Listen…
Can you hear
The the tiny voice
That calls to you …
To be
To be More?
You are enlightened
You … are Magickal
People are blind
As to Why
You are different
More than they Can be
They are not in tune
With the universe
With…. God
The divine creator
They
Are oblivious
They can’t hear
The Call
Within the silence
That allows Us to be
Creators, that can manifest
Beauty
In so
Many ways
Today was Bullshit
Crying Razor denied and dried
Cold on porcelain floor
“Beaten Broken Tired and Worn
A soldier returns home from war
Gas Lighting Gas Bombs
Fragmentary grenades Explode
Burning up all signs of hope
Only an empty vessel remains”
I look into the mirror
Who are these tainted suicide eyes
I feel them echo, haunting
Deep within my aching skull
I am here
I will not Bow to you
I am done
With your Viper’s words
I will be free
Any way that I can
I am the pain
I am the wolves cry
Caustic emotions eat away at the
Jubile feast I used to know
No longer nourished I plummet
Without strength I can not return
Hedonistic pathways lost somewhere in time
Moments of asylum found in nursery rhymes
Counting back the sheep of night
Their empty carcasses bled dry
The spoils of Will ripped away
I feel a tourtured heavy sigh
Bleed Bleed Bleed with me
Let me count you in my fingertips
Please Please Please bury me
Release me from this sinking ship
Was there ever laughter
Was I more than a fool in a cage
Can I escape this vessel without judgement
I choose blood over becoming a slave
I return my gaze upon the mirror before me
From which I so desperately want to flee and hide
From these shackles of mental pain and torture
From which I can no longer deny
MB93
2022
Happy Happy Good News
Now open up your fucking books to Matthew 13:24
The practically antique General Electric alarm clock went off with a wild chirping buzzzz that would drive any man with half his senses insane. He wondered if that would be covered in his health care program, if he had one. He flipped a switch on the back of this old dinosaur box and the AM radio came to life….
“You are my sunshine my only sunshine you make me happy when sky’s are grey… “
He pulled back the curtains and the sun’s light filled the room, radiating warmth and beauty ushering in yet another day. He was silent in his motions, crossing through the kitchen to gather his senses and have his first mandatory cup O’ Joe to start things off.
He vaguely remembered a time when he would receive his morning paper and skim the headlines of the front page before thumbing his way through to the crossword puzzle towards the back. He skipped over the personals, the advertisements and obituaries, and though it was almost noon, it was still way to early for that shit.
Saturdays were fine days. You could sleep off what ever you did the night before and not have to give a shit about working it off the next day. Tough in troubled times. That seemed to become his lastest mantra to describe the current climate of life and political bullshit all ’round.
He wasn’t the first nor would he undoubtedly be the last, to think that the whole damn world would be better off drowning in a cesspool deluge of karma brought on by human kind.
Maybe that fucker Yahweh was onto something and just maybe he picked the wrong set of ass hats to show how to build that motherfucking ark that only prolonged man’s inevitable downfall.
Set them free
What’s meant to be
The calm reciting
We clearly see
Soft, white feather
The changing weather
The dogs are howling
But do not enter
MagicK calling
Hero’s falling
In black forests
Ancients knowing
All the answers
Sacred dances
Around the fire
We stood in trances
Goddess, alter
Incense, water
She’s the queen,
The sacred daughter
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 or web that she could spin about me, capturing me fully, without hope or wanting of… escape.
In my mind, racing back in time, longing to dissolve into her vortex of material oblivion.
Please. Please. Please take me. Take me as I offer myself onto your personal altar, your vessel, your silver chalice trimmed with gold and pewter. Allow me to cover you with my scarlet silk cape entwining our very souls together now and forever more.
No remorse, No regret…. Silver screen silent melodramas that resolve into Victorian bliss. There is only silence that casts itself as shadows across our loosened tunics.
For you, I would and have, set the world afire, bleeding, bonding, drowning in occult rapture. Far beneath the candied moon, so so sweet, it’s ambrosia nectar drips fluidly from my rose lips.
Here … In this fantasmal moment I bathe in spectral nuance, exhaling, inhaling hollow hallowed flame breath laced with desire. For we are eternity, limitless ghosts of motion that swing upon pendulum wanton mindscapes. We are heathen with hedonistic parallels in bondage, impervious to the verdicts and convictions of sin. We are immortal.
We dance among the ebony claws of vampyre covens. Rhythmic howls echo and build to full crescendo, pounding flesh upon rock, gnashing teeth against stone, carving sacred vowels into my skin. Burning, searing ancient rites, tattooed covenants trace the velvet outlines that breed subtle hues of perfection upon our unclad bodies.
We are the deliverance that embrace and take the hand of Inanna. We are the storms, the wars, the fertile soil from which life both begins and ends. We are creation.
We are the reflection deeply set, within your eyes. We are the hunger, the lust that is never quenched as sirens sing across barren seas. We are the essence of twin flame reality, a union cast together, forged by Lilith raised as Nephillim, carried on the back
of Icarus.
