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Everything Reminds Me Of Something

Finished Track! Over 30 takes and 15 tracks!!! Hope you Dig! 🎵⚡🎵 Everything Reminds Me Of Something It may seem kooky…GIt may seem wildTraveling throughSpace and time The curiosity…. FI can’t explain. . . G The ghosts of ages…GThe songs of oldThe echoes of theStories told There’s so much more.. ..FI can’t explain…. ..G OhContinue reading “Everything Reminds Me Of Something”

What Would Sylvia Plath Do

Embrace your weirdness.Above all else this is your true expression. Harboring harbingers steal knives in the night that mock the very lines of your jugular. There is no balance of peace and emotional irregularity. Blue vapours pass through lace and ivory, breeding within the very marrow of your bone. If you are as I, escapeContinue reading “What Would Sylvia Plath Do”

Irina Eclipse

With the eclipseLight and darknessEqualsBrother and sister danceHolding momentsBefore passingStarsMarsVenusScarsMeeting inUniversalIntervalsSpinningEach caughtIn the throwsOf gravitational pullDaughter of EternityIlluminated child ofShadowsShe breathesExistsWithin twoWorldsThe blackThe whiteThe knowledge ofEternityShe Is magnificentPulling tidesControlling mindsWith subtle motionMadness takes sanityThe forgotten goddessWorshipped by tribesBeyond the sunSacrifices madeIn her nameZiggurat of UrOlmec pyramidsCeremonial dancingBlood lettingCreatures of the nightThe balance of lifeAndDeathShe isContinue reading “Irina Eclipse”

The Early Years’90-’91

I remember Alice and Brian coming back from Lodge meetings at the Thelema mystery school, where Crowley had started a movement based on MagicK. Wendy, Brian, Alice and I would watch Tiny Toons and I remember a very odd movie interpretation of Alice In Wonderland made in Checkzlevokia called Alice. Pretty much the freakiest movieContinue reading “The Early Years’90-’91”

Limitless Ghosts of Motion

She caught me unexpectedly with that particular look in her eyes. Watching, wary, knowing, expectant, transcendent, alluring, tempting, anxious, wanting, suspenseful, sexual, with come hither reality that oozed mystery pulling me forever closer to her. In less than a moment, I knew… I was to be helpless. I would be lost in whatever spell orContinue reading “Limitless Ghosts of Motion”

Writing 101 – The Universe is Within You

Poets and writers could and should pull from their past experiences to give honesty and depth to their pieces. I myself am not a poet, nor will I ever be. I am a vessel that transcribes words, phrases, occasional rhymes, in to pieces from ethereal promptings, muse, the universe, Monad?I let go of myself, andContinue reading “Writing 101 – The Universe is Within You”

Writing 101 Being the Vessel

To describe writing, understanding the process …for me to tamper with the promptings I receive as a vessel is ego….. I know that the universe knows better than I… The muse have been and Are eternal and I a mere 52 yrs. Who am I to second guess the prompting of the ancient ones? WhenContinue reading “Writing 101 Being the Vessel”

Asherah

Mother Goddess Of IsraelWife of YahwehFertility GoddessMother of the IsraelitesWorshiped throughout time While Israel stood As a nationIn the homesImages of Her DivinityDecorated the housesThe TemplesAnd The Shrines Hosted withinTHE Temple of SolomonHer image Carved from WoodWomen wove Hangings for HerIN HONOUR And in forest grovesShe the heiressConsort to the God most highUntil…She wasn’t MonotheisticHebrew’sOfContinue reading “Asherah”

Lunar Pull

Transcending physical Spiritual matters drawnUpon the lunar tides abyssLuring procuring essencesRecurring obscuring shadowsOf the blood moon nightMagicKal practical heady windsDrawn up on the inner wisdomDesires beyond pagan reproachThe tides of crystalline oceansStretch and pull the undertowsSandy planes lay barren remorseAs naive children turn awayAnd lose themselves in the fireOf eternal remorse MB93

Spiritual Alchemy in the Grey

The very act of “seeking” to “improve” oneself…. Is the very act of Spiritual Alchemy.Spiritual Alchemy is like poetry.There are no rules. Only good and bad. This actions on either side of the spectrum must be measured according to Universal LAW, for there Is no light with out darkness just as there is no darknessContinue reading “Spiritual Alchemy in the Grey”

The quote of the day is:

A Circular Pattern of Abuse Here is a phrase that is all to real. That people get caught up in. Sometimes even addicted to. It is So important to recognize and be aware of the triggers and how this pattern repeats itself and from where. It usually comes from someone that you have put trustContinue reading “The quote of the day is:”

