Poems – Page 9 – The House of Raven 🐦‍⬛

Song of the Vampyre-

And the vampyres sangIn harmonyOf a love that was lostSo long agoNo mortal could fathomThe depth, the feelOr comprehend the painWithin their dusty bonesThe QueenHeiress of the True godsGlowed with passionThat killed any mans soulBelief in the songsThe lyrics of a bards taleAlone would bewitchTheir fragile heartsStrongElegantWiseExperiencedIn more than lifeHer eyes conjured firesThat left lesserContinue reading “Song of the Vampyre-“

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, festeringHeContinue reading “Ms. –”

My approach to writing

My approach to writing, my new fiction book or latest poetry I find that I’m definately pushing myself harder, in different directions, not unlike from within a balloon. Stretching myself, to see how far I can go before I break, experimenting with new styles, new genres, different voices, it Has to be real, you HaveContinue reading “My approach to writing”

Muse

Circle Dance-

Reunite the living and the deadBring peace, prosperity, and unityBring us to the circle of ancient timesEvoking wisdom, in natural realmsWe dance to our own calendar every thousand yearsThe child’s tears in strange blue eyesClouds run like railroadsAlong the soft cobalt skyThe water, plants, blankets poisonedIn our hand we hold their bookFor some beads andContinue reading “Circle Dance-“

My Short Stint as a Writer~

I had tbe absolutely incredible opportunity to write for GAS: Poetry Art & Music. I had the good fortune to conduct a couple of interviews, create my own segment “The Vault”, and get features with a piece of writing as well as poster for the journal as featured poet of the month. Thank you forContinue reading “My Short Stint as a Writer~”

LuLu~

She could wear the smile of a child you see. She could wear anything at all. She’d sparkle like a street lamp at night, as a warm rain washed the grime from the dirty Hollywood streets. She was something more, and the world would one day play catch up, and realize it. She was theContinue reading “LuLu~”

Changing of the Guard

Time is a curiosity, fluid yet stationary. Time moves moments in light speed, or halts to barely a crawl. Within the context of these abstract actions, our lives get punctuated by abstract events. The heros and sages, voices of other generations, so loud and vibrant brought direction. From the ancient days of greek philosophers upContinue reading “Changing of the Guard”

Mother~

MotherHear my voiceMy distant callUpon your nameMy blessingAnd my rising starThrough the good timesThe bad and rain In a breathYou were many thingsSaviorMartyrBlessed GoddessSecret name You loved usThrough your trialsThat were devouringYou from within Mother EagleMother BearMother LionMother’s careAs protected childrenWe were safeIn your presenceOf Nature’s grace Your divine spiritIs living onInside of usShining beyondTheContinue reading “Mother~”

End of Days-(why?)

Afghanistan isA firery pitOf frightened soulsLeaving weapons giftedFor their protectionOnly to be usedAgainst themselves Never taking initiativeOf training and moneyImproved living conditions Collapsing immediatelyWith no retaliationNot using Afghan air forceTo maintain controlOver individual freedoms Giving upConcedingNo retaliationRunningLike mad chickensDecapitated martyrsDropping from aeroplanesRun over by 15 ft wheels Like their countryBad choicesLack of willWhere did thereContinue reading “End of Days-(why?)”

Thank Ya Maam’

On a hard boiled Saturday nightI felt the edge of restlessness. Drawn to the neon Frolic Room sign, the locals called shotgun for the stools with the best vantage points along Loyd’s bar. Easy access, that’s what it was about. Couples in booths lined the walls, taking advantage of the shadows that hung like curtainsContinue reading “Thank Ya Maam’”

Ode to Ron Whitehead-

From my words of humilityAt that momentI recognized the truthIt was there all alongand could no longer be hidden The voices of wisdomOf the Ancient godsCulminates, Thrives, Echoing It lives and breathsPowerfulBeautiful to the heart and mind And with a loud clap of thunderI am humbledAnd pay homage to a poet king This world, OurContinue reading “Ode to Ron Whitehead-“

