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Egyptian Queen~

WithinDesert windsA myriad of loversA sister heirMurdered for powerLegendsTalesSongsCelluloidBring her everlastingYouthShe was a viperCourageous lionPhoenix risingThe desert jewelOf which no otherBeautyCould compareHer legacyHer travestyShe wasThe LastPharaohThe ThroneOfAlexandriaOfEgyptLostToTime *(matthew bowers)*~93© 2021

Grihastha~

I’ve seen Angels comeButterfly wings in DecemberGolden halos danceValentine eyesDeep black poolsOf wonder, and InnocenceIs she a princess?More than a bride A simple glanceCan break a manand the air is thickfull of anxious rhythem.A low hum drums throughPalace walls of marbelElegant majesty, olive skinIs she a princess?More than a bride Behind the cover of theContinue reading “Grihastha~”

The Calling Begins~

The vacant silence of voices,no longer in the wind…Not planting the seeds of growth and change.Falling short of desirethe unrealized vision that longs to be sharedI feel the trembling cold numbnessbeing alone in this plight.There is no echo, no howlno answer to the calling…An empty community bondswith distantand far away eyes… (matthew bowers) ~93© allContinue reading “The Calling Begins~”

Kiss~

Carry on in shadows and deathSilhouettes dance, long, thin, darkEmpty alley, brick, neon signHunger strikes, midnight hourHaunting, vacant, distant eyesRoaming, corners, huntingVelvet black, noir caressA calling, vibration, smell of bloodMirror, casting no reflectionHer name is danger, heathen lustEven now, red like roseSubtle smile from the corners riseCanine dripping primal screamEcho… Echo… blood drainedA howl cryContinue reading “Kiss~”

Forgotten Goddesses(The Patriarch Repression)~93

Different godsSame godsHostsOf variant tribes ArtMusicSexWarControlling windsAnd ocean’s waves Caught in mysteriesLost IdentitiesIdentifyingDeity CalamityIdolatryHarrowingJourneysSearchingForHidden keysAncient religions! Chasing omnipotent shadows CreationSensationQuestioningRelationFromOriginsOfPlanet EarthToMotherGaiaThe maiden The peoplesThe prophetsThe practicesForgottenBeliefs in MagickRitualsMesopelagicDeepDeepBelowThe surface of the wavesSacrificeGoldIncenseIvoryJadeWooden polesIn Ashera’s name Priests cowerDeny the powerOf creationandSourThe namesOf the True GoddessesWith their own jealous intents VilifyDecryLamb’s bloodFrom a hanging tree MythsLegendsForgotten pastsPathsContinue reading “Forgotten Goddesses(The Patriarch Repression)~93”

Sister Morphine~ The More Phine The Better. Hollywood 90-94~

Things were Crazy back in the day, days blurred together, then into weeks and months…time had no definition, it just passed through us, like ghosts carried on a breeze of after thoughts… never quite tangible, or within reach. Simple echos, and shadows, and  pieces of dreams, never coming  into focus, or coming to fruition.But inContinue reading “Sister Morphine~ The More Phine The Better. Hollywood 90-94~”

Down The Rabbit Hole (again)-

I never could escape itIt’s rather beem my life’s missionThe curioser get curiouserAnd I dive into one rabbit holeafter another I’ve seen and experienced the most wonderful thingsThings that would make you thinkthat I was truly madColors, rhythms, alien lifeHollywood BoulevardU.F.O.s in flight I’ve seen spirits blow open doorsHide away in dark fire escapesThere’s theContinue reading “Down The Rabbit Hole (again)-“

Hollywood Vampyres~

Here we areBefore the sunriseDangerous gamesIn an eternity’s eye Cold veinsWe are like the windYou can’t touch usBut we can touch you Cat and mouseYou are blind preyYou can’t see usBut we can see you Jumping offHillside lettersTallHOLLYWOODLANDYou Couldn’t rememberWe’ll never forget 1923Porcelain skin purityPearl necklacesLongThinNecks JazzCrazy anticsIt was beautifulWe were free We are vampyresElegantOnceContinue reading “Hollywood Vampyres~”

The Jack Parsons’ Project~

Inspired by a dreamA boy, a small boyWith BIG comic book ideasBlasting through the ether18 minutes long1902 releaseA vision upon celluloidA Trip to the MoonIgnitesA child’s mind a flameInto a Raging fireImpossibleToExtinguishBig Bombs, Blast, Bang, BoomAnd rockets try to take offVrooooom!!!To themHe isA joke to scienceA loose cannonOn the campusAt Caltech J ustP layingL loudlyContinue reading “The Jack Parsons’ Project~”

