Heart Shaped Pool

Twisted Chrome Monster

Stank
Running
Liquid
Toxic
HOT
Smoking
Lethal
Chemical
Nausea
Delirium
Twisted
Chrome
Monster
Dripping
Iron
Flowing
Scarlet
Secreting
Roadside
Glass
Confetti
Smashed
Crashed
Reflecting
Destroyed
Ruined
Lacerations
Polyester
Tournecate
Thin
Sinewy
Threads
Barely
Hold
Skull
To
Shoulders
Kitchen Table
Print
Gown
Stain
No
Seeping
Wet
With
Yesterdays
Possibilities
Layne
Barren
Lifeless
On
Route
90
Afternoon
Sun
Relentless
Unforgiving
A
Star
Sex
No
More
Platinum
Blond
Wig
Melting
Scene

(matthew bowers) ~93
©2021

Pheonix in Dance

From Flames
To Ashes
To Flames again

Glorious
Perfection
Self-reflection
Born of Fire
With True Direction
From Flames
To Ashes
To Flames again
A renewal
Tempered
Spiritual
Alchemy
Friend
Continue
To
Rise
Ignite the
SKY
Illuminate
Your truth
There’s
Nothing
To Hide
Beside
The Dragon
The strength
Proud
Nobility
Reaching
Inside
You’ve found
The Key
Its always been there
Now with nurturing
From chrysalis
To butterfly
Your living
Again
Pure
Impurities
Removed
The Calling
Of this vessel
Brings light
Into view
Rise Up
Higher
Rise Up
Brighter
Go forth
Where Icarus
Failed
Share the word
A living
Tale
Reborn
…………

(matthew bowers) ~93
© all rights reserved

Electric Word

Retelling myths And Ancient tales

Bed time
Story line
Liquid imagination

The author, poet
Comes to life
In the mind’s eye
Of creation

Character’s yelling
Laughing, crying
As the alchemist’s
Practice Scrying

Whispering
The sirens sing
The gods recieving
Offerings

Retelling myths
And
Ancient tales
Prophecies
And parables

Campfire nightmares
Full moon eclipse
Ghosts and goblins
From the abyss

Pages
Yellowed
Torn
And
Worn

Neon thunder
The child’s born

New world keys
Dimensional beings
Time traveler
Adventure
Celestial meanings

Line by line
Word upon word
Forming kingdoms
Where lost children
Are lured

The great escape
From a mundane life
Vanishing thoughts
Into chapters and rhymes

Refuge
Peace
Welcomed
Relief

As
Minstrels
And bards
Create
Unique
Realities

Electric words
Brought to life
By the author/ the poet
The writers
Alike

*(matthew bowers)* ~93
© all rights reserved
Art *(matthew bowers)* ~93

Sand

I have fallen in
With quicksand
Heavy tar pits

Sorry,
not
feeling
quite
myself
Haunted
with the flavour
Of melancholy blues
Suicide stripes
with razor
teeth

I’m lost in a personal hell No saving grace Or Escaping the true fate

That I myself
have forged

There are no answers
Or secret keys
My shadow if filled
with heavy echoes

Reverberating MADNESS
that only I

must endure

I have fallen in
With quicksand
Heavy tar pits of
Ancient molasses

That killed beasts
Much stronger
and bigger than me

Where is this voice
this voice of pain
coming from….

Internal
External
what forces are at play

I’ve witnessed soldiers fall
In my dreams
And
at my feet

We once share breath
the essence of life
laughing beneath the moon
drinking forgetting under
the stars

I now realize

That it won’t be long Before I join the

Others
In twisted fate

Kool numb emptiness
Fills my bones

Where will I be when I say my final Goodbye

Truth

But I still see the world through fresh MagicK eyes

93

Truth

I Have experienced and gone through Twin Flame reality

It is first hand true knowledge that I share…

you cannot change the Will of others

Through

MagicK

Such indifference to my reality, spirituality, and works…..

