Going Down?
All good things come to an end
Standing on the edge of the precipice
Looking down into the void
Of creative oblivion
Too close
Distracted contemplation
Is a dangerous venture
Lose your sight
Lose your footing
It’s a long way for where
You intended to be
Once you start to fall
There is no stopping
Faster
Faster still
No slowing
Or coming back
From a misstep
Upon
The slippery slope
As Jim lie there, stage cold, lights
Turned ON. But not him. Sweat.
Leather. Dying breath. He felt the wine, dying on the vine… recognized the Indians, and the smell of antifreeze. With the breath of an angel, he heard the voice, There Are No Partners, Friends, or bruthas….
In this world, like all worlds
You are alone…
Atone for that
Pay for your belief in kindness
He lie, without a voice, as do I
Silent evermore…
Slippery Slope~
It’s a dangerous game
Russian Roulette
With pen and paper
Committing suicide
With a note
Drafted to the gods
Depression see
Repression
Too high of an expectation
People, humans
Will always let you down
As you look to the shadows
For answers
Perhaps hope?
The frequency resonating
Is “make yourself scarce”
You’re invisible in their minds
Out of touch
In what they believe
This world wasn’t meant for you
Now
Take a breath
And let That sink in
Horrible monsters
Snake oil salesmen
Repo-men of souls
Out to get yours
Bargain bin lives
Cruel jokes and lies
Heddie Tempest Uniform
All the better to disguise
Their intentions
Did you believe in the Sun God
Monotheistic spiritual revolution
Did you take
The power away
From the priests and the fools
I walk across Broadway Blvd
It parts like the red sea
All the homeless
beggars
and junkies
Staring through me
I wear a sign on my back
KICK ME WHEN I’M DOWN
Folks come from miles around
To get their two cents in
Florence Nightingale
Jeanne d’Arc
Marie Curie
Cyprian
All kissed by Judas lips
Hailing a taxi back to Echo Park
There’s no sense in the violence
Or the word’s never spoken
Like a tree bearing strange fruit
I swing in the breeze
The laughter at loyalty
The christening of other’s sins
Dreams and Rules
We’re meant to be broken
It’s the comedy and drama within
I basked in the glory of loneliness
I’ve held ritual in it’s delight
The people
The shadows
Are best from a distance
Behind closed doors
I can no longer let you in
There’s pain from experience
Fools justify the means
As long as it’s at my expense
Their record remains clean
As the town crier
Rather, Longfellow’s muse
Celebrating madness
Self imposed abuse
The house of cards I’ve erected
Crumbles down
From generations
Of built up karma
If you can believe…
Slipping
In between the cracks
Of the sidewalk
Spat on each day
Trash accumulating psyche
Reaching hallowed chambers
Of the end
As ravens fly
As the blood moon will rise
There’s a Calling
At the end
Of That rope
The one
That whispers my name
*(matthew bowers)* ~93
Β© 2021
The Black Madonna
The Black Madonna
The gifts of heaven can be hard and cruel, watching the ebony sea come, pushing and pulling too and fro.
Distant fires can be seen and the repetitious chants of hunger repeat, repeat.
The black silk sky flows like ink in heaven and in hell. I saw her dance in her porcelain skin clothed in a midnight shroud.
Fear, hatred, innocence, anxiety filled her bossom like a masquerade of tarnished stone. Her supple lips betrayed the haunting in her eyes, as she danced to the song of loneliness and of one.
Raven BLACK
Freedom in Darkness
Freedom in Darkness
From smoke and desire
To reach across the deserts fire
I rise from a noir halo
Into the vastness of night
To be free
To be one
To be with the wind
….. among these arid miles
I will find my throne
And you will be my queen
Of heavy yesterdays
Raven BLACK
Mourning Sun
Mourning Sun
The Sun krept through the blinds, it was morning it was Monday, there was a trail of a thousand ants running single file across the windowsill in search of food, their version of ambrosia to keep their queen fertile and strong.
My easle stood on omnipnotent in the corner of my single bedroom I was fortunate enough to score with low income housing cost. The canvas had the view of the entire room, the city, of all my dreams, the room to tell great tragic stories and wonderous achievementsβ¦β¦β¦β¦.