MB93
2022©
Typical me
Typical Me
Typical Me
I started something
and now I’m not too
sure
Crown
Sad clown
Vying frown
I’m giving up
pretending
That I don’t
know better
That this time will
be different
That you’d be
better than the rest
It’s always more of
just the same
If there are people
they’ll always let you
down that’s just
the science
It’s never quite
hit or miss
And I am sorry,
I truly expected more
I’ll never learn
another burn
Final Act
I’m dying More and
More inside poisoning
The heart and mind
can you can you
can you bury me here
Beneath the angels
and the cherubs
carved out from
stone alone
Misgivings and
misfortunes
I gave too much
of my self away
There’s nothing left
For me to say
No where to go
I roam the pits of Hell
Armed with blisters
from the sun
it doesn’t matter
it doesn’t matter
It’s in your eyes
It’s in their eyes
It’s just me alone
I’m a transcendental joke
I’m only laughing at my self
I’m only laughing at my self
Oh…. Never mind
I’m finally catching on
you were never there
You were never truly there
I only saw what
I chose to see
Ignoring all the
signs before me
It’s time to retire
call it more
than just a night for
the ending is nigh
I said goodbye
only as an afterthought
in the circus of night
It’s curtain call and
faded lights
followed by silence
(Matthew bowers) ~93
2022©
Rough draft and beginning ..
There was an unspoken language that we shared. She called it beautiful as we lay beneath the morning sun. I whispered, “do you think that they can still hear us?”
The twilight glow hadn’t left her eyes, and she smiled at me like a tomcat ready to feast upon it’s daily kill. There were subtle distinctions between actions and intentions, and I’d be damned if in the moment I could really tell you what they were.
The echoes of laymen hitting the streets, on their way to work, to punch that unforgiving, thankless clock, came wafting through the half opened window of my single unit one bedroom apartment, right there on Virgil avenue.
I got on up, out of bed, ready to start a new day myself, putting on a new pot of coffee, anything to take the edge off of last night’s frolic.
I hadn’t seen Her in more than a few months, and last night was a welcomed relief to the last few weeks of monotonous doldrums.
We managed to pick things up, right where we left off and continue our reunion, drink after drink on into the break of day. We must’ve put away a twelve pack each after all was said ‘nd done. She was always welcomed company, and not to hard on the eyes if I’m gonna be completely honest.
I vaguely remembered making plans with her for this afternoon. Something ’bout the Lebrea Tar Pits, maybe a trip down Fairfax and Melrose and then hit up the Grove.
Prepare the night
All things seen & unseen
Restless spirits
Dance in the world’s between
Ancient magicK
Tales told so long ago
Necromancy
Of the will-o’-the-wisp’s glow
Nature Calling
Pagan child reaching out
Burning bonfire
To the song of Pan’s flute
I’m a Boy
I’m just a boy
It Seems that I
Just ended up
Like that…
Who and
What we are
Is So much more
Than what their
God
Had created us to be
We are the divine
We are the creators
We are in control
Of our actions and
Who we choose to
Be
I choose
To be Nothing and
Everything at once
I feel the universe
In my bones, blood
In places that make
People feel awkward
When brought UP!
I feel you
I wish I could
Feel More of you
I want to express
Myself physically
Through fluid motion
Fluid Definition..
I want to be able to
Express myself as
More than Man
More than Woman
Something
That they will never
Comprehend
Simply put
I Am vibrant
Electric pleasure
Created to release
Waves of passion
Deep
Deep
Deep
Within you
I ask for nothing
And everything
In return, for We
Are dancers
Prophets
Poets
Martyrs
Of the
Night
MB93
Now
2022🌹
I miss you
I miss…… Us
In my gut of guts…..
I felt that my dream was too good to be true
It’s like back to square one
Said the universe……
You really thought you’d actually “happy” and “have what you deserve”?
Then ScatMan Ktuthers voice echoes from a trash receptacle with those familiar words….
“I was born and Raised
In a Garbage Can”
and I laugh, because I understand…..
We are survivors yet never blessed with what we deserve.
Even twin flame reality!!!
That feels so perfect and right…. Burns FAST and Painful….. I’ve been there too often
I am so sorry
So sorry…..
Being experienced
And a survivor of these cautionary tales
I ….. tried
I wanted to not overwhelm you, with my TRUE LOVE ..
it’s true as ever I have Never wanted anything more
I’m trying to piece together that reality that was holding me and for how long in limbo
It’s Krazeeee
I feel as though straight up
That I was telling you that I was preparing for you
Like a bird preparing a nest for it’s family
I did tell you asa i was confident and trusting the truth when I said I would not “hide” you…. To me
That was lying to my heart
As well as my destiny
I truly believe in manifesting/ creation
And never ever dreamed
That I would find some one that I felt so perfect for me
I’m waking up , lost
(Quite literally, and my body shut down after 6 hours of contact assault)
But not for one second
Not for one moment
Can and will pursue my
Hopefully “OUR” dreams
Said I would
And will always
Do what ever I can
To make YOU feel safe
Happy , comfortable
As I more than RESPECT
I ….. Embrace ….. All that you Are .. and we can
If your willing be……
This , in the moment hurts
But Always the process of Alchemy does with the element of fire
I embrace You for all that you are… There is nothing in this soul to hide
I embrace, Your little family, maybe over stepping but am More than embrace an Live them in my life
You…. Are indeed SAFE
ARE indeed free FREE from the Elements here that I had told you about from the beginning
So hard
To have tried So right
I’m embarrassed that I feel that you feel that I’m caustic …. I am Strength
I am Confident, I am Open to your needs, embarrassed that I feel Now this is received as a cautionary tale
I guess, in my own way…
I thought you felt like me
We’re ready like me
Wanted what I wanted
I wasn’t aware of this belated timeline as I told you I was ALL IN
did you read my I Love Loving Love manifesto?