I am nothing but a compilation of complaints….. disappointments

Horrible reception
This life

But I still see the world through fresh MagicK eyes

That is part of what drives me

That is my oxygen

Helping others

I die each day
Growing closer to the eternal

Returning to the source of ALL

I will, we Will return from where we came

Energy

Universal consciousness

Divine essence

From where we reside
To our true path
We must perform
Spiritual Alchemy
And
Understand our place
Within the darkness
And
The light

I have found my path
Not through belief

Dogma

But
Process of elimination

Finding truth
Even hidden within lies

I recognize your light
Your gifts

You are more real than a false messiah that people line up to worship

A saviour “saves”

Does Not exist or tolerate to be worshipped

That… is ego

I recognize that Divine spark within you

That is why I encourage you….

“Nor do they light a lamp and then
put it under a bushel basket;

It is (instead)
set upon on a lamp stand,
where it gives light to all
in the house.

your light must shine before others, that they may see your good deeds and glorify ….

Not as much to a “heavenly father”…

but to others

that they may recognize their Own light and see truth

To Share A Spiritual freedom

For “them”
to Understand that Love
is the

Law…..

93/93

Death’s Beauty

Holding Darkness
Distant Veil

Silence
Mourning
Morning
Fate
Kisses
Softly
Beyond
Deaths
Gate

Hunger
Wicked
Absynthe
Delight
Disappear
Before
Coming
Light

Holding
Darkness
Distant
Veil
Tragic
Turns
Piercing
Nails

Mystery
Hidden
Eyes
Unseen
Mortal
Coil
Life
Between

Touching
Darkness
Fading
Black
Desire
Calling
Turning
Back

Moments
Vanish
Consumed
Within
Heaven
Hell
Without
Sin

Fallen
Angels
Dancing
Fire
God’s
Illusion
Burning
Pyre

Come
Welcome
My
Escape
Holy
Lies
Beneath
Nightscape

Tired
Worn
Cemetery
Eyes
Embracing
Beauty
Surrendering
Butterflies

(matthew bowers) ~93

Vampyre

She hypnotized
Victims of night

Silent, hunger,
Vamp, vixen eyes
Porcelain skin,
She hypnotized
Victims of night
Cool autumn air
Beauty in disguise
You better beware…..
Mists of London
Streets of Transylvania
The echo of footsteps
Wet, approaching behind you
A velvetine whisper
A moment of trust
Caught in the throes
Consumed in blood lust
Emptying the vessel
To the brink of lifeless mortality
A victim no more,
A transformation to Royalty
Queen of Darkness
With an heir to her throne of Red
Forever bonded
To the kingship of undead…



*(matthew bowers)*~93
© all rights reserved

Lady Rainbow

She’s excitement, art
Filled with spiritual knowledge

She’s a bad ass
She don’t take shit
But when it comes to out right fights man,
She kills them with looks and words
She’s all colorful
Like a brand new box
Of Crayola crayons
She’s excitement, art
Filled with spiritual knowledge
She’s a rainbow,
a fountain of youth
A punkrock Lunch
Lydia style
Vampyres, Jung, Nietzsche
She is MagicK
She is the Stars
She is Diamonds
In another life,
on another continent,
in another time
She could have ruled
The Sunset Strip
Hollywood Boulevard
Glitter, Glam, and leather
With piercing eyes
She is Diva Triformis
Goddess of the moon
She’s Helter Skelter
She’s a neon light
She’s a birth mother
And mother of the night
She’s the most,
She wears her heart on her sleeve
Love is the word
It’s what she shares best
She is freedom
A much deserved smile
She’s the queen Down Under
But you can’t feel her miles
She’s the huntress
She Is Respect
And best of all….
I call her friend