Matthew Bowers
Phantom Zone
Phantom Zone
Spinning Spinning in Eternity
Helpless Blank and Powerless
I am dressed in all Black
And she laughs
Calling me General Zod
Eternal Voyuers
Eternal Voyuers, Samiel and Lilith, exploring the forests and their bodies in the True Garden of Eden. The power of sex MAGICK burning from the pure source… This is where freedom was literally born…
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
Kris’s Miss
Kris Miss
Something about junkies
New York city sleaze
the hands of clap, murder wrap, electric razor bleeds
I seen you reflecting neon
cigarette burns on your wrists
city grime in your auburn wig, bruises on your knees
Let’s celebrate
the city that never sleeps
24 hour opportunity
cocaine flowing freely
Take a BIG Bite from the Big Apple, yellow trails of cabbies horns blow like the backseat passengers all their fares getting their groove on
The train tracks ‘long the length of your arms and legs, veins like life die, so you feed your fix in between your toes it’s a given for the pros
Merry Kris Miss, everyday all year
A Childhood built upon pain and fear, lessons learned with the back of a hand and liquor store dreams the gateway for escape at an early age……
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
Persian Sky
Persian Sky
wake from a dream
No, a shuddering nightmare
the aether above, guilded in crimson
fire licks the tabernacles, and Holy fonts
kiss the ring of your Father
say the Lord’s name without irony
pray to St. Mary bead by bead
as the amber clouds of smoke fall
do you forgive them
is this His destructiction
fall be the wayside of Sodom & Gamorrah
the shining example of free agency
surely worth the taste of forbidden fruit
“Do not kill” His voice echoes
“I am the One True God” HE commands
so many holes in Theosophical claims
how can we justify any of it at all
These are just some sins of the Father
as we are expected to confess our guilt
….. no thank you
I know too much as have seen enough
the church, His church, crumbles to dust
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
Changes
Changes
Earth… Sun… Moon
The Holy trinity of
the ancient world
Venus Mars Jupiter
Gods among the wandering tribes
Spread my ashes
Along the shore
I have found my home
Along the western coast
The breeze of Nico’s dying breath
Lou rolling over in his grave
Andy ever laughing from beyond
the veil like he did when his blood
was clean from disease
I am hung
From the walls of Jericho
Falling and exploding
Hurricane winds
I lit my last cigarette
Twenty some years ago
Chasing it with cheap red wine
Long after my typewriter smashed
It’s final key
These are the days of destruction
These are the days of reconstruction and rebirth
If you would
I’d like to see and feel your shadow
Build concrete dreams to the stars
I truly believe that … WE … can fix
the ailments that have poisoned us
Poisoned Society and our Lands
Together
Through WILL, The LAW, MagicK
When you know
With doubt, you open the door to the possibility of unresolve
With absolute confidence
You can make the difference
That as one
As we ALL Need
In this dispensation
************************************
My Cinderella
My Cinderella
The Mad Hatter crossed the room
So cross he had fire in his eyes
Alice and the White Rabbit looked on with awe in reprise
Back and forth back and forth he paced leaving stained and muddy footprints in his wake
The earth trembled in fear
It quivered and shaked
Alice was adorned with her Venus in Furs.
The room was a clatter, nothing seemed to matter, and with waking eyes, Ms Cinderella took the mantle to clean up his mess.
She was tired, but not as hungry as she should have been
late night dreams cascaded like ice cream
Cleaning the trail of the Hatter from the floor wasn’t a bore, but was symbolic of Ms Cinderella’s mindscape
“OFF WITH THEIR HEAD”
“OFF WITH THEIR HEAD”
The Red Queen’s orders still echoed in everyone’s ears
Quivering shivering
Everyone’s fear
Alice, White Rabbit, Cinderella started understanding the beat
The heavy tribal rhythm of emotional and mental chaos
Together the three, became one in purpose and mission
To smell the roses, To be FREE
To be All they can be!
In the corner, far away, a raven looked on in awe
The three, together, glowed like a holy Trinity, All for one and All!!!
He smiled at the beauty, as it was worth more than pain, he smiled at the sky because he too was insane!
Never before, had he seen such a sight, so wondrous, so beautiful he reveled in delight!
We aren’t there quite yet, the Rabbits giggled, but each day, I feel that we are closer than the day before……..
Sweet Cinderella, working away
With elbow grease and dreams of being Whole one day, had a sparkle in her eyes, and a few tears, not of pain but the beginning was near
And the Raven?
He wasn’t a fool
He knew he loved all three
Because that’s what friends do
He was alone but he smiled
Because he knew what was best
Set your Love free
And follow the rest
He knew that his own dreams
Were burned in a fire
But if she was happy
That was his desire…….
As you wish
He whispered
As you wish
For
That’s all he ever
Truly
wanted
*********************
MY HEART
MY HEART
I have been hurt in such away that I have absorbed all the darkness into light, and loved so deep and much beyond real that my light has turned into darkness……. 93
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
Time For Change
Time For Change-
I lost myself
At the bottom of a bottle
But there I was
Staring back
I recognized those eyes
That wild crazy smile, Dig?
