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”
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Transmutation
“Hear” “Here” listen ….Within these words are more than cluesThey are the map! To understanding To successTo the way Of universal Law…… and MagicKHereBefore youAre both Keys And Locks The truthInside youThe essence OfDivinity MB93
The Poet
Words MagicKA lyrical archer With perfect aim… I am the targetEach word and phrase Perfectly castHitting it’s markAs I have to surrenderDefenselessAdmiringAppreciatingFeelingRapture
Pencil
PencilDirty palmsSmudged paperInterpretContinueSharpenEraseRepeatRepeat againEvaluateEraseFinish MB932022© All art by – Matthew Bowers MB93©
The Tell
Table for threeThe company I keepOpium for my friendsTheir usualNever My cup of tea I’ll take aSugar cubeSlotted spoonA touch of waterOver emerald mistLiquid gatewayCreating perfect loucheMilky delight Heresy RemedyDoors openingTo solitude andTranquilityOh….Let me be madLet me be inspiredLet me be the poetDigesting greenGlow elixir hue Blue dusk mysticReigns over mebelonging to aethernot this earthlyContinue reading “The Tell”
Letter to a Princess
I hope that these words find you well. You made me long for a time in New York that I would truly Never know but sounded absolutely delicious! I have been, but only for a few days… Becoming one with the electric city, as pirates, dressed in bagels baubles and bells as one waitress exclaimed.Continue reading “Letter to a Princess”
Twin Heart
Twin HeartI watch you as you sleepYou weave Ravens beneathfuchsia velvet nightsYou are my everythingThe star of my golden compassI cannot express the wholenessOf your ALLYou are My special blessingMy loveMy heartMy truest friendThe only oneThat truly knows meThe inside out andHow I walked through HellAnd how I returned broken aloneAnd in this silenceI wantContinue reading “Twin Heart”
Transmission Coming In
Entering the atmosphereThe Black Star arrives from far away…. The man inside returning Will he Blow Our Mind? Static buzzzzzzzTransmizzion Here cKa can “U”…am cKa coming thru? Radiant electro huePouring neon vapoursThrough sliding metallicSilver doors … ExitGround level 2 Astro feet step deepInto red Iron holiday dustCarpeting the runway hereUpon his arrival… We are theContinue reading “Transmission Coming In”
Saturday Must Come
Reflections glare dancingAcross the windshield eyesFlitting flirting juxtapositionGrace losing the race HeavyUnder Fire Flung roundsOxygen vacuum pulling lamentDripping Holy words from agnostic gospel repelling ALLOne by One breathing aloud theBreeding ground of adherence Of Spiritual manifesto cryingLoom Doom Awaiss swoonsCryptic evidence within The LawBound by order freedom of WillSupplementing status quo livesTo and fro beyondContinue reading “Saturday Must Come”
Where You At Jack?
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 the sounds doin’ rounds, up andContinue reading “Where You At Jack?”
Writing 101 The Rhyme
On writing a poem with rhymed inflection, it’s how you paint and tell such beauty Within a rhyme structure that needs to be so profoundly articulated. With rhyming poems,I think So few poets/ writers realize, that the importance does not fall upon the rhyming words, but rather rely upon them to hold a piece together.RatherContinue reading “Writing 101 The Rhyme”
Wonders in Aliceland
93 I remember Alice and Brian ,(of The Ultras) 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. PrettyContinue reading “Wonders in Aliceland”
The Mission
Even angels with broken wings can spread the words of love and peace …if there are ears to listen and hearts to learn*(matthew bowers)*~93
Tempest
In the desire to retirefrom writing so to speakwhen all comes to fruitionmore than calling it a dayrather escapingfrom the cosm andmicrocosm dichotomyreleasing of the allaware of distancesilent scorn attention shortdiscarded thoughtsbeing pelted at solitary targetwith a deluge of abandonmarveling at the flight ofso many fairweather friendsso ready to take and toreceive accoladesself serving banquetsneverContinue reading “Tempest”
Enchantress (undead)
Silver silence cascades through winter trees of elm and birch. Naked fingered branches stretch and yawn while standing erect in military grace. Softly, elegantly, she glides through the night. Dead, undead she remembers the love and pain captured in the human heart. The desire, the fire, the soft caress of a velvet touch. Centuries, memoriesContinue reading “Enchantress (undead)”
Final Act