It’s still rings true in every way.
(If your curiosity about what truly happened)
I called you into my profile picture with poem
Lil Miss Ave Maria
You see….
My setting on my profile prohibit my roommate from. Seeing anything I post or share. Not because of you… Because of my roommate.
At one point challenging/ discerning all of my postings and comments
I Choose you
I Hope you choose me….
I am just lost in the fluctuation and understanding of this dimensions value of time
I know time is an illusion
I want to Be
Truly Be WITH YOU
in All ways…. ALL
and am more
Than prepared
All that you have said
About this occurrence to day… I appreciate
And embrace your words
An I do…
I DO
Respect You and Love you in a way that I feel no other mortal can
I see YOU
Without Ego
I can promise…
That you can Truly find Happiness, self expression, the wonder and Freedom of You to be You
I do not have to make an effort to truly offer you understanding, of who you are…. And currently what ever “this” is
Nor should You feel the need feel that as well
But you don’t need to feel that you have to meet half way… For this is Our way
I Love you XXXXXX
(we) miss you already
More than you know
You enabled me to recognize a strength and happiness within myself
Beyond what I could have ever conceived
This….
Is Me
This is who I am
I am blessed to have you in my life
Thank you for everything
I truly hope that this was the mush needed first part
That inevitably Needed to be done
This is how we react to it that counts
Are you all in ? As am I???
You Are the ONE
YOU are my goddess desire
You are my chosen One
Just as I …. was chosen by you….
(again, I hope you feel my honesty, my hope and commitment)
As I want nothing that we have had to change….
This is but the chrysalis from with… I / we evolve and grow
More beautiful, stronger, understanding together
*Matthew
*papi
I never dreamed
That there could be
A Lady Starlight
To fulfill my dreams
Searching through the multiverse
Mystics Magicians and Gypsy Queens
Scrying mirrors casting runes
Through esoteric means
I cast my lot as prophet martyr
The aeon of Aquarian age
Erected a mental abbey within
Wore the shroud of the coming sage
Freyja smiled down upon me
Crafting me the most precious of all gifts
Magick, Beauty, Fertility, Sex
The warrior goddess spoke to me through secret tongues within a glyph
Wisdom held in Ancient orders
Secret Rites Sacred Law
A fire with the temple burns
I rebuild Pharos of Alexandria
Come to Me Come to me my Scarlet Woman
It is prophesied that we shall ascend
She is the manifestation of my Will
My Eternal partner to the End
MB93
2022©
There are words for us
They speak in the shadows
Under their breath, as if
We don’t hear.
There are words for our kind
Some say we shine, like glitter
Under the moonit sky above.
There are words that you hear
Don’t get too close or get near
Their kind they are dangerous
… If they only knew
There are reasons we hide
before the sunrise, just as the moon
falls down neath the horizon.
We are divine within our bloodline
macabre and beautiful by design
We are the night by carnal delight
They call us monsters, gods, and of blood letting rights.
We are fairer than terror
Gothic horror restorers
By word of mouth they spread fear and lies about our kind.
We are velvetine smiles
We are the desire
We are the “come hither” calling
That drips from our lips
Casting dark shadows
We bare no reflection
We are black noir dreams
We are sexual tension
We are the release of the pure
The secrets not heard
We are the intention within their eyes
We are their wicked projections
There are words for us
They speak in the shadows
Under their breath, as if
We don’t hear.
MB93
2022
~Love Poem ~
✨ (for the most magicKal woman
and Keeper of my Heart) ✨
There it was
All out in the open
Nothing to hide
Cept his blood
Engorged girth
Deep Deep Deep
Within her whet
Feminine smile
Sucking him in
She tightens her
Muscles kegel
Contractions
Tight warm hungry
She devouring his
COCK with her pussy
She had Him She knew
Thrusting her naked ass
HARD into his pelvis
Taking All of Him
The Full length of his
Shaft stretching the
Walls of Her Cunt
Wide Wide Wide apart
His thumb, knuckle Deep
Inside Her Perfect
Taut Asshole glistening
Fuck Fuck Fuck Her
Hard against the wall
Slamming his COCK
INTO Her like a jackhammer
Over and Over
Whet Warm Cum
Dripping down both
Sets of their legs
Her hair Pulled
Back arched
Her Full lips gasp
For air she Takes it ALL
Fuck me
FUCK ME
HE Gabbed Both
Oversized breasts
In his Hands Pushing
Himself Deeper into her
He spits into his palm
Sticks Three fingers
Deep inside her pussy
They are Both HUNGRY
HE slides his hand out
And paints her tight asshole
With saliva and Cum
He grabs the root of
His Cock , sliding his
Glistening head slowly
Up the crack of her Ass
She spreads her feet wide
Her round Round cheeks Apart
She grabs Her fullness
Holding Her Ass Open at
Full attention as He places
His pink Violet Head
Slowly slipping into her
His tip disappears inside
Separating Her
Tight sphincter
Stretching Stretching
She bites her lip
She moans
She Leans back
She takes in MORE
FUCK ME
Balls Deep he mercilessly
Thrusts
His Cock Deep into
Her abdomen
Rearranging her insides
Fucking Her Up
She squirts All over
The floor in a Deep Pool
Of Hot SEX
BEFORE Draining His
COCK as he Facefucks
This Beautiful Goddess
The way SHE Wants It
He is the servant
They Are the Lovers
Their bodies Altars
They spill their magick
HE Covers Her mouth
Cheeks Eyes and forehead
She smears his THICK LOAD
ALL OVER HER FACE
She drinks his life force
She Takes it all down
Fingering rubbing
Playing with her
HOT CLIT
HE grabs her head
Fills her mouth with Penis
Once Again into
That hot whet Hole
He looks into Her Eyes
She is Nirvana
She is ShangriLa
She is Sexy
She is Magick
She is a Goddess
Her mouth FULL
There eyes never stray
Nor Blink They are Union
He will do Anything For Her
He would Kill for her
She is Divine
Messy Beautiful
She is Everything
Perfect… Perfect
To Him
In Everyway
MB93
“If things are done in divine order why do people pass suddenly, young, suffer?!”