I’ve Been Down
Around
Feeling the scene…
That scene
It’s Has Been
It’s In-between
The Calling
Memories of ghost bars
Haunting me from afar
Too long ago
But I still wear them scars
I can show you
I can show you
I can show you
I Howl with amazement
I got to pick up the pace
I got a second Chance
Can you fuckin’ believe it
This Mortal coil
This Human toil
We got to set some Shit
On FIRE
CREATE THE DREAM
Begin Again… And Screeeeam!!!
Ignite Neon Lights
City Lights
Across the country
I realize it’s TIME
From New York City
To San Fransisco
Walking to the Beat
We are the Rebels
On the Go
We can’t Slow
Can’t say NO
Spread the WORD
Cuz So FEW Have Heard
I May NOT Have long
But I’m going to give my All
So precious Is life
I Only wish I had Known
Maybe I wouldn’t
Have Drowned myself
For secret Reasons
Only I truly knew
My fuckin’ friends…
Whew, didn’t even Know
I Had a daughter
I didn’t watch grow
But… I changed the WORLD
For a time at least
Artists, poets, sculptors
Before the HIPPIES
No… Not My Kind
Fuuuck that Shit
Look at You Allen
You being such a hit
Second CHANCE is Now!!!
Let’s get It Right
Get back to Brass Tacks
The POWER
Is in what we Write
Broadsides
Online Journals
Home Page post shares
Independent Publishing
Chapbooks
And guillotines
We Got to get the Word Back OUT
I GOT This vessel
I’m-ma gonna call Home
For
A while
At Least til we can get SHIT Done
Things Need Potency
Reality
The sky is cloudy
Societies SICK
NEEDS Antibiotics
Cure The Ills
Of what the Fuck is Going On
It’s like Living Hell
A kick in the groin
It’s Comin’ together
Oh Man, can you FEEL IT
The People want Change
But Don’t know how to Ask
Well, That’s Alll right
We Got a plan
It’s Comin’ together
Just can’t be still and stand
If you can believe…
Our “Vision”
Is starting
It’s Going to ROAR
All of a sudden
And
THAT’s
WHAT
WE
NEED
IT’s
The Name of the Game
You see…
First Thought
Best Thought
Forever more……
Got’s to start sometime
And That time
Is Now
*(matthew bowers)* ~93
Β©2021
The Glow of the Moon
The Glow of the Moon
Midnight chill runs down the length of my scarred and exposed arm.
It tingles as much as it hurts as I wear this forsaken heart upon my sleeve.
Ants, cockroaches, spiders, nothing like butterflies that lick my woundsβ¦.
Insects delight in devouring me slowly⦠my arms and legs just feel like they are asleep.
I look to the moon in the sky
I make a childish wish
It’s much too late to bury my head in the sand
Much too late to undo what I’ve done.
Senseless moments pass by
A wave in the middle of the sea
A wind swept facelift upon Gaia’s spotless face as sand dunes ride the western drift.
Are or rather wereβ¦
You, ever real?
I fall to my knees and pray to the gods, knowing damn well that they reside in myself.
The empty mirror stares back at me for I am the man with no face.
Call me
Call Me
Call ME
I echoes through these dirty alleys
Who were you to lace my thoughts
Turn my mind poison and addicted
I burrow a hole into my upper shin and SUCK the venom of the fentanyl from my drying blood.
You wanted me dead
The corpse lost in the darkest ocean
You wanted me dead
The corpse lost in the heat of a high noon sun.
Bury me
Bury me Bury me
BITCH
I Am a Raven
I Am Darkness and MAGICK
I Am the spirit of the phoenix
That you can not deny
or take my life
My body
My soul
My heart
My essence GROW
I am New
Stronger than before
My lips have tasted
the arsenic bitterness
Upon my lips
Theses lips
That have French kissed death
and live to send out warning flares
Cast from the depths of my eyes
and live to howl
and expose the Whore
With blacken eyes and wild hair
I am reborn
Prosecutor
Judge
and
Jury
In my name
You will be free from the Harlots game
How many more
Have been unlived
Cast aside
Thrown to the road as an afterthought?
I am weak in my Primal resolve
Weak resisting Vengeance
Weak remembering who
I once was.
The Fool
The Seven of Swords
The Three of Cups
I am, who was formally he
And that Kills me
(Though I kept all promises and was more than loyal til’ your end)
Soβ¦
Fuck you
And the horse you rode in on
Lady Godiva you my never were
I lay me down
Upon the ground
To finally Rest
And read the Stars
The silent breeze flows over me
Bringing a sense of peaceβ¦
Onward
Upward
I resight ancient affirmations
Count blessings of New beginnings
I revel in my humility
While I retain the beating of my heart upon my sleeves
Underneath the glow
Of the Moon
**********************
Here Within
Here Within
All is cold
Centuries old
Lost in the planes
Of the King’s dark dominion
Behind granite walls
Mortars of stone
Here I have come
To pay homage to
those that have fallen before me
Rise up child
Rise Up! like the sun
Burn all that you feel
With your fire touch
I know your face
I’ve seen your reflection
Down dusty and dark hallways
You are not beyond crisis
You Are the solution
Pagan gods kiss and
empower your feet
MagicK is the language
Shared among Kings
Whispered in tomes
Like a hungry Light
Breath in the elixir’s fumes
Watch alien nations crumble
To Doom
Within your cloak
A wave of your hand
The enemy falls
Then as pawns they stand
This castle
This home
Stands upon the stone
A rock of an isle
Within this multidimensional plane
Eyes of earth are blind to thee
Yet they want to burn you
Evermore
To no avail …..