*(matthew bowers)* ~93

Walking the Dead

With purple shades drawn
Walking the dead

Simple animation
Flickering
broken lines drawn
black and white

……While the youth laugh

A chariot to Fulsome
Carrying
nonbelievers
without sin

……Lord have mercy

German city tenants
Disturbing
open graves
no hope to give

……Achtung mornings

A wild man from Borneo
Keeps secrets
crawls back inside
yesterday’s lies

……All’s forgiven

With purple shades drawn
Walking the dead

With purple shades drawn
Walking the dead

Hunger rises taking names
Spreads like plagues
mana drippings
lost in deserts
…… Around in circles

Broken streets and beltway’s
Recalling
moments gone by
in distant lands
……Telephone silence

A utopian ideas
Gathering
revelation
the poor understand
…….There is no freedom

Children see the coming
Staggering
heavy stars fall
echoing
……Belief in Blavatsky

With purple shades drawn
Walking the dead

With purple shades drawn
Walking the dead

(matthew bowers) ~93
©2021

Hollow Buddha

where is the pain that brings
us together

How come I cannot find you

if I see your face
it is empty
with invisible eyes…
frowning

I cannot touch you
the streets, the city
is empty

hollow voice crying

where Are the voices
the unity, the fire
and harmony

where is the pain that brings
us together
a circle of vision that
starts the wheels.

To change or kill a world
it needs to be done

Gone to the fire, the abandonment
selfish desires.
a disease that rots in your gut
and you’re helpless
if you are blind and numb

the anger could reawaken those
tired eyes of yours
and bring the song of others
to the circle…
this
circle
that is heavy…
alone

(matthew bowers) ~93©

Frantic

the movie bleeds into
Nothing

Panic in the back room
Dangerous eyes dart
back and forth
Cheap unspoken labour
Cold tile sweat pours
streaks of chaotic numbness
Heart palpitations Ring LOUD
jitterbug anxiousness
Fever gut punch roll
Walls crash silhouette laugh
Through black window drawn curtain Event horizon
Monday mocking rises
5am cooler snap
Time clock stop
Moments vibrate execution
Register rings buzzzzz
Bells Thunder
Arcane madness
Face reality of self proclaimed
Exile
into the streets
Angst loaded jaw
Heavy handed
Liquid fuel lunch gasoline
Trip wire feast
Voyeurs throw craps
the last breath of life that
Escapes living tissue
As the movie bleeds into
Nothing
Without a sequel to
behold or be left waiting for
within these final
Hours
As the line blurs
Between party and
Suicide

(matthew bowers) ~93

Within the Night

“Do Not Enter… or Allow” the Earth quaked

I lit and held a candle in it’s darkness

Only to reveal the sultry image 

of a soul that might have been lost, 

some time ago, in the reflection of the naked mirror that stands before it

Collisions of a train, 

lost thoughts marinade reality;

a poet with no pen or direction claims the night to propose thoughts

the beautiful with all the depth, and uncertainty reveal life in whispered words

      Castrated tongues hang languidly on the front nail of a Social keep

“Do Not Enter… or Allow” the Earth quaked

Solely to the confused and sensitive.

“I wish I was, and Bless the Virgin”, traumas nailed me to the old worn bed of oak and pine,

Splinters chaffe and scar the wounds I my self 

have allowed to bleed.

*(matthew bowers)* ~93©

Friday Night Live~

Taking it All in
And is Oblivious
To it All

Spotlights shine
Warm
Blinding
In your eyes
Faceless
Crowds
Silent

The
Everyman
Changed
Created
THE
Scene…
Busting up rules

“First thought
Best thought”

Inspiration
Rains
Down
Like a Deity
Rolling,
Muse
Recoiling.

