Poetic Revelations:93

Atomic Age Renaissance
Color spread across the nations
Dust bin empty sepia fields
Upon the Golden Road
Towards Emerald City
JK, NC, WSB, GC & AG
Set out with the intentions
To wake a sleeping world Up
Bam Bing Boom
Backyard BBQ’s
Held over Nuclear War shelters
Miles below paper people feet
Tragic Teens in Turmoiled Times
Take Truth, Trauma in Television lies
The status quo had to go
The lies devised meant to hypnotize
Another generation into false security
Accepting their mundane positions
Where no one asks questions
Dinners done by five
The lawn is manicured
To exactly two and a half inches in height
White picket fences
Father Knows Best
Bringing home the Bacon
While mom hangs the laundry out to dry
College campuses buzz
With electric thoughts
New realizations
New Dreams of what could be’s
Who were these voices
Poetry, Spoken Word, Marijuana
Coffee, Late Night Scenes
Benny’s, Experimentation with LSD
This Epoch of time
Would herald in New Ages
Rolling, one into another….
Men in Suits
Lenny Bruce
Doing time, speaking his mind
One of a kind, the Old Hats so blind
It was his comedy
His own sense of rhyme
That the underbelly, of the current establishment was ready to change
Five candidates banging drums
Of lyrical words, spoken
In the language of Jazz and felt Blues
They brought the Beat
To a hungry generation
Resistance, persistence,
To finally acceptance…
From cold concrete jail cells
To Maynard G. Kreb
Finally giving air time
To a moment they just couldn’t stop
Back on The Road
Or hearing the Call of the Howl
Sitting on your porch, alone
Enjoying your Naked Lunch
I realize with pain in my eyes
It’s been More than Decades
Since anyone has kept that vision
Alive
Put down a marker
A headstone Say a prayer
Can society still feel magicK
That was once shared
Is it too late?
Tik Tok time out of hand?
Does anyone else “feel it”
Does anyone “else” care?
It’s a shame, forget the blame
Don’t bother with questions
The answer’s always the same
We first move on
Start a movement for change
Movement is action
With “move” in it
Learn from the past
Don’t fall for foils
Unite and share a vision
Manifest these works with intent
Do you dream
Do you feel
That you are meant to be
Apart of a cause
An action of Something
As the four horsemen call
Gabriel’s horn blows
The time is nigh
The coming forlorn
If not take up Arms
And herald the cause
With pens, paper, voices of the muse
We must fight extinction
Systematic Abuse
And rise Shine
Electric Neon
And rhyme
Be artists, poets, authors
Painters, sculptures by design
Believe
We are free
From Dark tyranny
Four years of hell
Under a spell
A failed nation reacts
Zombies protect lies
Hopefully, it’s not too late
To Enlighten the closed minds
The lemmings of man
The cost of their souls
They won’t take us down with them…
We can not be sold
Ready, Aim, Fire!!!
With your pen be swift and sure
May Apollo assist you
To the eye of the target
One down
Two down
There’s fire in the streets
There’s massacres in Chicago
Los Angeles, New York
Florida’s died
It’s falling away
Dropping straight off of the continent
Texas is Next
I “See”
You “See”
Together
It
Shall Be
We are one
Many voices together
A collective purpose
A Gnostic order
Secrets, Our Secrets
Changing the world
A universal purpose
And it’s language of the stars
Be true
Be humble
Honest
Whole
This is OUR Journey
The challenge
And goal

(matthew bowers) ~93
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