93/93
Parachute
Parachute
Open yourself up
I am your net
I will catch YOU, and protect you
In every way possible
Treat you as the Queen
The Queen that you Are
No fear
Only love
True love
A LOVE
that no one can contain
Not within these human vessels
Lost
Lost
Wondering city streets
A bottle of cheap ass wine my side
It’s been empty for nearly
Twenty Two Fucking Years
Yet I don’t tell a soul
And No One even cares
I’ve done Shit that would have
Made our populous Extinct
Shit that would make you cringe
(If you knew the Truth)
Let’s just say
Karma is another word for
Survival
Cockroaches reading Newspapers
Dung beetles building pyramids
Praying Mantis feeds on
John the Baptist head
While I play hopscotch
In forbidden words
Do YOU Dare touch me
Am I the sinner or Saint here
This is my drama
This is my world
Did you get the memo?
That WE are All GODS!
Swoon, Croon, to the distant moon
Mother Hekate turns A head
She hears your voice
(If you know)
There is no guess work in Faith
My apologies to thee
I am humble enough to know
Set enough fires and Nothing grows
I bask in the sunlight of
Spiritual knowledge
Know thy self from thy actions
The breeze keeps breath
Within these humble veins
Children fly kites
Over my knees
Dandy lion, repent in Zion
I hear laughter echoing
In the distanceβ¦..
A street light shatters
Light Dies
A mural of Frida Kalo sighs
Who are we within these dreams
Are they Dreams β¦. at all?
Show me
Raven BLACK
VAMPYRE/ collaboration
VAMPYRE
It was one more night
So cold So lonely
We found ourselves drawn
in silence and solitude.
The moon
How it guides the lighted the way
always another
Choosing which one was next
in search of
a lost soul
In me lived a wild animal
The part sleeping during the day
and at night the other lived
It was hiding from the sun
and with the moon it shone brilliance
the sepulcher night
for the living
filling me with your energy
when drinking the warmth of the
blood I take
The immortality
Part of my this firbidden life
vampire, living to the
end of days
Walking the earth til the end of times.
I may be Judas or Lazarus
The necromancy
Is all to Real
R.I.P.
My Soul
Lady Faith & Raven BLACK
The Tomb of Los Angeles
The Tombs of Los Angeles
The rain came down
Cold and distant
Kinda weird for this time of year
My bones dew tight
Swaddled in motorcycle leather
Black turtleneck, Crowley MAGICK
The air arid with a distinct freeze
I felt my thoughts wondering away
And here
I recover
Thawing marrow
Finally relaxing across the Thick
Chez Lounge that holds me
Protects me, enveloping me
Like an ancient sarcophagus
Built from gold and the finest jewels
One with the tomb I will one-day find
I hear it, I feel it, it calls my name
And finally I find a moment
To rest in peace
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
Lust
LUST
I draw this card for you
Symbolizing all that is true
Desire, Fire, growing higher
Your destiny a Qabalistic view
Your energy and prestige
The canal of light and darkness
Fill your veins with wonton desire
Feel the pangs feel the sharpness
The Lion like hybrid is your vessel
Your ecstasy cannot be contained within the skin you’re in
Hold the reins of the infatuated
That keeps you one with the Beast
Yearning Burning
There is no escaping
Thy grail is filled with love and death
Intoxicated a bit insane
The fire in your breast still remains
Nothing to quench, taking more
Such of Babylon Holy Whore
Your strength is your light
Your shadow your addiction
Sensual, Sexual, Material
I stand before You at full mast taking you in at long last
Scarlet longing deep inside
Burning for eternity
Passion laughing aeons past
Riding upon the ancient BEAST
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
Beatnik Chicks
Beatnik Chicks~
Girls who wore Black?
