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Scattered Thoughts From the Pigments of My Imagination

Artist, actor, poet, teacher, songwriter & actor with 4,000 poems & almost 1,000 songs written, performed recorded & published on line.

Time, love, hope and faith can free you or imprison you, depending on how you deal with each.

Prisoner of time

Prisoner of time

hope

hope

faith

faith

love

love

Just some brain synapses that electrified my inspiration.

Let us ponder the endless decisions that we all make daily, weekly, yearly and for many decades. Let us turn our high speed, weary hearts and soul to fantasies of escape. Let us be baptized in the warmth of hope and faith. There is little we can change when it comes to time and decisions made but we can decide to take more time to love, with hope and faith and maybe make our lives many times more faithfully worthy than they are right now. Let us consider love and our alloted times to share it under the tedious burdens of decisions and under the constraints of a clock, a calander and our life expectancy. for example: Decisions are a carousel where you’re forced to chose the horse that you’ll ride off on will you win, will you lose, in trying to reach that brass ring that can chase away your blues while folks all around you are grabbing for it too Turning points are the choices in life that you saddle grabbing on to the stir ups and yelling “Skedaddle.” in a race with huge herds of other's choices you battle where you’ll reach great success on the beast that you straddle or you’ll fall from your perch with your hopes and dreams rattled but there is the alternative: Let us bid, times chains goodbye, give long, lazy days a try No alarms to bid us rise let all work disappear from both our lives a staycation, we are both well off throw away the P.J.’s that we doff My hand is tired of punching clocks..... I need more hours having you there sharing all your love beyond compare. For you see inside each home behind closed doors that you pass everyday as you're driving alone lie stories enclosed some are happy, some tragic in a place where they store all their precious possessions and their secret transgressions plus their hidden obsessions tucked behind locks called Yale where the aged folks slowly bid farewell to their life staring through cataracts at their husbands or wife Let us break from the bindings bend no page when we've left where we'll have to return unsatisfied and bereft let us die on a beach with the sun on our face next to margaritia's emptied as we sail to a place where all Love is eternal chained to no time or space. I love you beyond space and time and far past the ends of the universe of which there is no end you are Saturn, I am your rings You are Mars, I am your canal we are the only passengers on love’s finest Astro plane so let’s fasten our seat belts cause we are in for one beautiful ride. Just imagine if man had never instituted the burden of time. Way back when Sundials and hourglasses dictated slave labor. We would have no schedules, no rush hours, no deadlines, one would work till they tired and come back when they were fully rested. No suppertime lunchtime, snack times or breakfast...one could break slow, whats the rush, enjoy those sausages and eggs. No birthdays marked, so who gets old when you don't know what year it is or what day. No school bells interrupting your lessons if the teacher's on a roll you just sit back and enjoy. Vacation time would become just vacation...come home when you are ready for your own bed. Perhaps Heaven is simply a place where we go when we are at long last out of time. God is eternal, he doesn't own a Rolex. And yet time has been my friend It brought me love that promised some sweet peace and pleasure without end that time planted in my memories so that I could relive easily all the loving times spent it can steal the years but it can’t erase the joys it brought to me. yet time Has brought me loneliness a total void of happiness spent wallowing in sad regret Until it chose to come back yet with new Loves, warm an fresh where passion and flesh meshed in some ways time has blessed but still I must address that times invention was a terrible mess But let us not forget hope It is man’s most valuable commodity as an oddity that can’t be bought or sold, but is more precious than gold or any of the wealth in the world. For a man without hope is flat broke when the gold has been pawned and the wealth spent. hope hold no material value, it is priceless. One can hope for love all of their lives and not find it because it’s love that brings hope.and another can love all of their lives without hope but that love is hopeless. Love and hope walk hand-in-hand but if they are separated they quite often vanish back to the brain cells that released them. Hope grows massively in the love that is shared between two minds and two hearts. It is heated to a warm glow that rivals the sun The frequency of hope when you are in love is constant for both of you and the joy it brings is sheer bliss unleashed. Hope feeds on what is impossible and becomes reality Hope is the only rope that will pull you from your well of despair and only your hope rope can save you Hope is a deeply personal thing although many share it It is uniquely identified to each soul that hopes. and hopes best friend of course is faith for those without some measure of faith cannot carry the torch of hope in their lives if one has no belief in hope it is extinguished

© 2022 Matthew Frederick Blowers III

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