Universal Revelations

I’ve had many a psychic Spiritual awakening Revelations The trick Is to “be” in it…. Not use it As a distraction Or “Party”…. But find yourself being aware Searching for hidden meanings Appreciating The very fabric of life itself! Knowing And understanding That in the same moment That we are part of something Much biggerContinue reading “Universal Revelations”

Poets Who Really Hate Poets-

Poets Who Really Hate PoetsThat about sums it upYou are thatIn your false goddess chairWithout a careCouldn’t dare to give a shitAbout somethingAnyone, it would appearExceptYourself of courseLook at meI’m so WitchyOrnate silverPretend gothYou love words?Or do you need themTo exercise your demonsDr. Pimple PopperOn your backSqueezingThe vile fake out of youAre You realAre YouContinue reading “Poets Who Really Hate Poets-“

She Was More Than That-

She was moreThanTHATShe was moreThan divineThe cruelnessOf the worldShe KnewAtThe tenderAgeOfSix“Don’t take candy from strangers”Or“Creepy old neighbors that leer”MenRarely have good intentionsAnd I?Am ashamedI’m as guilty of being a manAs I am of being “White”People will see meThink what they willI have No control over thatIn her eyesI Still see the innocenceThe FireThe adventureOf aContinue reading “She Was More Than That-“

Curtain Call ~

As Jim lie there, stage cold, lightsTurned 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 worldsYou are alone…Atone forContinue reading “Curtain Call ~”

(The Escapism)~93

The last howlHas left my bonesNo hungerNo thirstNo vision of morrowThe rapture isn’t comingThis is here and nowNo ShangriLaNo NirvanaNo HeavenNo HellMaybe theLawlessnessOf purgatoryAn eternity of timeTo reflectAnd beWithout decayJust seeAll of the wretchednessThat there has always beenThat you wearAs both understandingAnd warmthYou get it….It’s never been about KarmaOr Dogma, or RitesMass graves dugAnd buriedContinue reading “(The Escapism)~93”

April 15, 1912

The silence within an angels embrace, holds the warmth of a child not afraid to smile and laugh. The thoughts of two across the ocean, stir the heart’s intention of a smiling God.The wind begins to hustle and raise the tides and waves …The voyage starts … sooner than she realizes… will she be afraid?Continue reading “April 15, 1912”

Dark poetry-

Gothic dreamsShadow visionsBlack thoughts Taboo beliefsExercised with supernatural guile Hoodoo… VoodooMagickWiccan hearts Stories from the damnedAncient myths of jinnOpen gates of HadesLost in Lothlórie Romancing the macabreDancing twilight ritesSummoning Aiwass Candles burnAnd flickerCasting shadowsAgainst the wallThrowing runesReading tarotThelemic rootsBefore the Dawn (matthew bowers) ~93©2021

Poetic Revelations:93

Atomic Age RenaissanceColor spread across the nationsDust bin empty sepia fieldsUpon the Golden RoadTowards Emerald CityJK, NC, WSB, GC & AGSet out with the intentionsTo wake a sleeping world UpBam Bing BoomBackyard BBQ’sHeld over Nuclear War sheltersMiles below paper people feetTragic Teens in Turmoiled TimesTake Truth, Trauma in Television liesThe status quo had to goTheContinue reading “Poetic Revelations:93”

Time For Change-

– It’s in between The Calling- What sceneIt’s Has BeenIt’s In-betweenThe Calling Time for Change I lost myselfAt the bottom of a bottleBut there I wasStaring back I recognized those eyesThat wild crazy smile, Dig? I’ve Been DownAroundFeeling the scene… Memories of ghost barsHaunting me from afarToo long agoBut I still wear them scarsI canContinue reading “Time For Change-“

Slippery Slope~

It’s a dangerous gameRussian RouletteWith pen and paperCommitting suicideWith a noteDrafted to the godsDepressionRepressionToo high of an expectationPeople, humansWill always let you down As you look to the shadowsFor answersPerhaps hope?The frequency resonatingIs “make yourself scarce”You’re invisible in their mindsOut of touchIn what they believeThis world wasn’t meant for youNowTake a breathAnd let That sinkContinue reading “Slippery Slope~”

Curtain Call ~

As Jim lie there, stage cold, lightsTurned 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 worldsYou are alone…Atone forContinue reading “Curtain Call ~”

Mystery Radio Hour~

Old Time ClassicRadio ShowsFamilies gatheredTogetherAround Sacred FireBefore TelevisionCreating VisionsFrom flames ofImaginationInspiredFromEerie StoriesMacabre MysteriesComedy and DramaAliensFrom another universeDim the LightTune the dialRelaxAndGet carried away…The frequencyThe airwavesIgniteAndEntertainConnectingThe worldThrough SoapsCommercialsTeeth WhitenersAndCreams (matthew bowers) ~93© 2021

Going Down?