Yeah
That’s where it’s at
Punctuation situation
Invocation rhyming
Words, and ideas
Into Cognative reality
Science meets a metaphor
You got Nuclear Fusion
Line of fire
Hurricane
Weeping Willow
In the last refrain
Your caught in the now
Stuck in a moment
Pulling for attention
On Sister Mary’s hem
Of another Bad habit
That one day soon
You’ll swear off too
Junk for junkies
Monks for monkeys
Transistor radio
Dark reflection
Casting shadows
Against the Cathedral wall
Echoing moments all along
City streets where Girls Rule
Taking cues from Betty Boop
Stranger things deep in
Newspaper Blues
Kiddie corner, Sidesaddle
Electric humming bird
Film Noir
Midnight is the colour
Of the Girls who wore Black
Matthew P. Bowers
Music In The Wind
Music In The Wind
Smooth tremolo
Jazz Kool riffs
Hold you tight
Running up
And Down your Spine
Electric Boogie
Guitar Hounds
Saxophone nuance
Smokey essence
Raphsody in heart break
Strung out HARD
Deep on the Third floor
Miracles happen
RIGHT Before Our Eyes
Human Touch becomes you
Soothing and alluring
Penetrating ocular realizations
Breathing HARD
Exciting All there Is
Blue Notes
Fly in orbit
Around and Around
Ones obsession
Landing in orbit
Turning Tailspin
Exploding valiariun
Thick nectar swooning
Hope spins on a ragged tooth
We all feel the Hustle
With rhythmic beauty
As our ankles Swing
To the juice letting GO
Hound Dogs cry at the moon
A monkey’s paw black tar spoon
Revelation comes at the Dawn
Of another passing Day
Matthew Bowers
2023
*(ASSimilation)*
*(ASSimilation)*
Below is a A poem by D.U.M.
Here is D.U.M. in his own words
D.U.M. is a poet, writer & author who’s work over the last 30 or so years has been published in such journals as BBQ Sandwich, EATING Crow, CRusty Fuck & many others. He currently lives & writes in Upstate HELL and his new book of poetry is entitled “COCK” Poems (Published By ROTTEN CORPSE Press Ink 2023)
Here is a poem by D.U.M. – and I know you’ll enjoy it as much as I do! π
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MASOCHISM
I am humiliation
Slam me from behind
I saw the marks and welts
Left stinging on my ASS
BLOOD Stains on wicker
Felatio with Yahweh
I was more
Than comfortable in
My Nakedness
I was / AM Voyuer Explorer
Before Photoshop
And TikTok children
We’re worthy of my wares
Dancing in virgin blood
Archie and Edith Bunker
Made LOUD Prowess Noice
That echoed through back alleyes
And Up UP into the delux apartment in the SKY
OREO cookie 70s cream dream
New York
Bodies covered with jello
Film Noir cigarettes
Himmler’s secrets Now revealed
We Are
The result of Romeo’s loins
Napkins and pedicures
It’s Bullshit
When you realize
That all my poems are
Recycled BULLSHIT
But…..
I fooled you for a while
Here
NOW!
Always?
Amadeus could play
The Grand piano with his ASS
PEOPLE in Awe! Eating Popcorn
That Native Americans invented
Lou Reed wasn’t a Handsome man
Curly hair, Mr. Kool from the street
Andy Warhol if nothing else?
Had fucking AmaZing taste!
Shooting heroine in the Veins
Dreams and Laws of ultraviolence
Nico was fed independence
By Mr Mojo Risin
With blood on the tip of needle
Bitches scream Birth
While trying to project Y.O.G.A.
LIKE A Roman Shroud
Understanding maggots swim
Through the eyes of the rotting
Christian and Hebrew destinies
GORY….. Within the Brazen BULL
PONTIUS PILOT
Washed his Hands
But of Course he did
He didn’t want to be accountable
For being caught ruining his own
Reputation, but we ALL KNOW
WE ALL KNOW
Played the violin
PUKING
And D.U.M.
JUST a self righteous Pig
A BIG FISH in a self created
small pond
I AM EGO!!!!
I AM IGNORANT
LOOK AT ME Howl
As I fancy myself a True Poet
Ginsberg, cigarettes
Burroughs, William Tell
Kerouac, whiskey breath
I am a Native American with
African American soul
Those are all positive attributes
But in my hands I model them into
Heaps of Dung and garbage
Poor fools that follow and like my words as you haven’t discovered my repetitious Coventant boorish topic of desert soil that would dry any one’s mind or mouth.
So be it
Let it Be
Paul Mccartney
On the hallowed sea
Yes, truth revealed
I ….. Am a Fake
People can do in two years
What I have done in Thirty
And I am of course ……
Nothing
D.U.M.
The poem
~ D.U.M.
Β©2023
Teenagers
Teenagers
Skipping class, smoking in the time we were supposed to be on the clock in homeroom.
Talking Bowie, how “It Ain Easy” or that we had “Five Years” (what a surprise) and how “he thinks he’d Blow our minds……. We knew, yes we knew.
I learned a thing or two watching H.R. Pufinstuf… Shit I don’t think kids my age were supposed to know about, not yet at anyway.