I used to ask the same thing… Never satisfied with the answers that I received…
It’s kinda funny, to think of it now… In THIS moment…
I just finished recording, and my head has this eternal rush that is somewhere between fever and dizziness….
I feel an awareness washing over me as I type this. Those answers that I was always thought lacking, never fulfilled…
Here. In the Now… I Do feel that I understand….
Again. I thank you for asking and revisit such thoughts. I feel in the now that I do understand, that the answers to that come through suffering… Everything is relative… A dollar for someone that has none could be a fortune, while a million to a billionaire is but chump change… The same is for suffering. Someone that goes through life in crisis, physical and or emotional turmoil is to the constant as a mere headache may be bothersome to someone that has completely existed up to the instant in complete and total comfort… May be driven mad by a simple headache.
The short and still unfulfilling answer to your query, is that is what Is meant to be. A life taken at such a young age may be a blessing to what may lay in store for the suffering that they would otherwise have endured. Being taken as a child or infancy may indeed be saving them a life of an otherwise painful existence. Neglect. Torture, sexual abuse…
Everyone exists on various places on a proverbial grey scale … Someone’s light is someone else’s absolute darkness. That is the universal order. The balance. The wholeness of it all…
Literally receiving this message as I type it, so I’ll go back and check out if indeed it makes any sense. But I feel that it does… It has been delivered to me from the akashic records, these understandings are of an archetype value….
I do feel peace in this understanding right now. That I Never have had in contemplation of this question before….
Silent
Still
Here
There
A million
Miles away….
She dreams of nights
Knights!
Proud
Honourable
That
will lay their lives down
In Her Name
(for her cause)
Princess
Queen
She is More
Than blue blood
Of
The Royal Crown 👑
She
Is
Dreams
Desire
Sets the world
On Fire 🔥
She …
Is here
There
A
Million
Miles
…. Away
I watch her dream
As I too
Dream…..
MB93
~2022
(thank you) 🔥👑❤️✨🌹
Released as Terence Trent D’Arby in ’87, he was on a trajection course to be among the Next Michael Jackson’s And Prince PoP nobility. After the release of his first major album however, it seem that he had indeed mysteriously dropped off the face of the earth in to pure obscurity…..
Motions of time dissipate, don’t hesitate, I’m head over heels I’m lost. I promised to give you all that I could, now I’m standing outside in the rain. Magick & motion, I drank the love potion I wish we were where we were once before. I won’t give up, I’m writing these words to say, I truly believe we could have it all….
One day baby, I just know that we will be happy, and be all of those promises we made and more.
(I miss you)
MB93 ❣️✨🌹
Lyrics-
Fortunately you have got
Someone who relies on you
We started out as friends
But the thought of you just caves me in
The symptoms are so deep
It is much too late to turn away
We started out as friends
… Sign you name across my heart
I want you to be my baby
Sign your name across my heart
I want you to be my lady
… Time I’m sure will bring
Disappointments in so many things
It seems to be the way
When your gambling cards on love you play
I’d rather be in Hell
With you baby than in cool Heaven
It seems to be the way
… Birds never look into the sun
Before the day is done
Oh the light shines brighter
On a peaceful day
Stranger blue leave us alone
We don’t want to deal with you
We’ll shed our stains showering
In the room that makes the rain
… All alone with you
Makes the butterflies in me arise
Slowly we make love
And the earth rotates
To our dictates
Slowly we make love
… Hey
Sign your name across my heart
I want you to be my lady
… Sign you name across my heart
I want you to be my baby
Sign your name across my heart
I think it’s time
For better or worse
To accept something
In my life
The elusive muse
I poured my soul and
Heart into
may never truly return
Is it the price of gratitude
and praise that makes
the strongman weak
by default?
Whispered words
Words shouted from
mountain tops
Sexual desires revealed
And expressively explored
I was always More
than honest in my intent
Nd’ I wonder if I was but
A fool
Is silence golden
Desire sheathed
Better kept at arms length
Better served with just promise
I would have set the world on fire
I would have created kingdoms
In the clouds in the sky
I could have easily spilled blood
For your honour
I have created constellations amongst the stars in your name
We were the King and Queen of
Babylon
Did I kill our eternal bond?
Is it fair to say
From my heart
That I love you
Is it fair to say
That I accept All
Of you and more
Is it fair to say
You are still perfect
In my eyes
Is it fair to say
That I would set myself
Ablaze
Than rather not have you
In my current life
It’s not a void
That you filled
Not a need I
Was lacking
Not someone
That I searched for
Or someone
To replace
You were not
The answer to
A drug I desired
We were bonded beyond
My gift to you
Is RESPECT and
SPACE
“I’m not a prophet or a stone aged man, just a mortal with the potential of a Superman”
D.Bowie
You… fulfilled me
You were the manifestation
of my true potential
You completed me to be
The Superman
You showed me that I was strong
You believed in me and more
You saw me as something else
I was Magick, wisdom, sexy
For the first time in my life
I had allowed myself to own these
Humble actions, scared of ego
The misrepresentation of what
Was actually self-esteem
Not the Jock. Not the Bully.