Poets-Rock Stars- and Holymen

Poets-Rock Stars- and Holymen Sending messages out into this vast beautiful worldas prophets, apostles, messengers. Voices echoed throughout the agessonnets and prose expose the underlying cause of human affliction to the masses upon the tongues of archetypes, angels, and the resurrected muse of ALL. Prophesy and tales of good versus evil carried on the windContinue reading “Poets-Rock Stars- and Holymen”

Joyful Jubilee

Circular revolution around the sun. Three hundred and sixty five days days gone by and to come. A celebration of angelic arrival. A heralding Ushering a new Era of appreciation growing knowing wisdom compassion caring. The gift of one to all. A still silent voice raising tsunami skies inspiring valiant splendor. The day of birth,Continue reading “Joyful Jubilee”

A Breath from the Universe. Monad. the Muse…..

Here is my bodyFill meI am they vesselI have slain egoProstate myself before YouDivine glory Hidden whispersSecret vowelsMagick fills my bowelsAnd I reap all thatYou have me Sow

Coincidence

Synchronicity…..The language of the universeThe bread crumb trails that secretly lay before usThere is no coincidenceOnly denial of the truthOnly ignorance of the divineFace no face the way of Monad is prepared before you and beyond

Handsom

Handsome used to refer to women a lot in the earlier part of this century. Even the first usages of handsome towards a woman took me aback at first….I “think” that for me anyways….. (Though it may sound hypocritical) That using “beautiful” towards a male is an elevation of appreciation rather than talking about someone’sContinue reading “Handsom”

Girl Next-door(Caroline’s Song)

There’s a girl and she lived down the street all alone. No one remembered her smile- She always just laughed “I’m all by myself” but her eyes gave herself away. The pink summer sky started to rain and the radio started to play. Memories came like celluloid dreams. The ending, always the same. So manyContinue reading “Girl Next-door(Caroline’s Song)”

Yvonne De la Vega

I don’t have any wordsI’m silent cold in shadowAngels fall phoenix riseLife is a cruel muthafuckerVoices and brilliance echoesWhen it’s good… it’s Damn GOOD!I’ve written gospels in the sandOnly to be taken away painfullyBy the salty tongue of realityGoddesses are most beautifulWhen you hear them ROAR!!!!Tiny daggers find their way Through your veins… and intoYourContinue reading “Yvonne De la Vega”

Faux Orange

BigOrangeLouder than lifeFull of gasGassesEscaping through aFoul vesselStupefyingDeceivingMisleadingDividingEnragingActivatingAggravatingHatred_intoDivisionRed White and Blue MemoriesNowThere are only Red NightmaresUnborn children screamBeneath the fallen gavelA toolOf the MuleA FoxA FauxOn FOXRHETORIC LIESRHETORIC LIESOver and Over and OVERUntil they are TruthsIn their mindOf the blindThe Orange Giant Casts a Heavy Loaded Delusional ShadowDrunk …With stupidityAnd corruptIgnorance MB932022©

This is 2022

Everyone’s war starts somewhereIt can be within ourselvesIt can come at us from outsideThey can try to break us downThey can try to take us overThey can try to make us one of THEM In my blood, I share your bloodI remember my grandfather’sFurry hat and long jacketNow I see their bloodMy bloodOur blood WeContinue reading “This is 2022”

“Ms.”

A frozen moment,in 1965In a New York apartmentModest wealth here we resideA comedy of errorsI won’t be repressedFacing life with laughterIs this yesterday’s dress?A struggle for identityI have dreams tooWhy is he threatened?It’s always been the two!He just doesn’t have “it”He tried and he triedThe echo of cricketsUp on the stage he diedResentment, festeringHe couldContinue reading ““Ms.””

The Succubus Graveyard

Silent Weathered madnessInner TurmoilLeft for RotHermitessLying skeletal remainsBoning marrowSelf abuseSexual corruptionNaive to the truthOf Eternal darknessShaking ThunderViolent turbulenceGrief DeSire…Faux Goth…Licking the tongueOf … an AspCleopatra feignFire consumes anEmpty HeartlessSoul MB932022©

Point Zero

I’ve seen visions of squirming toads, I’ve seen THEM….. More than haunting, they were the gateway, the threshold to a vast dominion. The street was paved with them. Millions of dark amphibians. Crowded, lying on top of each other. Pulsating, in unison rhythm, under a cold Autumn moon….. Lizards clung together, forming tree’s trunks…. StandingContinue reading “Point Zero”

Writing 101 – Archetypes

When writing a piece (I’m specifically talking poetry, but Not limited to) Select powerful, emotionally charged Words! Rather than using words to describe the Emotionally Charged…. By doing this You are tapping into the archetypes!Use a ROCK rather than “describing” the ROCK!!!! The results are SO Much more powerful!I believe you’ll find yourself breaking freeContinue reading “Writing 101 – Archetypes”