Dragons and Gene Simmons spit Fire and Blood and teenage girls screamed in delight.
Best of all were the snow days off from school, when we would bunker down for a week at a time, and just get high watching the Millions Dollar Man and Wonder Woman.
Years later, Jim Morrison’s iconic calling led me to follow his path to HOLLYWOOD,Los Angeles California, as his words,”The West is the Best” echoes through my mind.
I was hooked. Fist with the Glitter/ Glamour of Sunset Boulevard… then retiring my self destructive self to the weather of Lincoln Heights.
“Do What Thou Wilt Shall Be The Whole of The LAW”
A.Crowley
This has become my personal mantra as I let nature and magicK fill my heart and lungs.
Here on the other side of morning I script “First Thought Best Thought” into the passions I share.
“Is Everybody in? Is Everybody IN?
LET The Ceremony begin”
J.Morrison
And I quietly, let go……
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
#mb93 #teenager #ravenblack
*Not dressed as a teenager nowπ
Fire and Ice
Fire and Ice
When you allow part of you to die, a new part of you comes to life. The result of the alchemical action is depending on the observer, is charged with positive or negative ions upon the result of the Phoenix’ soul. To read into ones actions is a mirror reflection of your own experience. I come out of the gate admitting my questionable trusts, dreams, and loyalties. It truly does appear that the blind indeed leads the blind, so my advice is to simply beware, and do not fall for the Vipers fang. Any confusion of what I mean may be discussed maturely in private messages, where I have thousands of screenshots, photos and video of “FAKE” Professions of equally reciprocated love ….Β LOVE
…. Humph……. Is it a thing or chemical …… ? Now I wonder..
Where Were You The Day David Bowie Died?!?!?……
Video by David J. below…….. π
Where Were You The Day David Bowie Died?!?!?……
I had the Most Amazing dream last night, I with with a school classroom tour, in of All places “Pittsburgh” which I insisted was the “armpit of America” for some reason but Very determined. And we spent the even at various places including rooftops, restaurants, train tracks, anywhere that popped into David Bowie’s imagination and experience.
I was much older and aware of who and what David was and is….. And had the Best Night with him, playing his silly games, he is So funny and odd, I adored every moment, asking him questions I knew the answers to, but wanted his perspective on …..
Like, what does it mean or feel to have such a body of work, but not a signature sound as a “whole” or “over” all ….. Each piece being different with a life of it’s own.
And which song was best the representation of who “HE” Is? (Unfortunately I did awaken before this was answered, as we were preoccupation doing some stunt that had popped up in David’s mind!!!!!!
Then waking I “NEEDED” TO find a movie in particular, Not having any idea what the name of it was, I stated using Smart TV features narrowing it down!!!!!!!
It turned out to be called
Serious Moonlight π
By now I’ve been awake all of 7 minutes! And
Serious Moonlight
Was both a lyric by David
(Putting Out Fire with Gasoline)
As well as the name of “His” tour ……
Truly…… David has spent some “Real” time with me today, and I am feeling both Humbled and Amazed as well as Honoured β€οΈβ‘β€οΈ
Matthew Bowers
I β‘β€οΈ you David……
Forever and More.
π
S.H.E.
S.H.E.
Spellbound
Hand of Glory
Evocation
There was a Southern drawl in the air.
From the North to the South
no one alive ever one cared.
The smell of scorched earth
The wind of death, a pound of flesh
Evenly shared
Monsters came in the form of humans
This year.
A right eye, loosed tongue, a left ear
It was clear
Dusk enveloped her
She wore the color of twilight
Brilliantly
She was of divinity
Old MagicK
By Blood
She lit and held the way
The palm of the murderous thief
Unlocking doors and memories
It’s stale fat
Sizzling
Like
Day old bacon on a skillet
Screams throughout the night
Children embrace the fright
Nothing touched their souls
Not pain
Not Cold
But the how of the Mandrake continues
On
Without silence
Without breath
Calling Out
Echoing
For peace and righteousness
As penance is paid
To the guilty party
And freedom
Gifted
To the Freeβ¦.
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
Underneath The Stars
Underneath the Stars
Beneath the gloom
The glowing moon
A bitter smile upon a frown
Turned around
The shadows
Of an emptiness
Shine like pale reflections
In sullen moments
Without atonement
Lunar nexus to the call
Stone vessel
Omnipotent heir
No rhyme
No reason
Tranquil sea
of despair
I would offer my treasure
My pearly crown of thorns
A gift upon my altar
A glimpse into
the very depths
of the tireless abyss
Where is my uniform
The one adorn
Before the war
My fingers are numb
With desperation
And
fatigue
Rain river drops Loli pops
A sucker is born a lamb
Sacrifice
Before the narcissistic All
You know my name
You know my name
Is there glory in the hilltops
Are watching eyes spread eagle
Do cities and towns burn
or lament
around voices of ancient past
My Mesopotamian goddess
With the striking eyes
Three faces of Eve
Morning
Noon
Night
Can you say we danced
Into oceans of salt
Our body’s slid in shadows
Carnal silhouettes
Painted murals one the ground
Bathed in mud
Blood
Juniper
I offer you my humility
I gave you my all
I ask for nothing
For that
Is
What I
am
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
Tabs in Egypt
She is the markings , the writing on the wall …. The message seen the Mirror…… The pen that defined all?
