Art~Whimsically Yours

All by My Heart is where she stays attached like glue her fervent gaze will feed my needs through all my days and all my nights in so many ways all by my heart and mine by hers it's the truest love I must conur in our tiny cottage, filled with the warm glow of inspiration burning, and candles casting shadows on parchment begging strokes of that precious ink from think. In my large and cozy armchai...

Sometimes it seems the world is full of bullies who delight in treating others cruelly projecting their own insecurities and lack of self esteem on those who they deem weaker which makes them feel stronger about their nasty selves But for those who are bullied After a while, a smile becomes bent twisted by force into a facade. A sad way to simply cope, against any sharp, cruel points that are hurl...

True love waits, till blue love's fade, with blissful kisses, that end charades, the parades of losers, who've led you on, the tirades of abusers, in the cold gray dawn. True love comes with surety, no leftover crumbs, just purity, most often found in maturity, saving those bound for obscurity. True love stays through thick and thin, it seeks new ways to change what's been, for one who prays, it b...

I searched in vain for so long for the fountain of youth, often chasing endless promises of vitality renewed capped in fat jars, glass bottles and tubes. But Age is ever so heartless, wrinkling even one's smile, we slip into its grasp unaware, of the deterioration that's daily occurring, till the mirror becomes our tattletale, exposing our flaws. But no surgery for me, with my skin stretched tight...

Bon Voyage! Each season offers travelers a porthole, with clear views of what is approaching as we sail onward through time and space, on our great mother-ship "Earth," resplendent, taking leaves with bright colored confetti, as we set off through September's voyage. Soon we're tossed on the whitecaps of winter, seeking shelter in the hold of our cabins as bitter winds howl, the cold is titanic, a...

https://soundcloud.com/chris-bright-330943118/these-flowers-are-for-you-81123-945-pm-1 April May dance Until June April's golden tresses grace willow trees and bless forsythia tips near my mountain porch, my heavenly perch. My dog catches zzzz's paws moving to squirrelly-cued dreams, as melted snow rushes faster to the river flowing towards the valleys below. And on this mountaintop clouds almost...

A Tale from The Cinders Of Ella. https://soundcloud.com/chris-bright-330943118/it-isnt-promised-112623-710-am Wheelchair-bound yet she dances over to the mirror, because he'll be here soon to take her for a long walk in the moonlight. She slips into her most elegant crystal glass beaded shoes, which really just are a pair of wrinkled, soiled peds beside her bed She applies a bright ruby sheen to h...

https://soundcloud.com/chris-bright-330943118/good-for-you-9123-704-pm I've found that beef cattle are so hard to face, alone in a pasture head to head one on one. I think it's their big liquid eyes with that gaze looking sadly contented, as they chew all that grows, into recycled cud. I guess it's just knowing that they're eating their way to a date with a hammer, to become my hamburger food I've...

When Love comes round....Again! Love again, comes around like an old friend, gently tapping me on the shoulder, and directing my gaze towards you. Breath escapes me, and that overwhelming urge to know you more becomes my most passionate goal. All bittersweet thoughts of the love I 'd just lost, vanish like a bubble blown across the winds of another melancholy place. far from here, far from your ga...

In Temporal Transitions, We Wallow. We are squeezed from the womb, in pelvic thrusts that can crush a tiny skull. We can be breech-ed or strangulated on umbilical cords, before we even breathe the air of life. We spend our entire lives in a fragile shell, of porcelain flesh vulnerable to razors, bullets, fists, disease, depression and disasters. Like sponges for the world's woes, we absorb the blo...

Losing Paradise. For my most precious Mother who has passed on: She was Jacqueline Kennedy and Marilyn Monroe, As lovely as Garbo or Bridgitte Bardot. She was Mother Theresa a most gentle saint, She became Clara Barton when I felt ill, or faint. As smart as Al Einstein, as kind as St. Nick, she was here 60 years but they went, oh, so quick She could generate smiles, she could bring me to tears, ma...

Come climb with me now on a magical ride on a carousel each of us to journeys far away spinning yesterdays into songs Hop on come along even old men ride it becoming young lads again high in the saddle chasing the winds of time from their parchment faces Lost in the memories of their youth as if the carousel is going backwards-sdrawkcab the music lilts stretching innocent grins where once sad visa...