Typical me Typical Me Typical MeI started something and now I’m not toosure Crown Sad clownVying frownI’m giving uppretendingThat I don’tknow betterThat this time willbe differentThat you’d bebetter than the rest It’s always more ofjust the sameIf there are peoplethey’ll always let youdown that’s just the scienceIt’s never quitehit or miss And I am sorry,Continue reading “Final Act”
12
We were off beat generation. Without destination. Circling Circling pigs in the feed. We were not hunters. We gathered no rites. Laymen to nothingness. Spectres of Night. Feral cold wind. We were thieves from birth. Secret rhythms, epic tomes. Voyages of of blind apostles. Roaming the desert forlorn. A prince of princes, a King of kings.Continue reading “12”
Her
I think she was a former addict, a prostitute, as well as a local barfly….. Somehow Somewhere, She lost the precious rose. Long ago with the stolen spark of kindergarten eyes. Up and down these cold and dirty streets, more victim than martyr shot up with track mark abuse. Her pockmarked scars screamed “I amContinue reading “Her”
Tragedy in the Details
Tragedy in The Details Obviously UnimportantAs it doesn’t serve theself-serving withloose agendasRazors, FavoursEfforts genuinely received but never quid pro quo Time… Vision… Execution…Lost in a pseudo rhythm Self styled Outlawworking 9 to fuckin’ 5… The pen does scribbleAbstract, misspelled rants that even in this moment …I wonder if Intentional orunknowingly by default A “poets poets” thatContinue reading “Tragedy in the Details”
Thin Ice
Skating on a riftA fine line betweenhallucination, painand partyLost in an array ofconsuming momentsphysical needsblind desires The rush and pulla whipping boy a slaveto yourself and substanceA hostage to PervetinCrystal shards blindDevour essenceAnd soul screams outIn agony cast asideAnd thrownInto a pit ofBlack vipers Laughterguiltgreed…Interchangeablemiddle namesYour true identity hasfaded, some time ago Electrical nuance entersyourContinue reading “Thin Ice”
The Forest Through the Trees
Thoughts of mourning In the morning ColdWinter’s breathBlue lips of the divineHaunted flowersRise with mystic holinessLaughing brooks cryAnd carry grave notesAlong it’s shallow bankRed, orange, and yellow Leaves have fallenBeneath a moonlit skyThat’s drawingCobalt painted backdropOf my finalResting place *(matthew bowers)* ~93© all rights reserved
Patriarchal Heathens
This is a poem from my book Something Witchy This Way Comes Goddess worship Was the beginningWitchcraft the wayBringing life into this worldMaking needed rainfallRaising crops In dying fieldsGranting protection To soldiers of ancient warsHuman society The bond of creation The understanding Of life, death, and sacrifice Mother Gaia… Many cultures , many names…. ItContinue reading “Patriarchal Heathens”
Strength of Alchemy
Version #1 (#improv101) We were children of the night.We were outcasts from the beginnings. We found ourselves gatheringinto secret circles. Protected. Undetected.We are cast as shadowsagainst foliage walls. We have been worn down to nothing… But the joke has beenplayed upon them. For in our suddentransformation, transmutation,our impurities have been excercized…. We are the vessels,theContinue reading “Strength of Alchemy”
The Boy Not Afraid to Cry
you were once a glitter stardon’t be a media sensationit’s to late to stop the presses now who am i to expect morewords of wisdom drive me wildI’m a honey comb creation so real i freak on the things i felt a golden key unlocks the worlddon’t turn your back now oh why’d you changeContinue reading “The Boy Not Afraid to Cry”
Aquarius
wisdom and creativity flow from our vesselsinspiration and caring outrageous thoughts artistic dances and skills wield our birth riteswe are born strong in the veins of Aquarius *(matthew bowers)* ~93
Winter Woman
From the Deluxe’ Edition of Something Witchy This Way Comes… #deadmanspressinkI’d like to share one of the Bonus Poems featured……. Winter Woman Morning woke in full bloomTurned a key of faded gloryLet madness out typhoon smileIn bitter rhyme and rhythmic dance Embers smudge spirit callingsElectric waves docile momentsCrossing current equinox twinIn dime store shelter lostContinue reading “Winter Woman”
Winter Woman
From the Deluxe’ Edition of Something Witchy This Way Comes… #deadmanspressinkI’d like to share one of the Bonus Poems featured……. Winter Woman Morning woke in full bloomTurned a key of faded gloryLet madness out typhoon smileIn bitter rhyme and rhythmic dance Embers smudge spirit callingsElectric waves docile momentsCrossing current equinox twinIn dime store shelter lostContinue reading “Winter Woman”
Mindfulness
ToTeachAnd to followAlongThe SpiritualPath&Live By exampleCleanse energiesAnd relaxHealingThe soulWith positive IntentionsBecomingOne with ourselvesThrough Meditations ~Namaste~ *(matthew bowers)* ~93