SHE….. And Our Egypt …… Together!
Thank you……
#MotherLodge
Externally
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
93β‘93
H. I. M.
Love Is The LAW
A. Crowley
H. I. M.
Heirophant
Illuminated
Messiah
Deep South Buried the
True Mother Lodge
Sand and Echoes
Summon the Chosen Few
within her Ancient Halls
The Deeds in Blood
Sing
From the Edge of
The Rocky Lodge
The Wonderous LAW
Noblest KING
Embraces the Golden Chalice
We are HE as HE is Risen
Reborn, Adorn
the Crown of Thorns
Upon his Brow
The DAY is upon Us in Return
Morning Glory as Clay Doves
Take Flight
High
Into the HOLY SKY Above
.
The Great Master cometh
To View ALL there is to Be
Where does your Gavel lie
As HE Resumes the Throne
The Calling is the WORD
THE Corner Stone lain for certain
Will he be pleased
At the Design
Thousands Tall in the Brotherhood
What WILL They Master
Find
.
Matthew P. Bowers
93β‘93
Old Man and the Sea
Old Man and the Sea
The wafting essence of salt flooded the senses of the Old Man by the sea.
He felt comfort, superiority, wise as the methadone dripped through his veins.
He laughed at the children and the hardships that they would face in life, not quite understanding if he was glad it was over, or wanted a second chance to relive them.
A tired, angry, dissolutioned butterfly landed on the tip of his nose screaming obsenitites at thev lies making the old bat paranoid and completely out of touch.
Monarch screaming ,”Did they give Two shits about you before, before the war, now you go and show some ego, you trollop, vanity whore”
Maybe if we dress you up as an old man, take away your teeth, put you on your deathbed, people will take your writing seriously!
The monarch looked back one last time as whisperedβ¦β¦
“You see? I never gave a Fuck”
“My words are archetype, whispered from muse”
“I Am who I am, #teenageclothes and all. Why I am gen “Y”!
I certainly don’t write to impress, and almost find regret finding a soft spot within this poisonous heart of mine for you”
“You were at least happy, if not for a moment, The Lord knows why you kissed that all away.”
Then the breeze filled the air, and the world was again like the old man, the Boomer, salty again.
“The air was invigorating, beautiful, ships, children, windows, San Diego, beautiful Beautiful women that believe in family and friendsβ¦.. this is what like is about, I adore β¦ THIS “
The Monarch butterfly smiled and flew backβ¦β¦. To HOLLYWOOD.
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
The Gothic Music Dance Experiment ππ€π
A Song written for my generous friend Rogelio Espinosa π€π»
#electronica #fypγ· #ravenblack #teenageclothes #vampyre #dance
Childhood Memories in Connecticut
Childhood Memories in Connecticut
(For my friend…..
Deborah Tosun Kilday )
Children
Running amuk
Thriving deep in
Forest dwellings
Splendor in the in a maze of trees
Playing hide n seek in the winter snow
The footsteps always led us
Back
To each other
The Spring arrives
Upon Persophonie’s breath
Among the shadows of youth
Revisiting childhood ways
A pile of yesterdays
Only I live here again
Surrounded by the memories
That no longer
Exist
Anymore
Not to anyone else
Not to anyone that cares
Not to anyone left
That may or may not
Answer the phone
We lived
We die
But the energy of
Our innocence
Will
Remain within these trees
Forever
Matthew P. Bowers
Koolest of the Kool
2 songs & a Poem ……
Koolest of the Kool
Youth cascades
Through our consciousness
Wet freshly cut grass
Is a natural Time Machine
I
Remember you
You and Rock and Roll
You were the Koolest of the Kool
And I was the fool
To insecure and embarrassed
Of who I was
Not really knowing
Confidence and trying Much too hard
To be Nice
Everyone knew about
“The Bad Boyz”
But
Bad Gurlz?
That was a NEW Animal
You had the eyes
Of a wolf
The talons of
An Owl
A hunger that knew
Pot, marijuana, cigarettes
RUSH
We killed bottles of
Strawberry Boons Farm
Strawberry Schnapps
Strawberry lipsmackers
Even
LSD
DID you remember
The Purple Double Barrel
Microdots
Mescaline, and phantom paisley
That ran like traffic
Up and Down the walls
I do.