Not the Face of Partiarchal Abuse.
I am and always will be
Who I am by default
Naive is the benefit of the doubt
I trust and care by default
And wear my heart upon a sleave
I find truth and success in
Helping others selflessly
I wear more scars from knives in
my back, stabbed by thousands before you
My mind and heart should be
Hollow and numb, but giving is the air that feeds my life.
I will not allow myself to change
I wear this new pain as an albatross around my neck like a crusifix
I find myself waiting and hoping
That this is indeed meant
To be
Forever and always
My muse my queen
My partner that’s never
Been
I guess
In my awkward humble way
I must admit to Both of us
That I love you… .
MB93
2022
Finders Keepers losers Weepers. If I come across a picture on Pinterest, Instagram, Facebook etc. and I feel like using it. So mote it be. It’s Done. Bring it…… The fire consumes … 🙏🏻💥🌹
Do What Thou Wilt shall Be the Whole of the LAW…. Love under Law, Law Under Will…… 93/93
For anyone that has wronged me this is thrice fold for you 🌒🌕🌘
** You know who you are 😈 **
“See these eyes, so green
I can stare for a thousand years
Colder than the moon
Feel my blood enraged
It’s just the fear of loosing you
Don’t you know my name?
Well, you’ve Ben so long
And I’ve been putting out fire
With gasoline”
D.Bowie
Is revenge a hollow word
Or an act of vengeance laced
with arsenic and viper’s venom
When or how long is the proper
amount of time dedication between the pain of the resulting affection
A moment, an hour, a day a week?
Maybe revenge is certainly a dish served better chilled. But… to y’all that means keep that bitch fresh.
Otherwise it’s just cruelty, crime, an attack on the defenseless.
When you put a seashell, up to your ear… do you hear my name cumming after you?
Two wrongs do not make a right but in the same verse, one feels So good it hurts.
It’s not a joke and less than a cliche’ that Nice guys finish last. Which by default hardens their hearts and makes the same “nice guys” fewer and farther between. Karma laughs as it recognizes the part that youv’e played, knowing that it’s just a matter of time before you need the support of someone that you’ve recently spurned.
The cycle is Fucked! “Do unto others as they’d do unto you”, Or did you believe it was “before unto you”?
Poor twisted child, so ugly, your vanity is is so ugly. You lied to my face and smiled, you used me, you teased me. I was your Daddy, I had never done such things before you, as I was always hidden, for fear of entrapment and deceit. And your true colours began to shine through the ego, the dominance of the game. Nothing the same, walking on eggshells defending my self worth which was part of the joke!
You Never had the intention of letting go of the troll, putting out fires, under the bridge, so ugly, so ugly, yes .. you did hear me, so ugly. No style, no personality, no beauty or brilliance just an empty vessel of me that covered you with cream. And it was that time yet again. To change those sheets now soaked, waited a good two weeks to pass before you could properly walk again. Some say that’s delight! Others living in sin. I wonder I wonder what thoughts would have Been.
Polaroid, celluloid, digital video, that bares more than your likeness of your signature slit and face. Ohhhh… . but it was true. I fell for the beauty in you. The kind that you manufactured, but would never allow to touch despite the moans and liquid release within your thighs. I meant it then. I would do anything, everything for you and you I would have gladly received my firsts, in oh so many ways. I kept pushing the envelope, there was no give, everything was both on and off the table. I was Your king, I was your slave .. we were the theives of our own destiny, until… we weren’t.
You were everywhere at once. I could see the traces of your beauty behind and within my humble postings and you watched and adored, now you’ve closed that door, only to release The Kraken.
You are an empty Meme.. an unused sticker of both fate and loneliness… Spinning on a Pit over fire and coal This is where you will identify you *self* as headless as a pig the you are. Heed my words… Thy WILL be done, and sadly there is no return nor redemption for your empty soul!!!
I see through bullshit intents and the lies of the broken bird of eternal potential and this laying corpse of the dead butterfly of change that would and could not.
I See Things that do not manifest within the eye that’s within the Eye of Horus, before us, as secret orders, and mystical callings, fake sacred accounts of destiny and vision are hopeless, never attained….
Rome burned That the laughable joke of 74 and even children’s colours that are not and never will be deep but sad ego flaunt.
Who Am I? I am the celestial voyeur that was invocated, manifested to make the lawless and fearful bullies pay. Armed with the army of one, Kali my sister will destroy the destroy you.
There is No beautiful destruction, only private Hells! Here you will be and revisit the Pain that you have committed, feel and wire the broken jaws your scum earth meat suite destroyed. You are Vain empty lifeless ego. User and liar of All.
Cum in your own eyes drink freely from the spit of my pelvic root to your mouth you merciless Scum of nothing …Cry, Weep, continue to breed this cycle of abuse that you foster And encourage… It is time to Grow Up and Stop force feeding lies and junk nonsense upon others so that you Make Others happy.