Treasure of Friendship
We both have packed bonces,Digging down deep Rabbit HolesWe have been ExploringSpelunking different cavernsof the same lair…Down DownDownDigging Amongst the treasureDeep within the archaeology Of Humankind and maybe A few alien races as well……. *(matthew bowers)* ~93©2022
~Amy Winehouse~
English, smokey, jazz house bluesIn youth so Innocent so much to loseSo raw and talented pop star dreamsBefore the demons rose, and took her beingHave you seen her in her ballerina shoesCovered with blood track mark abuseA soul, her soul, taken awayHeroin, Liqueur til she couldn’t playHer love, brought addiction, then disappearedLeaving her helpless, anContinue reading “~Amy Winehouse~”
Photograph
It is in a momentHe holds her in his handsTracing her cheekWishing moreThan he’d like to admitThat SheWere here WarmSoftVelvet smilePatchouli whispersSparkling eyes He lost himselfCaught off balanceRemoved from timeEntrancedSpellbound MagicKCapturing Him He felt AliveWhen they wereConnected SpeakingSecretRhythmicLanguage MemoriesHe hopes that theyWouldCouldShare togetherRuminated withinHis skull echoing Sunset anxietyFears of her fallingAway Unpacking boxesOf potential yesterdaysContinue reading “Photograph”
Justice Among The Stars***
Golden glitter stars line either side of HOLLYWOOD Boulevard. It was “The” Iconic walkway back in the day. I remember feeling a little more than gypped to be honest when I found out that anyone could simply purchase one of those suckers on their own, if you had the Ca$h. Still, I was fuckin’ gladContinue reading “Justice Among The Stars***”
Coming Soon…..
My Next book release projects are in the works…. These will both be released this year. Harlequin Sky & MagicK Moon
Diamonds and Glass
Natives and amphetamine smilesA delightful topsy turvy table top tangoWhispers of desert sun run downThe length of your back Into pools ofOblivion Trailblazing riders Come from the EastChain gangs motorcycle Leather Hidden pounds of Mexican go-goCrystaline CartelSwitchblades and Friday Night Specials WatchersWatch PushersPush and Push with ViolentPowerful Perro EyesThe scent of Canine dangerThe acrid scentContinue reading “Diamonds and Glass”
Acid Test
I’d be with teens my age… And they would “dose” to “party”…. I Never understood thatIt was Truly beyond my comprehensionIn me, Through me we’re All answers and secrets of the universe!!!! And They were giggling over trailers their hands wound make when waved in the air!!! Those precious moments, Tripping BALLS, Is a fineContinue reading “Acid Test”
Writing 101 – Control
It’s funny how a piece once started takes its own direction and creates its own articulation… I find the best way for me to write is to get out of “it’s” way and remove myself from the moment, surrender any kind of dictating control, and together… We breath.
Pandora’s Box
She smiledYouthfulEnergy The innocence That attractedNothing innocentThat would feedConsumeCarnal Wonton pleasuresDark back alley holidayHer songHer tragedyUsedAbusedRent and soldIs their loveIn happenstance The soft touchPrestige porcelain skinHaunted HungryThe reflection of death Betrays you Frail rail body Wire arms cold legsJohn and Pawns Exchange monies For a chance to feel AliveA cost thatLoses sanityPoor little shiny toyLostContinue reading “Pandora’s Box”
Lost in Transmission
SpiralingDizzyLostGoodbye ShipwreckCrashAgainst FlorescentWall BloodFrail ShallowBreath MelancholyOrbitRoundVenusMars RadiationSicknessDefeatIn Vacuum Wrong turnApocalypse 450° ferinheight The PainInsane withinMy BrainNuclear judgementSmoke stained walls Cattle mutilationIt’s all the same thingTripwire fixxxI bare the scars Chemtrail lungsDisease repentHung in languageNo longer Spoken DisasterWornTornShadow burnDeja VuNever learn Familiarity Self deprication RevealedPortraitOf A Monster Again Again Again Again Bury that mutherfuckerBefore I seeContinue reading “Lost in Transmission”
Wayward Pine
Friday Night lightStreet lamp amber glowDust incognito smileFreshly driven snowUnder apple blossom sky Children wander far and nearDreams ignite fire mindsTaunting turningHaunting burning Silhouette glistenBeneath a hollow moon Moments hung as feline broodWithin Kat jaws of fate alignedMourning comes in honouringInnocence lost and blind *(Matthew bowers)* ~93©2022
Seeds of Change
The seed….PlantedBefore…Realized Grown GrowingPersonalStrengthVisionSharedRevelationSpoken throughMuse DustedLong and Silent Shadows Slowly CollectIdentifyRecognizeHarmonizeResonateUnderstanding of aForgotten tongue
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 