Parents
Hide their kids
From
Clouds
Of
Smoke

Reefer
A couple of
Bennies
Amphetamine
Rituals
Cigarettes
&
Beer

New York
And San Francisco
Taxi Drivers
Them crazies
Have more stories

Wild
Experiences
Because THEY!
They’ve seen
And been through it
ALL

Like
The fixture in the corner
Shadowed
Silhouette
Stoic Form
Not stirring
Or
Murmuring
Both
Taking it All in
And is Oblivious
To it All

The cracking
Red
Leather
Barstool
Seat cover

Home
To the raven
A crow
An owl
Perched
Parched
Thirsty

Eye witness news
Voyeur observations
For those that want
To drop a few clams
For information

“You didn’t hear it from me…
I ain’t no snitch”

Yeah
Like New York,
Long Island
Ice tea
I guess every man
Has his price

Marked up
Mirror
Jagged
Street lingo
Gangs
Girls
Nicknames
Carved deep
In glass

Lines
Leave
Scratches
Along your face
As
You stare
Absent
Vacant

Hollow skull eyes
Look back
From your
Reflection

Can you read them?

Getting ready
For the Big send-off

The christening
The Bon voyage
Smashed
Splintered
Celebration,
Suds
And foam
A Real BANG
Explosion

CHAMPAGNE
Dreams
Crash
Like the
Roaring 20s
Stock market
Falling
Jumping
From 21st floor
Opened windows
Panic
The death of an era

Silver screen dreams
Dried up with talkies
Innovation
Invention
Blacklisted
Beliefs
Or voices
Too pitchy
That didn’t cut the mustard

From 50 flicks a week
To a telephone
Coated with dust
And cobwebs
And a ringer
You try to convince yourself
Has busted…

Something’s
gotta be going on
somewhere
Just a change of scenery
Something Fresh
To unclutter your mind
Everything
Is happening too fast
You just need a break
To be awake
Dialed in
After all it’s
Friday Night Live~

(matthew bowers) ~93
© all rights reserved

The Coven

Almost exactly on it’s one year anniversary, my page The Coven has officially reached a clean 1000 likes.

I had started the page to explore MagicK, build up a community, and even created a group by the same name. Then with other things coming up, projects, life, etc. I had stopped posting on the page and figured that it would virtually die of neglect.

One day I noticed that I had 3 likes in a single day some months later. And I started to pay a bit more attention, and maybe dropping a post every 2 months or so.

The Coven, I realized was growing organically growing by it’s own will. As I sat idley back I took notes, and began slowly posting to my page. There was something here.

Somewhere in those moments, I shifted gears. From writing a book of poetry The Calling- An Echo of the Howl to Something Witchy This Way Comes.

Like MagicK, my life and purpose had a new meaning, new intention, I felt myself being drawn to a new Calling. I found myself truly immersed with the mystic arts. I was learning, growing, and found myself more connected to people, places, events in history. I was transcending time and space, from the days of King Solomon to formation of neopagan witch covens just started a couple of decades ago here in California.

Coinciding almost to the very day of the formation of The Coven, I was blessed that Something Witchy This Way Comes became picked up by Dead Man’s Press Ink©.

Halloween of 2021 Is the scheduled release date of Something Witchy This Way Comes 🧹 I am both humbled and grateful to the creators of Dead Man’s Press Ink, writer, poet, and published author R. M. Englehardt, and fellow poet and artist Hex’m J’ai.

This has certainly been a truly “MagicKal” journey, and I am very much looking forward to things that are to come. Thank you all for being with me along this journey as where it takes (us) I do not know. The “echo of the calling” remains true and clear in my heart. It is a voice that sings purpose into our hearts, and gifts us with talents that we bring together so that we may create a better tomorrow for the human race and world at hand.

Thank you, Blessed be, So Mote it be, Namaste, 93

*(matthew bowers)* ~93

Something Witchy This Way Comes

Join The Calling email list and receive a sample pdf of the New Something Witchy This Way Comes by *(matthew bowers)*~93

<script async data-uid=”50c326cf20″ src=”https://chipper-designer-2807.ck.page/50c326cf20/index.js”></script&gt;

Available Halloween 🎃

Factory Girl

Slim, chic, cat-eyed model
With designer platinum hair

You were wild and oh so young
I bet you think this sounds like a song
But beneath a plastic painted Maybelline smile
I could feel all of your pain