🔥🌒🌕🌘 ~93
93 trump’s 74
(dedicated to Ron Whitehead )
In the primordial stages of life and thus formed. The ALL was silent, without darkness, without light. Emptiness was formed without communication and Void began to envelop creation. With intention, a life formed Light, which in turn dispelled the “darkness”, and “Void” spreading hope and jubilee to the many hopes of tomorrow’s. The sacred vowels and sounds of Magick breathed the essence, the honest trajectory of LOVE. Ancient tribes built fire and danced, in circles over coals celebrating the life giving force of the whispered word…..LOVE.
Echoe chamber lost fuition
False delay people panic axiety
Among the void beyond the calm
Silent words gather nevermore
Empty trials born from mystery
Shore to distant shore falls silent
Neon glistening heavy nuance
Ancient bards sing truth for love
As songs of purity cast as pain
Legion smiles as that’s his name
Thunder rips holes through dreams
The innocent quaterd cast as martyrs
Secret shadows grow long so long
And the evening sun falls distant
The barren streets with hallowed
Names
MB93
2022©
Friends of fire
Friends of
great wasteland
Sister of Marian
You never cared
Oh Babylon Rising
I was more than wrong
The blind elemental
Of the Scarlet Woman
That
For me
Never Existed
Through tempered fire
And Pain forged before me
I behold secrets and lies
That I was Never clever enuff
To bare or endure as Now
Your purposeful silence
Is absolutely both poison
As well as deafening
The wasted Riddle or
Rather Answer discarded
As nonsense with so so
Many wasted words and actions
If Intent
was a valuable commodity
I would be among the Richest
Of Men, building hollow castles
In the Sky, for you and I
And never once, did your arrow
Miss …. It’s KILL Shot
So colour me pale
Before the moon
As lifeless breath
Tried to Hold
What was
Once
Good
New
&
Exciting
I really
Did
Love
You
🌒🌕🌘
~MB93
🌹
Circle
Circulo
☠️traducción a continuación☠️
It’s all in a circle
Star of David
Pentagram
Seal of Solomon
That creates
What is real.
Round and Round
Upside down
Skrying with intent
Through such
Communication
The LAW
IS Bound
MB93
2022
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Circulo
Todo está en un círculo
Estrella de David
Pentagrama
Sello de Salomón
que crea
Qué es real.
Vueltas y vueltas
Al revés
Skrying con intención
a través de tal
Comunicación
La Ley
ES Atado
MB93
2022
Outlaw
Father
Son
&
Saint
He’s boken bread
On the mountain tops
He’s spun words
Into gold
He is peace
He is Fire
He is
A force to be
Reckoned with
Ancient fables of Odin
MagicK Wisdom Poetry
Valkyrie songs
The mourning comes
For people that fear Truth
He is
persona non grata
Holy scriptures
Literature
Spawned from a place
of True Spirituality
There is no place for Dogma
Only
True Acceptance
The Moon Full
The Calling echoes
Children of the New generation
Gather in circles
To Hear the word
The Promise of Tomorrow
The Good Word
The Word
Of Hope
There is a calmness
Peace in his eyes
A voice of experience
And Holy imperfections
We resonate
on Levels
of pure Truth
&
Understanding
For the will of the Law
Is Love
Love unconditionally
He presents the Keys
For Those who Wish to succeed
And
Proceed to Usher in
the New Era
of
Peace
MB93
🌛🌝🌜
2022©
“Para todos mis hermanos y hermanas góticos”
Book Link Below:
🌒🌕🌘 93/93
“Todos somos Brujos y Magos
Tenemos las llaves del cosmos
y las muchas dimensiones.
Por ritos y diseño
Somos los creadores
desde donde se alinean las estrellas
De voces antiguas
nos regalaron el verdadero conocimiento
de los recursos divinos
y por intenciones
Creamos y definimos nuestro universo
desde muy adentro
Nosotros mismos”
Something Witchy This Way Comes https://a.co/d/4r82oWM
*(Mateo Bowers)* ~93
*********************************
“For All of my Goth Brothers and Sisters”
Book Link Below:
We are all Witches and Magicians
We hold the keys to cosmos
and the many dimensions.
By rites and design
We are the creators
from which the stars align
From ancient voices
we were gifted true knowledge
from divine resources
and through intentions
We create and define our universe
from deep within
Ourselves”
Something Witchy This Way Comes https://a.co/d/4r82oWM
*(matthew bowers)* ~93
🌒🌕🌘
For better or Not, thiss is who I Am … I am Here to fulfill my Calling, I am here, to assist, inspire and to be a friend.
It Is a tough Calling, there is more than a little heartbreak. When someone has potential, so much potential and you get to feel privileged to help them realize their dreams…….
Only to find out, a few weeks later, that they didn’t make it and their ticket cashed in
Others? You share the beauty that you see within themselves. Show them self worth, over come their history of trauma and pain. Building a connection so strong that they can take flight…
And in a moment , are gone without a whispered goodbye.
But the ringing in My chest and ears, like tribal Celtic drums drive me to fulfill my destiny here on Gaia. Making Women into Goddesses that they are. And Men into Truthsayers And Spiritual Alchemists! We bond with our talents, our voices, our purpose.. We are the transition into the New coming Day
MB93
2022©
“I where my heart on my sleeve, trusting, loving, desiring that more than special connection. The fumes rise from under my blood red stained scrubs. The overwhelming smell of toxic death fills by vacant lungs. Gasoline realization burns my eyes, I stand helpless and blind to the world
and all of it’s confusion.
