Art~Whimsically Yours
Art~Whimsically Yours
Many unique songs. Try one out and let me know what you think. I will return the favor. The Hollow-Days Of Addiction.(A Christmas message for all )Christmas has come back againFor the third year in a rowAnd we haven't seen our precious sonEver since he had to goTo jail then off to rehabThen violating two probation'sthe court ordered no contactSo we've had no conversationsCause he'd abused his Mom so muchLeaving her soul terrifiedand came after me so angrilyEvery time that he got highwe both tried in every way we couldBut then we had to say goodbye....Christmas on drugs and alcohol Was never a...
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Oct 14, 2025
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Episodes
"Two Hearts Once True Now Misconstrued."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 04.04.2024 1:56
Somewhere in the wee hours of the night, when loneliness .... it grips my soul so tight, I realize that I've lost everything to you, and that there's little left to do.... We shared a love that made the angels sing, A heavenly bliss that let two hearts take wing......... ....ing...ing...ing...ing we took wings, Baby! Sometime in the wee hours of the morn, as every hope, from my bruised heart is to...
"Just Another Gold Digger."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 04.04.2024 3:56
I was sitting in a barroom, feeling I was ready at last, thinking ....You and me baby, But wait a minute maybe I'll pass, Cause you were looking at me like I had a disease, as I headed towards you just to ask if you'd please, share a dance, but then I saw the true you in just one glance. Chorus- You're just another gold digger looking for something bugger than anything you'll ever have, you want s...
"Higher Love!" - by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 30.03.2024 2:22
Touching The Sky. You take me to the top of Everest Baby, but I never get no rest. hanging on for dear life Till the break of dawn As a lover baby you’re the best….. Climbing higher with each kiss and your sweet tenderness it doesn’t get much better than this till we reach that peak of pleasure that so few lover’s know collapsing and basking in the afterglow. Chorus- If love is a mountaintop baby...
"Don't Lose Your Dreams."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 30.03.2024 2:30
He wanted to be a Rock Star, But all he ever did was get stoned he fumbled with a guitar but he never got far and he died all alone. She wanted to be a Doctor she never made the grade she spent ten long years enduring her tears and she wound up a Nurses Aide. But dreams are elusive sometimes they slip away if you don't cling to then tightly there is a price to pay. So if you're out chasing dreams...
"The Last Holocaust Man." by-Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 30.03.2024 4:08
He's a wise old man who chose to tell me, tales of horror that he'd once lived through, simply pulling up his sleeve, he made me believe, by the numbers on his arms tattooed. part of his punishment for being a jew! With four bullet scars across his body, left by S.S. Troops and evil Nazi's the perfect candidate for paparazzi, to print fiction from what he claims true. Then as the memories in his h...
"Never Diddle, Diddle With The Moon." by-Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 29.03.2024 2:11
I placed the moon in my pocket, where it's large craters nestled, against the curves of my manly orbs, but I could not catch the sun. I tried most of the next day but various distractions, left me without it's cheery warmth. Some over sized cow kept jumping across my left thigh, with his back legs kicking off my 409's. A very daft dog was howling at my polka dotted boxers, like Snoopy on some Wood...
"Empty Fingers." by- Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 29.03.2024 5:14
Empty fingers curl around air, 10 digits in a row slightly bowed. relaxed but vacant they hang. Once they held a tiny infant's hand and marveled at the sight, Pounded life into a dying man cleared his airs passageway, saved two more... lost three, one a tiny child rescued. Walked miles thru yellow pages turned the plots in lots of books always wishing I could read one of my own. Entered the ecstac...
"Loneliness Is A Cruel Disease." by- Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 29.03.2024 2:46
Loneliness is a terrible disease it won't make you itch or cough and sneeze.... but it comes with a rash rash descions that skew attitudes and moods into solitude. Crippling your soul and wounding your heart destroying desires to make new starts.... it's contagious for two who've decided to part, And the cure is a struggle when you're no longer coupled finding new love's a puzzle..... loneliness i...
Lost In Your Arms - EX000 12 29.03.2024 2:27
There is a quiet place a refuge........... when my world turns blue...ue.. ue... ue and I've been without you for far too long when I need to rid myself of all the if's and when's and maybe's i just get lost in your arms and everything becomes so sweet you make my life complete. And I'm a lucky man to have been blessed with you you make my dreams come true baby, theres only one place i want to be...
"Having A Cow." by-Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 28.03.2024 1:29
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 grown up to love countless times at McDonalds. Pigging out on the remnants...
"Scars Are The Cliff Notes Of Our Loves Lost." by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 28.03.2024 2:51
Is love your weapon of choice slicing deep into my soul slashing all that it held dear lashing me with your tongue sharp, cutting words on how I am a dreamer and you are sorry that you ever met me...?? Is regret what you will sheathe. your bloody scalpel in wiping the essence of my existence on its leather scabbard? Must I bleed passion, white hot wrung out of my extended needs in your absence, yo...
"Just Below The Surface Beauty Awaits."-by-Magi©ian™ & Matthew F. Blowers III 16.03.2024 3:50
Just Below The Surface Beauty Awaits. She was a wee bit homely looking having not yet budded into full beauty, but mother nature had graced her face with possibilities as yet discovered. Fate also chipped in with a lonely young man, who stammered his way through an invite to the school prom while staring at her shoes, and she breathlessly replied, "I would love to." And so it was within the racks...