The Voyage. There is a river that meanders through our souls, that starts with such clear and pristine beauty, as we gasp our first breath from the amniotic fluids that flow, way back in the womb of our mother's precious body and this river pushes us out of the womb into the world then it carries us through our lives, over rocky obstructions, waterfalls, and impasses, as we sail through the mounta...

I remember the bright melodies of its chimes while kids hollered "Hey Mom, got some nickels or dimes!" Then that white knight on wheels, decal plastered, drove slowly bringing sweet icy treats thirsty children found holy. In lopsided runs with coins clenched in their hands they came gazing at pictures and yelled their demands, "Gimme popsicles or an orange pushup!" they'd scream, as their cash wen...

The instrumentasl only version of this song can be heard at: https://soundcloud.com/chris-bright-330943118/the-gift-of-distance-121723-751-pm September Embers & The Gift Of Distance. From the orange and red, leafy remnants of September's Embers. I remember a fervent, Summer love hotter than the scalding sand just before the surf's splash brought two lover's feet sweet relief. The gift of distance...

The Instrumental version of this song can be heard at: https://soundcloud.com/chris-bright-330943118/over-and-over- 121823-702-am "MOTHER NATURE"S REVENGE." The black bird waited outside her window, each day at dawn, pecking hard on the glass, rattling her panes, and screeching loudly. Its green-blue eyes glaring inward, as she scrambled in a hurry to to dress and free herself from its daily attac...

I'm Hearing A Voice And It's All About You!! God told me to write this, no kidding he did, he's looking right over my shoulder now and my fingers are moving of his own accord. He's been trying to reach you for such a long time but you don't talk to him anymore. You used to every night before bed but the bitters of the world have dried your tongue, he misses you.... and you..... and you and hey! yo...

Comic observations by a ten-year old on the perplexites of human biological functions. Beneath the sink in my house of three sisters is a box or two of mysterious origin tucked way in the back as if trying to hide a treasure funny little paper wrapped tubes with a string attached mini-rockets of some kind, that they only pay attention to once in a while, but then I never know what becomes of them...

You were like another world to me you appeared as i crawled through the dead space of my life, my love at the speed of silence with no direction I was a meteor endlessly falling nowhere and you welcomed me to your embrace your smile like a thousand suns lit up all the darkness that festeted deep in the cavern of my heart. and all around me souls they orbited each other gravitated by the strength o...

Here are some thoughts on reassembling your heart when it's been broken your soul when it's been shattered and your dreams when they have crumbled into pieces Let each day be a drop of glue and lever let them know you are broken Smile often at those who attract you each smile might cement the shard of your hearts together one never knows but a long face only brings longing one never knows but a lo...

Paradise is but a bridge away for a composer, beauty is simply a river crossing for an immigrant, Prosperity becomes complete when it's bridgework for a dentist, It's a drawbridge for an artist, a fingerboard for guitarists, the gangplank is sweet shore leave for the sailor, A rope bridge is for all who've reached the end of it, a suspension bridge thrills those who love mystery, will it carry the...

What Of Any Value , Do I Have To Give For Love? I'd sacrifice the memories I hold dear, empty my heart and let my mind be clear, of all the loves I've known from every year, then make new memories if I only had you here, I'd offer every breath I've yet consumed, to any facing death and cold dark tombs, if I could have you once more in this room, to share a breathless kiss, and your perfume. Each d...

Momentary Awareness Personified. The moments I spend with you, are like the facets of a diamond, cut from time itself and polished with our soft caresses of love. These moments sparkle and gleam, each is a rare gem, that catches the light of your beauty and refracts it in my memory. Each time you are around it reminds me of a bubble freshly blown. Lips pursed as if blowing a kiss, as together we c...

How do I breathe when our break from this kiss means forsaking the bliss of your exquisite lips. Would that we could be forever embraced consumed by this joy you and me, face to face. Lost in this haven, as I now realize, there's no air that I'm craving as I drown in your eyes. How do I breathe when the nights don't hold you, empty bed, silent rooms void of all that we knew. How will I breathe, ti...

"What it cost to be there in love..... Undone." / / / / / / / / \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ \ When dreams transform into the drabbest of grays, and each sunrise becomes just an annoying light, in your saline washed eyes, love slows to a crawl. If the phone sits day after day, as a deaf mute begging on your nightstand, and you no longer can stand spending every night alone, crippled by loneliness, then love...