Writing 101 – Consolidation

Here’s something I wanted to share with you guys. Retrospectively (well had I known people and not experienced what I know now through trial and error)I would join fewer Facebook “poetry” groups. The idea that you want to have an abundance of opportunities is legitimate. Unfortunately, the reality is that a lot of these groupsContinue reading “Writing 101 – Consolidation”

The Island

Two On an islandChoice FateConvenience The yellow arid sun beats down upon them So familiar to each otherDecades bound found them togetherBut separate just the sameIntrovert ExtrovertScorpio SagittariusNo match of the ages No magick created through nights shared Different voices Different minds Comfort of friendship AgainFamiliarity No BOOM BANG INSPIRATION A dull roar of aContinue reading “The Island”

The Beauty of Eternal Words

Poetry, ArchitectureEvery word and brickIn perfect balanceEach picturesque syllableCarries the weightBuilding the foundationStrongElegantMasterful…Nothing to addNothing to take awayA Brilliant sculpture of literatureSolid, profound…The Ancient pyramids of EgyptBuilt upon mysteriesAs does the poetic strengthThat stands the test Of time *(matthew bowers)* ~93© all rights reserved Concept art created by *(matthew bowers)*

MB93 Say…….

Don’t seek happiness from outside of yourself…As I realized I enjoy making others as happy as I am within. I’d trade a few moments to share a smile or a laugh over riches and fame. When a heart is genuine and pure, I believe we can change the world and share a better tomorrow ………………………Continue reading “MB93 Say…….”

Celluloid Memoirs

Coughing up memories of yesterday Elderberry wine perfume Telephone wire rip cordsWithered voices now silent Alone within hallowed walls Windowpane dusty eyesA vouyer weeps, sleep walkingAmong forgotten giants Gold glitter star once shown Bright in the night New Moon smile Champagne flowed freelyLike blood in the streetsOf Rome

Wilcox

Hollywood Nuance / Wilcox (Cover Ideas thus far) *********************************** The Wilcox Bldg. Now the Wilcox Duet, it was Hollywood’s pink, mecca of our Rock n Roll society. Modern day Babylon, Sodom and Gomorrah. Tweakers n Tinseltown. Faceless rock stars, royalty in their own mind, performing sold out shows, at the Flavian Amphitheater. Revelry, debauchery, SwimmingContinue reading “Wilcox”

Magick

There is No Room Upon My Altar

There is no room upon my altar for a Christ that gave away his life for useless intentions The scapegoat became the savior for the people of guilt Their final cries echo the release in hopes of being forgiven within deathbed confessionals Those born and raisedbeing spoon fed fear from birth blindly following corrupted manipulationContinue reading “There is No Room Upon My Altar”

Bio

Matthew Bowers93 has been featured in the anthology Spotlight, and worked with Ron Whitehead on a dynamic audio experience of The New Beat Generation Manifesto &The Calling. Also in print with The Lothlorian Poetry Journal, Dumpster Fire Press, Rye Whiskey Review, Lucifer’s Retreat, Alien Buddha Press … twice, once as poet and the other forContinue reading “Bio”

The Calling/ the Beginning

The Calling~ Beat Poets & Angelic ScribesThe voices that murmurlike the ocean’s tideRevolution, ChangeCivil Disruption,We create beautyfrom nothing and lawless corruption Let’s gather in a circlePlay drums and singA round a beach fireSo hypnotizingSpirits come dancingSwirling, they swayThey’ve come to assist usIn this call of the New Day And he stood, staring far into theContinue reading “The Calling/ the Beginning”

L’enfant Artiste

Colour by numbers is a trick of open spectrum light. The skin, the fading hair, the lost moments reflecting and capturing vibrant active imaginations of the youth. We marveled at the subtle hues, and feathered brush strokes, breathing life understanding death.. working coloured oils into two dimensional canvases. Our focus and concentration, bordering on brilliance,Continue reading “L’enfant Artiste”

Hey Jack, Where You At?

Hey Jack, Where You At? Jack? Oh Jack… His voice was smooth with heavy texture. He talked like he was lost yet knew all ’bout the world. His manner loose, noose held back with refrain, a melody of velvet sandpaper fell like rain from his lips. Shaking, making, the earth is still quaking to theContinue reading “Hey Jack, Where You At?”

Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs

Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs It’s a lazy Tuesday eveningAnd the sky is mumblingsongs of jubilant colors.Shades of night are etchedacross the sky. There’s a poignant,rank stench, that fills the airlike spoiled malt liquor. If you’re not careful man,It’ll curl up them noise hairsYou got hanging fromYour nostrils…… I never gotContinue reading “Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs”

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