My body stiff, I Am rigamortise, I’m a petrified corpse in Madame Tussauds Hollywood wax museum. I search for truth. I search for true love, elbow deep within the hollowed chest cavity of another corpse that may covet the potential of what I truly need. That it may reciprocate these feelings back to myself, beyond death, beyond knowledge of the grave.
There is a cold loniness, I want to feel the warmth of love in her eyes. Softly, languidly her lips slightly apart. She is the fortunate one, with all of her beauty and released from so so much pain. She is haunting beauty, the kind that Revists me in the night.
Her. I have been waiting for her.
Without knowing it became all too clear. The better man that I am made even Better and more than aware. I recognize you, from before from a different time and place. Centuries old, connected souls, we have danced through many lifetimes.
The Union, Reunion connection manifest. I am humbled before your naked truths. “
MB93©
~2022
Have you ever seen those movies, of explorers in the heavy jungels. Where there is a thunderous drumming in the distance and you can feel the tension building building until you can feel it bursting through Your chest!!!!!
I have and that’s how I felt, when I began to write, like I was in a powerful drum circle,whipping me into a total frenzy!!!! As the pounding continued, I felt them summoning something BIG and almost dangerous, thrilled to burst forth from my chest and soul, I needed to answer their calling!!!!! They’re power.
The poem ripped through both my ribcage and my heart to be one in manifestation! Becoming something BIGGER than me! An offering , a piece of the TRUE! ME!!!!! To place upon the altar , not as sacrifice, But OFFERING up on the bloody plate, that beats with vibrancy, that is my soul that I humbly offer up to you, my goddess divine, for all your glory and in appreciation of the fertile soul that natures my heart and well being!!!!! A true offering to the ONE!!! that I wholeheartedly adore!
This!!! Was I felt when I told you I feel a poem coming. That each word, I mulled over, only chosing the choicest of words in both meaning and size! Because there is such meaning and visual aesthetic, each word, like a precious gem … Had to fit precisely, be polished , priceless, and perfect!
From the depth of who I AM … I Gave in just a moment , All of ME, to YOU…. and will Never stop trying to give you all of myself, as you are So much More than precious to me……
WoW…. I hope that made some kind of sense… But, there it is…
93
Separating the wheat
From the chaff
Discarding the useless
From the beautiful
Alchemy performed
With the sting of a bee
Natural order of what’s
Meant to be as the throngs
Of divinity Shine upon
The reflective Growth
of grace cumming unto
It’s own.
So mote it be
93
mover maker
spiritual quaker
mistress of the Grey
of Light & Dark
she is priority
Gaia smiles and
Approves
She IS the strength
Of So many
Unknowingly she will
Be the voice
of those silent
Delicious Magick
Beach wind captured
In her golden Starr
Halo
She invokes
Kali to be at her side
Rolling Thunder
Down and Under
She looks Up and
Sees you with fae eyes
Now timid she grows
From fawn to destroyer
Deep In the wilderness
Discarding these shackles
Tarot card pulled
The Fool upside down
It is she 93
To destroy 74
shoop shoop
the world’s
On fire –
she regains control
NOW stronger than ever
SHE is
Ethereal
like the goddess
That I found
Pictured
Above
In her
Glory
MB93
2022©
He
Stood staring
from the sands
Into
Ancient eyes
Watching
Warm
Arid wind
Cascaded across
His back
Through khaki
linen shirt
And
Trousers
His mind
Cycling through
Time
Eternal questions
Answered
without
Comprehension
Erected
In the
Age of Leo
A Hallmark
to those
In question
Lion eyes
Pharaoh cowl
Egyptian stoic
Expression
The desert song
Echoed
Miles
o’er dunes
Across the
Plains
Riddle me
That
Standeth
Before me
Call upon
My name
I am between
the paws
Of thee
What has
Thou to
Asketh of
My soul
“What lays inside you
Finds destiny at hand
Causes you to desire
And feel such pain
What holds the keys
To happiness
what drives
A man insane
Where is the voice
That calls to her
That makes you smile
And feel complete
What is it that you use
To navigate through
the possibilities to
Understand your fate
What is Strong
Yet soft and comforting
Both masculine
And feminine
In resolve
What grants desire
And fulfills dreams
And whole enough
To satisfy her All
In every way”
Fusia moon
In full bloom
‘neath majestic
midnight sky
A quandary rests
Upon the lips of a man
That knows the answer
Within the marrow of
His bones
One hundred fifty thousand years
The secret as fresh as when
The first capstone was lain
In Giza
He smiles
He nods
He tips his hat
He thinks of HER
and where She lives
Oh wise and sacred
Sphinx before me
It’s been my Heart
All along
MB93
2022
Here….
93/93…
✨Prophet of the Aquarian Aeon …. I see through bullshit intents and the lies of the broken bird of eternal potential and this laying corpse of the dead butterfly of change that would and could not. I See Things that do not manifest within the eye within the Eye of Horus, before us, as secret orders, and mystical callings, fake sacred accounts of destiny and vision are hopeless, never attained…. Roam burned That the laughable joke of 74 and even children’s colours that are not and never will be deep but sad ego flaunt.