All good things come to an endStanding on the edge of the precipiceLooking down into the voidOf creative oblivionToo closeDistracted contemplationIs a dangerous ventureLose your sightLose your footingIt’s a long way for whereYou intended to beOnce you start to fallThere is no stoppingFasterFaster stillNo slowingOr coming backFrom a misstepUponThe slippery slope (matthew bowers) ~93© 2021

Bukowski Reads~

Style, smileMischiefWilesbehind those crazy twinkling eyesScruff, wolf grinTypewriter echos Banging like thunderacross a humid, steamy room, Offstained wallpaper,curtains drawn, ceiling fan shadows like Don Quixote Dried, righteous brain Society is a drag man…RepressionSuccessionRecessionDepressionDepletionRepeat son The reason, so many foolsLine up and take chargePaving the way withBillboards and skylightsMarching along blindlyDropping like lemmings Crashing in the surfBelowContinue reading “Bukowski Reads~”

Ghosts-

The sidewalk’s familiarJust passing throughEcho ParkLos AngelesI’ve been living here For the better partOf 30 years or soThe air is warmAnd balmyBut not too hotNever too coldThe streets aren’t as busyAs I remember themSunset’s always been famousFor it’s Halloween ParadeThat’s WEST HollywoodThis is something… differentEveryone wearing masksNot trying to scare each otherBut… Just as spookyIContinue reading “Ghosts-“

“Patriarchal Heathens”

Goddess worship Was the beginningWitchcraft the wayBringing life into this worldMaking needed rain fallRaising crops In dying fieldsGranting protection to soldiers Of ancient warsHuman society The bond of creation The understanding Of life, death, and sacrificeMother Gaia… Many cultures , many names…. It hits me now, even as I type this That the garden ofContinue reading ““Patriarchal Heathens””

Lunatic Cringe~

Lunacy is a blessing All to often overlooked It is the key that unlocks shadows Its the pages within a book Lunacy is brilliance The pull of the ocean’s tide A raven’s claw in the wilderness Where dreams are born, live and die Lunacy is the voice That the blind cannot see With heavy breathContinue reading “Lunatic Cringe~”

Within the Tangled Thicket

A voiceA callingA familiar strangerExiting the woodsEntering the lightI see my reflectionAs a ghostI haunt myselfThere was no echoOnly blinders from withinForced abstananceEyes and toungueRemoved by vicious birdThe result…. Of reaching outCalling my nameIn public domainI was forcedInto… Exile. Cryptic wordsA message sentTo the HeartA message of sorrowAn explanation Of distant Non existent Words….I mustContinue reading “Within the Tangled Thicket”

Coltrane

ColtraneIt’s more thanA thangIt’sElectric bluePoetic reviewBlistering SunsetTime won’tForgetHotLiquidHeatFlowingThrough ourVeinsBenniesNights UpWeeksAt a timeLongingLovingListeningLearningNeon waltzes45sLPsEPsSpinning rhymeI improviseFrom thirstAndFromLiesDormantDeterminedDestructionDestitute willFever pitchedValariumSocial StadiumOutstrechedArmsWelcomePainAnd RainDisconnectedResidencesDrivenInsaneI FallI CallNo longerAloneColtraneInMy BrainMy ValiumSoothesMySoul (matthew bowers) ~93©20021

Lady Stardust

GlamSlamTelegram SamGlitterCongosTryranasaurus beatBlack lion’s maneGraced by Major TomSilver jumpsuitPlatform bootsShooting starCosmic dancerThe youth hypnotizedBy his animal graceDalai lama rock-‘n’-rollElectric guitar dreams criedAnother shooting star lostCaptured, frozen in timeProphets, Seers and SagesThe Angels of the sagesT-RexCar wrecksNear Gipsy laneA fortune teller of his own regardAs a child he had knownAs a child he had grownInto anContinue reading “Lady Stardust”

There is No Room Upon My Alter-

There is no room upon my alter for a Christ that gave away his life for useless intentions. The scapegoat became the savior of the people of guilt. Their final cries echo the release in hopes of being forgiven within deathbed confessionals. Those born and raised, being spoonfed fear from birth follow blindly the corruptedContinue reading “There is No Room Upon My Alter-“

Giant-

Crude oil bursts free From the naked barren LandscapeCacti and eaglesHold the rangeA few hundred miles wideHigh noon Sun blares downUpon clay and rockThere’s no escape From it’s omnipotent presenceSnakes, and lizardsLie dormant Within shadow havens Skin shines like velvet mirrorsDrowning waterfallsCascade DownMuscular CutFull square backThe dust of the landFilling every poreOil stained eyes “She’sContinue reading “Giant-“

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