Category Archives: The Calling

Greater God-

My voice echoes through mountainsI am wiser than ancient bearI know everything for I am one In these back woods if you didn’t know I light fires with my eyesCommand the weather with my beardI am the original god of huntingDon’t dare forget my name Young elk, you are to pale too weakTo young toContinue reading “Greater God-“

Decade of Decadence-

Jigsaw pieces, memories, I recall living the dream. The tik of tok reverberating clock the glitter of the scene. Long night’s drawn into an early morning’s trap. Crystal vision, neon makeup, broken mirror dreams. UnHoly nights undead teens lingering in New York and Los Angeles. The bitter fruit of yesterday’s folly has left us nakedContinue reading “Decade of Decadence-“

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 shownBright in the nightNew Moon smile Champagne flowed freelyLike blood in the streetsOf Rome (matthew bowers) ~93

Alien Boy-

Two cool barrelsUpward ceiling boundMetallic taste of oilAnd steel, denounceDespair and pain 45 horses cumA Colt on the vergeOf release….. THUNDER and red red rainAgainst virgin wallsDown into poolsUpon the floor Where Iron fillsThe open airWith the inevitableStenchOf death Efforts are lost Wasted The lackOf quid pro quo The busiest pensNotable friendsArmed with quillsAnd WifiContinue reading “Alien Boy-“

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”

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”

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-“

Thank you for visiting

Thank you for visiting, and taking the time to read some of my poetic entries. If you could take a moment and leave a review for a poem(s) that you like, it would be much appreciated! I’m putting a collection together, and a review could really make a difference getting my books attention by publishers.Continue reading “Thank you for visiting”

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