Who Am I? I am the celestial voyeur that was invocated, manifested to make the lawless and fearful bullies pay. Armed with the army of one…my Kali my sister will destroy. There is No beautiful destruction, only private Hells! Here you will be and revisit the Pain that you have committed, feel and wire the broken jaws your scum earth meat suite destroyed. You are Vain empty lifeless ego. User and liar of All. Cum in your own eyes drink freely from the spit of my pelvic root to your mouth you merciless Scum of nothing …Cry, Weep, continue to breed this cycle of abuse that you foster And encourage… It is time to Grow Up and Stop force feeding lies and junk nonsense upon others so that you Make Others happy . You are an empty Meme.. an unused sticker of both fate and loneliness… Spinning on a Pit over fire and coal This is where you will identify you *self* as headless as a pig the you are. Heed my words… Thy WILL be done, and sadly there is no return nor redemption for your empty soul!!!
🔥🌒🌕🌘 ~93
93 trump’s 74
I am
the true
Punk Hostage
I am bound
To Rules that there
Are … No Rules
I am Lawless
In a world I do not
Belong in
I am choppy
Power chords
That scream
Through the night
I am Lucky Lager
From Rock n Roll
Ralphs I am the
Mystery under the
Cap.
I am a banquette
A Feast
I am free fixings
at AMPM
Across the Whiskey
I am broken bottles
Behind El Compadre
I am the mariachi
With a machine gun smile
I am T-Rex
Among the last
Of my kind
I am a ghost
That haunts the
Sunset Strip
I am the boy
Born on the
Wrong side of
The Tracks
Wearing a bicycle chain
Drinking Molotov cocktails
I am
The breath of Bukowski
I Am
The sex Boy of the Germs
I am someone’s
Hidden manuscript
I am
Stale Marlborough Lights I am an Empty Zippo Lighter
I am Up and Down
This hallowed Boulevard
Where Dreams remain and
Lives are Lost
Behind Kool steal bars
Of this mental asylum
I am an out cast
Of This world
I am
What’s left
Of The True
Punk Hostage
I am
The shadow
That’s forever
alone
MB93
written in real time
Written Here in messenger
unedited for my friend
Iris ….
Of whom
I think
The world of
Thank you forever
For being
Exactly …. You
The illusion
That we are whole
Complete
Independent of
The Source
Blind to path
Synchronicity
Has lain before us
Moments of creation
Moments of Truth
Within moments that
are unexpected
we recognize
the hand of
Fate
The mirror shatters
The Self dissolves
Never comprehending
That we were but a half
All along
MagicK
Alchemy
Spiritual Gold
My inner light
Even brighter
Recognizing
Your Soul
The vibrational awareness
From four to five D
The circle of perfection
Of this New reality
We Are All Stars
Sparks of divinity
Thankful for the greatest
Gift, bestowed upon
Me
🌛🌝🌜
~93/93
🔥
Lost
Daydreaming bewilderment
Reflecting upon times of when we were but hunters and gatherers of food for our tribe
Were Those the good ole days
Were they simpler more Alive
Were there less secrets
Hiding ‘neath the tongue
Was it easier to be Brave
Because you life depended on it
Were their fewer demons
Fighting each other in our heads
Were things black and white
Less confusing and more trusting
Did little things and oddities
Make more or less sense
Were we cautious
beyond default
Not wanting to endanger
what we have
Are we fearful of
asking questions
Because that’s never
Worked out before
Do we learn from the fire
Not to put our hand to the flame
Are we destined to repeat
our flaws again and again
Was the partaking
of The fruit of knowledge
Worth it after all
Would we feel better not asking
These questions again and again
Are words simply suicide
And NOT games to play with
Lost
Daydreaming
Bewilderment
Reflecting upon times
MB93
2022
That was my life….. Walking the streets of Hollywood at night because I had no where to go, it was better to be high moving on. Under the silver screen moon than stop for rest and end up on the sidewalk, even for a moment, admit defeat, homelessness, hopelessness better to move on, there was sure to be another party, some action human interaction in a few more hours. To push back the clock and reset and begin again…. I never felt homeless, just brief interludes between kix, fix, rock n roll and adolescent dreams.
I see………
That there is a New Happiness in Your life.. A happiness as you’ve Never experienced before… Yes! Yesss! The Stars have aligned in your favour! Communication, Beauty, Passion, Knowledge, Wisdom, Emotional connection a MagicK beyond compare….
The Ancient gods have decided to pour blessings upon you! Unite you with a twin soul, equal in every way. As Cosmic Flames you Think alike, Feel alike, Share alike, both in Darkness and Light … together everything is more
than attainable… It is inevitable.
Bless it be
So mote it be
Namaste
93
He hangs there
With an ancient stare
That boroughs through
Your soul
He is Holy
The man called Crowley
The Wickedest Man
In the World
Chaos Magick sexual
Desire
The voice of Aiwass
Horus child
Mystic Union
The Book of the Law
Do what thou wilt
Ceremonial call
Magician
Poet
Philosopher
Spy
The Diary of a Drug fiend
Visionary scribe
Ironically mocking
martyrs as jokes
Carrying their belief systems
Upon them as yokes
The arrival has come
The Aquarian Age
The cosmic awareness
The primordial sage
“Behold” it spoke
from an insence cloud
The higher Self
Harpocrates
truth like star
snake and a sword
Divine Thelemic
Cosmology
93/93
Where or who am I
To be the chosen?
With my faults of
Humanity
Caught within this
mortal coil
The prestine enigma
Of fantasy faith
Erotic wonder
A chance meeting
through destiny
Synchronicity
Fate…..
The seed I bare
Within my soul
Transforming me
To unrecognizable lengths
A perfected version of self
She Is the alchemist
The mystic of desire
That takes my copper
And turns it
Into
pure gold
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 