"A Date To Remember."-by-Magi©ian™ & Matthew F. Blowers III 16.03.2024 5:31
I've found the perfect girl and I want to give her a date to remember a horse drawn carriage, a white steed with an ivory mane His big brown eyes reflecting thanks as we hand feed him carrots. A carriage with a fringed top and plush oversized benches, stocked with a large cooler of white and red wines, a chardonnay day or perhaps champagne. Plus cheeses of provolone, garlic, cheddar, mozerella, go...
"The Authoring & The Finishing." - by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 15.03.2024 3:30
The increments of my life are divided by the love’s I knew, all born in innocence some died from detriments but the best of them all was you. All those fly by nights and those just all rights plus some torrid affairs never compare to to love we share that’s so exquisitely rare….. Chorus- You are my morning coffee waking me up so softly With your gentle kiss You’re needs are my favorite hobby Daily...
"Wish I Could Fly." -by-Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 15.03.2024 2:38
I watched a lovely butterfly in the forest as it passed me by looking like a bright, Spring flower sailing over the summer skies Floating gracefully and so carefree, and I found my self wishing I could fly, wish I could fly wish I could fly...... Then I heard some birds perched up high in the trees sharing sweetest melodies more beautiful than any song Beethoven composed crescendoing down to me .....
"International Man." by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 15.03.2024 2:44
I bought a brand new car from Korea, hyped by hamsters and it's called a KIA, I've got a German clock with a cuckoo that talks, and it sounds like Jerry Garcia. I own a Japanese Wok that never hikes anywhere but it simmers up some fine cuisine, and some Scottish bagpipes for Amazing grace, each and every time we bury Marines. I own a Swiss army knife, with ninety blades tightly packed but it weigh...
"Her Kisses Are Poison."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 14.03.2024 3:37
Her kisses are pure poison. like one too many Oxycontin or some blow-fish containing too much nerve paralysis, but oh, how I love the taste of her succulent lips on mine. I get higher than the half a million strong at Woodstock, and some paralysis does occur, a tight stiffening in at least one of my joints. But she has a well known habit of treating her lovers as Kleenex, disposable relief for a t...
"Hidden Gems."-by-Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 14.03.2024 2:26
Hidden Gems. The world would have been her oyster, from her shell where she was cloistered, which left no where that she could voice her pain that fate would foist upon her as sweet love just passed her by. Then a young man came to hoist her, as his dance partner, someone choicer, for a dance that would rejoice her bringing no more tears of moisture, to her sad, wallflower eyes. In his arms she fo...
"DORMANT."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 14.03.2024 1:57
Dormant. I still remember his eyes staring up at me from his wheelchair like huge beacons of despair rising from his twisted limbs. There was a hunger there, for all that I represented in his crippled view, strutting by on two strong legs, my arms carrying books he could never hold, let alone understand. Love's sweet possibilities, girls to caress, worlds to explore and such a bright future, while...
"COFFEE MATES." -by-Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 12.03.2024 2:57
Coffee mates I like my coffee steaming and complimented with that invigorating heat that brews in your eyes, your voice sweet and low as the cream of your skin entices me. I'm Chock full of Nuts about you, so let's share just one cup, and then you'll be my breakfast... my coffee-mate, as we spoon together, sharing the nectar's of the gods... good to the last drop. A quick pick me up, on a lazy Sun...
"God's Greatest Instruments." by-Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 12.03.2024 3:02
God's Greatest Instruments. Verse 1 Soon I'll rest in quiet splendor, with my hair all mottled white, in a nursing home, all skin and bones, and hum this song I wrote tonight... Remembering my younger days, misspent and free from care, as I sit alone with a vacant stare in a ratty old, wheelchair. Chorus- Our brains a wondrous organ, using vocal chords for pipes, our diaphragm's the bellows creati...
"Epiphany."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 12.03.2024 1:33
Epiphany. ///////////// I am one of millions blown by the winds a dandelion seed just a weed gone wild who fell into the crack of a sidewalk wedged tight and rootless my feathery parachute stuck to something more concrete than I'd ever desired. let the tears of a passing storm wash me into the soil that I call chance and I will burst in bright greens and yellows to brighten the ghetto of my world....
"Nothing Frigid About It."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 11.03.2024 2:36
NOTHING FRIGID ABOUT IT ! Let’s head on up to Alaska, Baby And live in a state of wild, We’ll light up our igloo with scented lamp oils You know I’ve always loved your candlelit smile….. Sharing 6 long months of night, we’ll spoon together using body warmth, to beat the weather’s frigid bite. All of our dinners will have A seal of approval Cause they’ll be in the stews we make, And we’ll go dog sl...
"Chance Encounter."-by-Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 11.03.2024 2:33
Chance Encounter. You could have walked around me But you bumped into me gently, it was almost like you planned it, A collision of two souls, Loneliness out of control. You mumbled an apology, in a voice as sweet as honey, then I said,” It’s rather funny… I was hoping we could meet.” Then I bought you a drink We had several I think? Before the night was through, Then we danced for a while and I go...
"Unexpected Contact."-by Chris Bright & Matthew F. Blowers III 10.03.2024 3:11
I ran into you today in a most unusual way, and I'm sorry I did cause you flipped your lid.... You slammed that door and you came running at me yelling so loudly, with that look on your face I didn't need to see, like I was nothing but I "used " to be something.... Chorus- Why does love go awry between a girl and a guy who have everything, with no reason why watching love's flight die leaving me c...
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