break the rules and make ours look like cave men’s tools Then as an Artonote set loose and homeward bound their new recruit with aliens cheering me as I go to introduce what we don’t know, turning all who are still earthy in to Arto-note-worthy’s as the music we play all goes topsy-turvy Of course for now it’s all just a dream created from Rosique’s great song theme But maybe someday when I must die my soul will soar the endless skies as an Artonote seeking the prize of music that will end my cries for more then just the standard notes used endlessly and then rewrote for brand new riffs that hypnotize, with sounds we have not cannibalized. with harmonies that blend the wails of Jupiter’s storms with meteor tails a sizzling hot new way to sail the universe beyond the pale as aliens dance beneath my flights their planets rocked with sheer delight at a passing star in the distant night. at a passing star in the distant night...... in the distant night Synthesizer, music & arrangement by Pierre Rosique lyrics and melody by Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2017- Pic credits to NASA & Pixabay.com w/ many thanks to Pierre for collaboarating with me on this one. Check Him out on Fandalism.com

If I could ride a guitar string D, G. C, A or maybe E stretched high beyond the galaxy.... To distant worlds, like eighth notes hurled beyond what's atmospherical changing me from what's grown stagnant into something far more lyrical Or simply catch a huge blast from some massive sax till I am flung by wails propelling me out of dimensions I have known into the fifth where I’d be blown away by entering a zone Where I would see with jaundiced eyes, that my craft holds no compromise that music knows no boundaries what encounters there would be abandoning all that's earthly and find unheard of stellar notes that grip with such intensity a humble music man like me. Soon I would dance and freely float in a thousand times less gravity as my brain absorbs what masters wrote and turns it into mental totes while my flesh becomes an Artonote. My skin etched microscopically with all their musicalities my fingertips graced surgically playing anything that’s handed me plus blueprints of the most bizarre new instruments that make guitars and keyboardsrendered all sub par, stellar instruments that break the rules and make ours look like cave men’s tools Then as an Artronote set loose and homeward bound their new recruit with aliens cheering me as I go to introduce what we don’t know, turning all who are still earthy in to Arto-note-worthy’s as the music we play all goes topsy-turvy Of course for now it’s all just a dream created from Rosique’s great song theme But maybe someday when I must die my soul will soar the endless skies as an Artonote seeking the prize of music that will end my cries for more then just the standard notes used endlessly and then rewrote for brand new riffs that hypnotize, with sounds we have not cannibalized. with harmonies that blend the wails of Jupiter’s storms with meteor tails a sizzling hot new way to sail the universe beyond the pale as aliens dance beneath my flights their planets rocked with sheer delight at a passing star in the distant night. Art~Whimsically Yours studio Matthew f. Blowers III-©-2017 Inspired by Pierre Rosique song: Artonotes! http://fandalism.com/cosmos66666/edLy Be sure to chreck it out. Hey Pierre, I would love to add this to your music in a collaboration extension of your instrumental, can't promise there will be alien input but you never know.~~LOL

East of Omaha -Movie of the Week 0006 Love affairs are a carnival they set up camp in your heart... bright and beautiful and you are drawn to the colors, the sounds, the scents the tastes.. all the exquisite illicit tastes but then one night in the wee hours of the mourn they break camp and leave, offering you nothing but a barren field plus the debris of what was and is no more. Loneliness is a freak show a stage of one where it feels as if the whole world all can see your flaws. It's just carnies tearing down the carnal ride you were on, dismantling your rush to the skies. it's a cotton candy or a caramel apple stick emptied of the sweetness devoured by a hunger that dissipates and disposes of all of your dreams and just moves on. I wish for you only true love with no affairs attached nor lonely interims. True love is a castle of solid rock, strong, steadfast and sure and not penetrated by any other. Anything less is a fly by night facade easily disassembled or a lonely existence equal to a bearded lady in a trailer on a back lot east of Omaha.... after all of her so called admirers have gone chuckling home. have gone chuckling home............ Author's notes: May you wander its elegant halls and sweeping staircases to the heavens and experience the granduer of true love's finest accomadations. Art~Whimsicallly Yours studio Matthew F. Blowers III (c)-2017

Remorse Code-( Bones)- Movie Published on Jan 13, 2017 If bones could write an epitaph Oh, how coffins would rattle in despair, Arlington would be a cacophony of calcium, rapping out in re-morse code the pain of dying oh, so young. Like Micheal's bones a meteor from his unfulfilled dreams lying dormant in the wreckage for twenty-eight years, far more time then he had lived. Tenderly dug out and boxed with reverence then cradled in a flag and brought home. Oh, how his spirit must have ached for the soil of his birth, from that stench of vegetative matter, in the spoils of Cambodia, after forbidden incursions, that took his very soul. What poetry his bones could write, what utter despair, penned in blood and his heroic stand Long forgotten, Songs that his lips will never sing still echo in the hearts of all those who loved him. and somewhere his guitar still waits its sound hole in a fixed scream, of silence far too long........ "My Country tis of thee, Sweet land of Liberty.... For thee I bleed. Art~Whimsically Yours studio Matthew F. Blowers III-(c)-2017

Stray Cats! the movie! Stray cats are lean and mean they’re seldom prone to fat they like to howl in every alleyway till folks yell “Scat!” and there’s millions of them out there cause they’ve all begat… but if you ever try to catch one they’re just way to fast.. The only time I ever cornered one he hissed and spat. They use the bumpers of your car to scratch their backs and they do a lot of dumpster diving for their snacks, if your trash can lid is loose your yard will wind up full of trash and when the cities try to cull them it takes too much cash. But there is one form of ugly puss that’s worse than that, and they’re seldom lean or mean that’s why they’re called Fat Cats, they like to prowl all over Washington D.e-C.eit where they steal a portion of your taxes and your hard earned pay. There’s a whole lot of them out there all just getting rich coughing up some hairball programs with their lobbyists…. but if you ever try to catch one their just way to slick that’s just the nature of the game we all call politics. But unlike stray cats we have a way that we can track all the useless things perpetuated by Fat Cats, then we have to vote them out when it’s election time cause their service to our country’s nothing but a crime I’ll take a stray cat any day over a Fat Cat’s grief but the apathy of voters is beyond belief Seven million failed to vote they never even showed up and that kind of attitude is like a cat’s throw up! So don’t be howling like a pussy ‘bout the state of things If you ignore the voting booths you ought to move to Beijing they don’t have too many stray cats cause they all get ate, while the Fat cats who rule China dine off fine blue plates. Any democracies a mockery you’d fit right in. so take your apathy and give the orient a spin. yeah, take your damn apathy to China where you don’t ever need to win. Art~Whimsically Yours Studio Matthew F. Blowers III-©-2017