Voices of Freedom ’21

Dancing without a nameShe was naked in her silenceStone, statues, salutationsDesires from a Hellenistic waterfrontAncient scriptures reveal hidden sourcesAmong firey chariots and beat up taxisNeon lights flicker to the rhythm of abandoned youthIn a Holy Glory, brought on by the Atomic ageBirds swell like waves in the evening skyLighting fires of brilliance, in the skullsContinue reading “Voices of Freedom ’21”

Moon Prize Reverberation (6)-

Solar nut silkPlant Holy SingleLost Confetti WeighsAbandon Circus PuddingTentacle Reign CumulousMasks Porceline Tub Elevated HighnessCobalt Amber NightFound Muddied OctoberCornucopia Floods DeniedRings Fall HeraldingLawnmower Kisses Gary Busey RhythmMars Virginia SkySink Scars Parked CarsBandaid Method TrotsExcavating Moral JupiterPizza Clouds Form Radio Empathy ClownsDesert Books GiraffeStrawberry Legions SpongeTelevision BonfireOcean Pudding EnvelopeWicker Chain Throat Mirror Grain AsphaltVictorian Horses RenewedLakesContinue reading “Moon Prize Reverberation (6)-“

Love Fast Die Young (and Leave a Good Looking Corpse)- #1

IndianaHomespun DreamsGreener pasturesWhite Lightening fieldsCity lightsCity lifeNuclear explorationAtomic Bomb extremesDoor mouse silent whispersKool air heights in wakeRather starve for artThan die in vainThe poets maskBrilliantBoys and GirlsGirls and BoysKrazeee mixersHopped up on benniesThis Brilliant Single EyeFills my soul whileCasting shadowsThrough velvet curtainsAlong echoing floorsWith great WingsTo the left and to the rightThe house filledThe smellContinue reading “Love Fast Die Young (and Leave a Good Looking Corpse)- #1”

The Golden Age of Dreams~

AmericanaPop RocksUrban legendsChildhood stopsNo, Mikey ain’t deadHe just knewWhen to blow this popsicle stand!We wereAll revvvved UpNowhere to go!Teenage gasOn the RoadNo pink cadillacsOr Mansions in Beverly HillsThe pharmacist on the cornerSelling knock off pillsNo one had prepared meFor what was coming Next!Sink or swimWithout a netSanity what’s Sanity?It’s a game of Russian RouletteI spentContinue reading “The Golden Age of Dreams~”

Lost Within a Moon Lit Mile~

It was coldSo coldI could feel the dirt in my bones It was coldAs cold as California gets anyway And the night had passedLike an old friendFrom fire and cancerAnd even the morningWas having trouble waking up Wiping the the grime And pain from it’s distant eyes Yeah, I rememberIt was realAnd as I feltContinue reading “Lost Within a Moon Lit Mile~”

Electric Nosferatu

Evil is cruelIt so often plays the victimWhile you keep watch For an unassuming Attack From behind! To the throat, through the jugularTearing, ripping The flesh now gone The bloodIts essenceFlows wild But NO!!!!!! Cruel, true Evil Hides, shamelessBeneath a blanket of doubt! Waiting for you To feed HIM NarcissistsThe Energy Vampyres That Crave YourContinue reading “Electric Nosferatu”

Magick of Innocence-

Her song could be heardCarried upon a distant windBlue with fireAnd sentimental dreamsThe feeling of true abandonmentBrushed against my cheekChaos theorySex magicKNecromancyCircles of magesWhispering foolsSpelling out incantationsUnder a waning moonThere is no fearNor tears in her eyesThe breezes caresses her pale skinBeneath cobalt blue skiesHer songHer songOf pain and desireAs old as timeAs the flamesContinue reading “Magick of Innocence-“

Roman Holiday-

Across the cobblestone store fronts with the dreams of dreams to come I both long to learn to love you As a silhouette swallows me Every sound I hear becomes you I feel your highness in my very wake One on one I have become you As we are we and something you cannot shakeContinue reading “Roman Holiday-“

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~”

A Letter to Ines

The Calling podcast 93 https://anchor.fm/matthew-bowers2/episodes/A-Letter-to-Ines-e157i6i

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~”

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~”