I remember YOU!
You were Too hip
Intimidating even
Perfect Skin
Wild Smile
Electric Youth
Feminine extrarordiaire
We gathered in circles
Hypnotized by Black Sabbath
And Ozzy Osbourne
Held the answers to
The
Universe
We were
Poor latchkey kids of our generation
We had No expectations
Other than survival and
Living in the moment
The wafting fragrance
On the breeze
Brings me to my knees
And
I choke up
Thinking of youβ¦..
The way a girl challenges a boy
The way a bull stares at the matodore
The red cape crumbled on my lawn
And I never saw you again
Was it Thirty years later?
I found you passed on
Ozzy had sung
She’s Gone
Changed
And in his solo career?
Suicide Solution
I wipe my eyes
And look to the floor
I find no humour now
About how you
Became the soundtrack
Of my life
A stranger thanked me
Thanked me one day
Told This BOY
How special he made
her daughter feel
I didn’t know
I was lost
So clueless
So naive
Personally trapped
In his Own private HELL
of
Just how much he adored her
And her mysteries
We grew in the same town
On Same Circle
Tell me
How is it
That I’m still Here
And
You’re
Gone
Matthew P. Bowers
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The MOST Important post of Poetry Month! Thisssss is Ron Whitehead ! Let us Hear and Feel him Roar! Poetry Lives !!!!!!!
Big Girls Panties
I really don’t post quotes from other poets, writers, artists, musicians, and try to pass myself off as one.
Or try to hoodwink you into believing that I am something that I am not. Honest to default? Heart on a sleeve? My words are my words, I don’t claim to be a nocturnal animal busy destroying boys hearts , cuz “you know what to do” yeah…. I’m pissed…. Cuz I wasted time and chose loyalty
Here comes the true end, one way or another, put your big girl panties on, cuz …. Here we Go!! Cheers π₯
New to This Blue Planet
New to this blue planet
I am on a brand New Mission Chosen
to fill a VOID, believed
To have started at the end on the Second World War. There are projects I’m am creating, projects that I am steering clear of….
I believe in a Brave New World.
Reaching out to Souls, proud I am of the Youth, Proud of New Directions. Here is an audience that listens to music now Feeding
On written and Spoken Word. The Stars are aligning.
Like the match that started the First BEAT Fire that started the Hippy counterculture, the Time is Nigh….
I was reminded of how Holy Crowley was instrumental in thought and teachings…..
And
Freedom
Crowley has sinse that time
Become Harbinger of repression and silenced voices… Lost Vision,
First Class tickets to the status Quo……
Esoteric Main Stream knowledge
Kether & Alchemist’s, rights by passage…. Pages drawn from the Hermetic Orders should continue to pave the Way for modern society
I want to read and perform
For the “NEW,” generation
Upwards and Onwards
To the stars we fly we die…….
Full steam ahead……
#StarPower β¨β‘β¨
Leave No prisoners as
We are All FREE
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
Rebuttle
Rebuttal
I hope all is good, Luci
I was just clarifying if you meant in a “general” sense of REAL life….. By addressing the email you sent.
Or
If that is nothing that concerns you or I as a real explanation of what is going on, then I will have to process those fallen emotions however I am dealing with in the moment alone.
#MirrorMirror
I am your reflection, as I thought you were mine. What is presented to me will be reciprocated, no more , no less.
To be honest….
(Of course everything is Honesty)
It always Has been Luci (for you)
I wish she could afford a do over ….
Laugh again, share again…
Embrace each other’s Dark Exotic side
That is indeed the one thing that truly changed in me. Something You Would be Thrilled to see and Experience…….
There’s no hiding it any more.
“I’m not your lover, I’m not your friend
I am something that you’ll never comprehend”
“I’m not a leaper, I’m not a child,
I can not just be used and thrown into the fire”
I do Love you…..
Raven π€π₯
You are,
and Always have been….
#SAFE
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
Maria Par Son Nom
maria par son nom
They say that Beauty is only skin deep
She rides the winds from the east her hair everlasting jubilation
She is the beauty in the deepest valleys
She is the beauty of the Highest peaked mountains
She is glorious
The ancient beauty that gave stars their names….
She is magick
The birthing if a glorious day
She is the warmth
I feel at noon.
Kissing the top of my head
So lost in wonder,
I don’t even realize my shadow has departed!
She is Brilliance
Casting of the sun
Casting of runes
Simple spells that feel like balloons ….
And she
Is more
They say that Beauty
Is only skin deep
They have not met or experienced Truth
As only someone jealous
Could utter such an ignorant phrase.
maria par son nom
Raven BLACK π€π₯π¦ββ¬
For Maria ……