Took up the gun
Shot your self so full of holes
Anything to feel numb
As you were captured on celluloid

PoP Art masterpiece muse
Always on display
With a revolving door of distractions
The center of the evening’s soiree

Popping flashing light bulbs
Immortalizing the archetype
Slim, chic, cat-eyed model
With designer platinum hair

Going Up coming down
In that instant it was Heaven 17
Life was a Rush and a push
A millionaire dollar baby about to implode

Celebrity queen, on the scene
Television spots, and 45 mm shorts
Lured and burned like an ordinary girl
Was being loved to much to ask

The voice of a generation destroyed her child, and moved on like a rolling stone.

Destroyed and broken
The final straw drawn
To weak to recover
Or see a new dawn

Is it true?
Poor little rich girl
Lived at the shallow end
Of an empty pool?

(matthew bowers) ~93
©2021

Snow-

staring out my bedroom window
into my back yard

I do remember!!!!!

Loved fresh snow fall
staring out my bedroom window
into my back yard
into the field behind it
All the snow covered trees
picnic table, canoe
crowning with white brilliance….
blinding
like holy rapture…..

(matthew bowers) ~93
©2021

The Gospel of Metatron 2021-

By design, we are all created as gods

Don’t ever be an arrogant, act spoiled like that of an egg left in the sun, don’t be cruel, or self righteous for that’s the equivalent of kicking yourself in your ass. You end up shooting yourself in your own foot and invariably just doing stupid shit. Those things you speak of are “Ego” and ego driven…. They are markers of false idols. Do not “worship” false idols, yet recognize that you are god and holy.

Ego, jealousy, arrogance, those are traits of Yahweh.

Yahweh the god of the Israelites of the Talmud or the Old Testament. As we find out, and as he directly says… “I AM a Jealous god”…..

Jealously is the result of living in a lower vibrational level, at it’s root it is insecurity. “How can a god of the most high be insecure and omnipotent?” There is only one fitting answer. He is not, and that is the lie has been spread and fought over for centuries.
(… and no, Yeshua, was Not Yahweh, in figure or in purpose)

By design, we are all created as gods, brothers and sisters, energy from the universal ALL. Some with purpose, some using intent, others by happenstance recieve messages, visions, memories of our premortal existence and rights by divine enlightenment. This is nature, This Is beauty, this Is through the arts.

Being open and embracing others, that is among the true paths of godhood and Karmic excellence. Done for the true sake of others, in secret, not glorifying oneself in vanity or guilt. Empathy is the key to understanding the ALL. The key that unlocks everything when we step aside from ourselves and desires.

If you are complete, or even on the road and doing the work, recognizing the parts that others play as well as the beauty that surrounds you, you will immediately see that you “We” as individuals are Not the center of the ALL or the universe. We are but fractiles, connected to each other in very important substantial ways.

“We” are consciousnesses, We are gods, there IS no room for ego, jealousy, arrogance. We are all one. As one, and one has the same numerical value As ONE! None is greater than the other….

Lies, ignorance, and denial, prevent one from attaining the true enlightenment that is open, honest, free, and rightly there just for the taking. But blinding yourself to those truths by false doctrine and misguided self-motivation, or investing your
intent upon another takes your personal truth, spirituality, magicK away from your Own divine destiny.
So mote it be
93

(matthew bowers) ~93
©2021

Release-

We are Legion
For we are many

Pent up
Inside
Thick Heavy
Black
Manifestation
72 captive
We are Legion
For we are many
We are released
And dine
On your modern
Day society
Feeding freely
From banquets
Even we
Could never have I imagined
So much pain
Hate
Deliberate cause
Divide and multiply
Across this broken land
And
We Thrive
Like Never before
It’s Open season
For souls
While our hunger
And thirst
Can Never be quenched
This is pretty
Damn Close

(matthew bowers)~93
©2021

Create your website with WordPress.com
Get started
%d bloggers like this: