Eclipse del dia
Místico
Oráculo
Residir
Dentro de
mi calavera
Hogar de hueso
y tuétano
lengua copta
de Thule
mariano
tomo tu
Mano
Debajo
El hierro
Cruz
Negro sol
brilla
MagiaK
y pérdida
sangramos
Un secreto
pacto
Eclipse of the Day
Mystical
Oracle
Reside
Within
my Skull
Home of Bone
and marrow
Coptic language
Of Thule
Marian
I take your
Hand
Beneath
The Iron
Cross
Black Sun
shines
MagicK
and loss
We bleed
A secret
covenant
MB93
🖤
Morning arrived
There was
Something odd
Something strange
Something….
Different he was now
Aware of
Nothing around him
Had changed?
But what was this?
He traced with the tip
Of his forefinger upon his lips
Something foreign
Something new
Curious?
A smile!
🌛🌝🌜
How could I forget
Time it’s movent
The ebb and flow of
Mystic Mystical realities
Circle and flow
Over and Under
Recycling motion
Kindred spiritual nuance
Your name
Your essence
Your magickal wonder
Shards of reflection
Pierce the cobalt veil
Of this consciousness
and dispensation at hand
For
I am humbled
I am honoured
To again be in the presence
Of such a guilded warrior
Do you remember
Charting the stars
Laughing together
Beneath forgotten constellations
Time respectfully freezes
In moments like these
A breath of communion
For an instant that
Lasts for ever
… and ever more
Emerald pools glean deep
with Hints of golden rays
Mirroring the beauty
Deep within your eyes
The majesty of royal desire
The goddess of fertility of
Love Battle and Death
And you
are even More
Nothing less than evocation
An answer to a lost blessing
It is you
That holds the keys to the
Divinity that has always been
Rightfully yours
And who am I
But the shadow
Conjuring the fairest
deity muse of creation
A harbinger of spring
painting the eternal sky
Brilliant neon made
from dreams
that slips away into
the coming night
Freya of the throne
bares the crown
and throws the bones
Ancient spirits whispering
Secrets of the bloodstone
Courtyard festivals
Megalithic rituals
Virgin maidens sing songs
As offerings to their
Queen
Distant echoes haunting
Crimson through the night
We are one
We are strong
We are eternal
Brilliant
Beautiful
We feed upon the youth
We belong here
The true bloodlines prevail
In the wake of awareness
Pulsing rapture feeds
We dance before the coming sun
In defiance we slip away
Under ground we thrive
As they continue on
In their earthy delights
MB93
She stands in a house of open glory, with floral visceral extending gratitude, sentient beauty, grace of awareness… around a virtual gathering embracing all that transpires in waking spiritual magicKal knowledge.
Here… then… forever more, a family of creation reaches a distant mount of New holiness without repression or descension, but rather in a true celebration of life and the ALL.
~93/93
🌛🌝🌜
Life is breathed experienced worn as a crown a halo of chakra enlightenment blessed with the pureness of intentional manifestation
We
Are children cloaked in innocence beneath the shadow of our lunar goddess
And
Beneath this blanket I hold you tight that you might not slip away and the dream be spoiled for together we are tethered to the mutual understanding of whimsical folly and grace
Damage control
Deicide annihilation
Fever pitch humidity
We live by anarchist
Design
Gasoline dreams
Propane thoughts
Wailing screams
Echoing
Behind the scenes
Bonded by blood oaths
Youth oblivious to fire
And decay
We are our identities
Reflections of society
In it’s quirksome games
Insanity and madness
Prerequisites of initiation
You’ve scene this all before
These are the rules you created
And carry out
Among the masses
MB93
2022©
“I think that the god(s) are the same archetype, energy and even personalities. The gods are from Many different places, have many different faces, are spoken to in many different languages, created from many different origins, but the essence of the god(s) Are the same however”
MB93
*trigger warning to empaths*
Be Strong, Be Independent
Be Whole, Be focused
Remember Not everyone can change
Energy Vampires Are Real
Don’t let them Feed off of you
Focusing On self is Not selfish!
MB93
Magicians being heretics!!!
to me is so so So … Christian….
I believe magic(k) is
spiritual Law manifest….
Not brews and caldrons …
But tapping into universal Law with understanding..
That’s Magic(k)!
MB93
We are one
We are All
We willing
Waiting for
The Call
Beelzebub
Asmodeus
Lucifer
The Devil
Baal
Satan
Mammon
Marduk
Nergal
Shine thy light
Hear our desires
Our Coven rests
At your fires
Higher
Higher
Beyond this mortal realm
Stronger than blood
We are compelled
Through mystic orders
Secret rites
We are the sisters
That belong to the night
MB93
2022
I’m starting to do customized Book Covers for authors and posts, I can even do Album covers and Posters/ Broadsides as well.
If you are interested in a quote or sharing an idea for appraisal you can reach me at
@TheCallingStore on Instagram
@thecalling93 on this website
@thecallingstore93@gmail.com
Here are some of the designs I have done for myself and other people and are being used on Amazon and other stores….
Click on Images to see Larger
This Is “my” Calling….
To help others however I can… And be there for them when no one was there for me…
Mourning leaves
Hung out to dry
Pouring rain
Blanketing loose and
Heavy sorrow
Willows weep their lonely
Afternoon songs
While pools of fallen tears
Gather into deluge
fè lwanj pou
fè lwanj pou
The skies are so full
The body count goes
As shadows grow
Let there be a break
Let us burgeon to the sun
Let wicked spells and curses
Bind the wretched souls lost
Upon the crimson soil
MB93
2022
Do you run
When your time
Has come
Through absinthe
Corridors through
Labrinth halls
Left
Right
Left again
Hunted down
Disappearing
Deep within
The maze of chaos
Your conscious
Consumes you
Void of pathos
Heavy
Slow
Trapped in gravity
Wading through tar
Disjointed reality
Consuming
Bemusing
Losing your way
Noxious
Innoxious
Your soul decays
Trapped in these catacombs
Faceless souls do roam
The annihilation of ego
Imprisoned in the shadows
A nuclear silhouette
Cast onto the wall
A slave to the demons
That cried out to you
To feed them from within
Your meat suit of sin
Your addiction unhinged
You fall at their whim
MB93
2022©
We are ALL MagicK
Witches in our Own way
Whether natural
Or practiced
The results
Black
Grey
White
Are the results of
your intentions
You manifestations
What you choose
To own
And create
93/93
A poem
Like a Phantom
revealing itself
from the past
climbing
through the veil
into
today’s
consciousness
Poem echos are
reverberating
within your skull
like a surprise
on Easter morning
When a knock
at your door
reveals Halloween
trick or treaters
Bags out
lookin’ for candy as
you invite children
in costume
into this reality
as an unexpected
yet
welcomed
surprise
The words
Live
On
MB93
2022
I’m generation Z
You cannot ignore Me
I’m angry
I am swamped in credit
Living in my mother’s basement
Filled with Rage of what to Say
I have So many opinions
And No solutions
This is what’s wrong with the wold
That’s what’s wrong with the world
And I am being repressed
No one will hear my GIANT Voice
Demanding Commanding
As unoriginal as I Am
It’s my go to for attention
Where is my Bull horn
My right to Exercise freedom of Speech though I have nothing to say
And they can’t take that Away
“They” “They”
Of course that’s the government
Like I would ever make a blip on their radar
But I’ve got to show you that I’m angry at something so I’m naming Names
If Less is more then I have plenty to say
So Much Rage
So much entitlement
Where is my Starbucks
And my Hot Spot for Laptop
The world is burning and it’s cuz of the Boomers
End the Gen Xers that only gave us Cobain Radical Speech
Expressed through Tweets
280 characters is All I need
I’m going to be an influencer
And dodge the system make them listen to my Angry Hollow worded cliches’
Fine’
MB93
2022
What happens when sociey leaves you better off for dead. Neglected and abused by a broken system kids lash out and reclaim there voices. Orphans and unwanted children forced to fend for themselves in a world that they don’t have names or faces. This travesty has gone on for centuries and continues to this very day. This is a song for those without a voice, repressed without expression. In 1969, such an incident happened, acting out in the name of anything horrendous actions imploded upon a society not willing to hear the cries if the youth. These are the voices for all the lost souls, these are the voices of The Throwaway Kids. 93
Throwaway Kids-
(lyrics)
Where do we go
Alone without salvation
Calling out the guards and dogs
We’re both sinners and saints
Pushed around kicked aside
Like junkies and whores
Broken glass and concrete shoes
Welcome to the world we live in
Faceless souls in the gutter
Disappear into the night
Tragedy and murder songs
It’s a Helter Skelter sign
All the pigs and the princesses
All the blood on the wall
A Black Bird Sings in the Dead of Night
Here we are we’re the Throwaway Kids
Here we are we’re the Throwaway Kids
Here we are we’re the Throwaway Kids
Here we are we’re the Throwaway Kids
Summer Falls
Turning to the Nexus of
Nevermore
Wrought with confusion
Lost in undefined moments
Second guess
Second best
Serial doubt
Worn upon the brow
Within the nest
The celestial crown
Of So many thoughts
Going down
Down
Down
Drown
In a Quagmire of
After thoughts and release
Bold wind sails
From West
To East
Carrying
Brimstone
Salt
Mortar and
Tar
The sacrificial temple
Built up on lies and deceit
Retreat to the wings of an
Empty stage of decadence
Hidden agendas
Are placed as fruit
Offerings to the dead before
Mental Pretzel ideals
Twisted and worn
Unsure by one’s own
Admission
To second guess
Repress
Suggest
Not knowing the truth
Whether it’s a test
Hidden by deceit
Left to return
Back into the self
As a tortoise in shell
Without judgement or
Knowing the difference of ShangriLa
Or
Hell
Self doubt
Let out
Look to your reflection
To see what it’s about
The Summers feed
The August bleed
A call to arms
Over Silent virtue
Set deep into the woods
Following bread crumbs to
Where you once stood
No response
Only judgement
Speaking volumes of
Who
You are
A variant
Disorder
A broken smile
Without charm
Fear
Misdeeds
Write another piece
Void of anything that matters
A carcase left at your feet
The breaking sky
Delivers spiritual grace
Inner light sanctum
To softly embrace
Relax
Be whole
Breathe
Control
Accept
Resonate
The Divine role
That
We are One
We are All
Do what thou wilt
Shall be the Whole
of The Law
Blessed be
So mote it be
Namaste
93
MB93
2022©
Masked in silence
Haunted shadows leer
Languidly waiting for a
Stolen moment
Hanging with
Baited breath from lintol
Beams suspending
Heirs of valiant foliage of
Hellenistic proportions
Gardens curtain doorways
Humid breath wafting from
Beyond the entrance
Specters
Shadows
Djinn
Ascend walls
Crossing ceilings
Zigzagging
To and fro
Back and forth
High and low
Succubus whispers
Call to you
Calling with the desire
and Intent of
death and desire
Circe’s smile
The reaper thwarted again
Now in the twenty first century
The New phase of goth and
Horror Abhorring where the
Ambiguous followers of
Hekate
Lilith
Kali
Inanna
Isis
Slowly rebrand
The epochal treacheries
Of the New Age
Blasphemous meanings
of the distorted variants
of Christ teachings
Unborn Children rise again
Not of their own will but
Accompanied with minstrels
and bards to covet a home
that is greater than this life
Nirvana
Utopia
ShangriLa of
happiness and
Freedom
Escape from this tragedy
Calamity rather than face
Exile upon the sandy floors of
Sheol
Here
In our current plane
Of Existence Our
Dispensation of the Now
This is Our glory
Protection of the
Gnostic Monad
The goddesses gather
uniting power
Strength
Intent
Magick
Aeons old
To flush away
The ignorance
Of centuries of
Progress
This will not do
Not by Any radical Idiocracy of intellectually void meat suits
Zombified
Pacified
Multiplied
Sterilized
Self righteous demons
Of their own design
For WE Are Legion
For We Are Many
And the triumph
Of the ALL
Will will Herald
The New Way
For the Now
For the Tomorrow’s
For many
Yugas
To Come 🌙
MB93
2022©
The Code Of Hammurabi
They Omitted my name
Tried to strip we of My power
My Influence
My Touch of chaos
Fear expressed as
Silence by the King of
Babylon himself
Wearing the shroud of Paraskevidekatriaphobia
Akkadian diorite stele
Carved in Ebony
Unearthed and Forever
Depicting in the oldest Laws
The eternal Sun God Shamash
Dictates the rules for Man
I am
the unwanted
Thirteenth guest
with a kiss from Judas
Loki’s mischievous grin
As the world turns dark
It was Eve that gave the
forbidden fruit to ADAM
and it was Cain that spilled
the blood of Abel
In my name
The Army of The Church
The Knights of the Lord
The Templars hunted deceived
French King turns on loyalty
Capturing
Torturing
Spilling Blood of
The New Saints that took
The mission of their Christ
Gioachino Rossini
master composer
Man of fear
devoured by cancer
fell at my
hands took his
final breath
upon my name
The bombing
of Buckingham Palace
the result of my Grace
I watched Kitty Genovese’
light fade from her eyes
The rain of lead poured
Down Upon New Caesar’s Rome
Blood filled the streets
Tupac’s voice … silenced
Psycho Birds take 39 steps
to The Rear Window
Suspicion, Shadow of Doubt
Vertigo Vertical Frenzy
Spellbound
The birth of horror
mystery suspense
Anointed by my hand
I am eternity
I always will Be
I come once
Twice
Three times a year
I revolve around the
Gregorian Calendar
Hopscotch dance
Between visitations
But
You can
Always count on me
The One and the Three
As Friday arrives
The mask reveals
My Name
©2022 Matthew Bowers All rights
Electric Sexy
Purple Reign
Deep knowing
Cosmic Awareness
Brilliance
Radiating from
A Violet star
Noble Passion
Weakens knees
Breaking rocks
With waves of
Lust and Desire
Dancing Nobility
Chaos circles
Leaps and bounds
Complete and
Total control
Over every
Muscle
And
Nuance
Through music
Royalty
Born of the crown
Master of motion
Melody emotion
In the glass reflection
Of a television screen
I have realized
my dream
MB93
“The Closest distance between two points is birth and understanding your divinity”
MB93
Here is a piece exclusively from Something Witchy This Way Comes, published by Deadmans Press Ink
*available on Amazon, link for the Deluxe 2nd edition is featured below
Casting the magick essence of Gaia, stoking the flames of eternal goddess, the delicate voice of ancient wisdom, shines in her eyes…..
Within her ancient soul, lies the calmness of the maiden’s smile. Her motherly disposition embraces the true honesty of nature’s beast. And the crone within, knows all, has seen all, and been privy to the stars’ creation.
Hekate goddess, sisters three, around the fire welcoming, singing, dancing the elemental call, ushering in Astarte’s San Graal. Wine forever, dripping red, the blood of grapes transforming the goddess spirit from the wind, it’s hallowed power deep within.
Nocturnal devises, and runes thrown, interpreting visions deep within the laughing flames. Licking the sky, rising higher, a ritual of pure desire. A fever pitched euphoria climaxes into pure revelry. Circles drawn in the sand close the ceremony, salt in hand…
The beauty of Le Fare, its secrets untold, like the gift of a magi or alchemist’s gold. She knows the wonders of the earth, the universe, beyond this human realm, she pierces the veil of what some may call heaven and some call hell. Wearing a crown of bone, antlers of a deer, whispering beneath her breath words that no one hears. Rituals, dying traditions, languages of forgotten tongues, she is the seamstress of nature’s power within.
Artwork by Matthew Bowers
Something Witchy This Way Comes https://a.co/d/hLg3DOL
“Anyone who has ever thought that magick might be something to dream about can find out the true meaning with the words by Matthew Bowers in his new and exciting book Something Witchy this Way comes. He uses his words like sable tipped paint brushes on a cotton canvas. His delectable dictionary of magick and colorful oil painted poems will make this a most unusual read.” Wendy Morrison
Something Witchy This Way Comes “I believe that we are all magic! I certainly think that may be the very key to this book! It’s not written for those in a secret society, or those that have a province to keep sacred knowledge at arms length of the masses. I think that these that these poems written by Matthew Bowers, resonate to something universal within us all, something centuries old from our past. Something that we inherently can not deny.” Review by Jezbell Anderson
“Something Witchy This Way Comes, Matthew Bowers premier release is in it’s second printing of a Deluxe edition. This magical book of poetry is certainly one of the most ambitious books to hit the shelves in 2021” review by Mary Holt
Dear Stephen:
Thank you,
It was absolutely lovely to hear from you today. It’s quite amazing how receiving a simple parcel can brighten one’s day. Your words have filled the void of your absence. What a wonderful glimpse into the boy that would become the man, the writer! I can’t help but envision the soundtrack to the early years of your life. The Smiths and grey skies, cold beach fronts, soot covered cities as well as finely manicured suburbia for those that had coin to spare! Growing up, our lifestyles couldn’t have been more polar opposite. Me? I never worked, never had any money, nor did the people that I ran with, my motley cluster of friends. We never really had need of it for some reason or other? Everyday was a unplanned event, either adventure or disaster, or time lost in self exiled purgatory while waiting, waiting for something to organically to happen. Going out we lived in the night. We were vampyres among society wreaking havoc upon the silent city. The populous unaware as they slept their lives away. We were pirates of mischief and misfortune. Drunken debauchery, bar fights and club gigs. Rock n Roll was the anthem that we lived and we bled by. We would lick our wounds among other things whilst never learning our lessons… Everything was I guess, insanity. Fueled by a generation that didn’t believe in tomorrows. We subscribed to the cult of the 27 club, never daring to see any future beyond that (and many of us didn’t). Times have changed, and those that are left of us have changed too. I miss your smile and striking hunger in your eyes. You bring me back, to the place from where I started. Young, daring… reckless. I feel the loneliness deep in your eyes. The loneliness that I, was never able to fill.
Forever my best.
“Poets are ghosts
Waiting to happen
Lyrical specters
That share words
That will live on
Long after we
Have ascended from
This material
Dispensation”
MB93
Within these empty set eyes
Conjuring pain never satisfied
Reel in the hunger Reel in the lust
Drinking whispers from the dust
Again and again basking in pain
Nevermore lost in refrain
Dance over cinders capturing fire
The burning within growing desire… ❣️🦇🐈⬛🌛🌝🌜🔥
MB93
She came to me
Like rolling thunder
Underneath valerian sky
We opened up a portal to
A rabbit hole akashic mind
Wormwood splinters
Emerald mists
My tongue languid
I breathe your eyes
Reclaim the game
Insane refrain
Ritual hunters that
Bare no blame
I smile out loud as
the matchstick strikes
Sulfur fills the air of night
Sugar spoon
Waxing Gibbous Moon
Rosetta lips I call to you
The lunar pull the
Ebb and flow
Crashing waves
upon my brow
I fall deep
into Amethyst dreams
Too many Kings
Following swing
Rum diary orgies in
The City of Sin
Blasphemous heat waves
Scorch the tired earth
Where hunters and
Gatherers met in
Sacred circles
Calling
Unifying
With the Needs of
The Land
Centuries old evocations
Ceremonial birth rites
Performed by the few
Remaining ancestors
Of the ancient tribe
Tudinu
Heal
Reclaim
Renew
Empower
Unci Maka
Shaman smoke
Echo chantings
Circles drawn
With feathers and
Ash
Fire, crossing
Dimensional divination
Upon horse back ghosts
Wisdom and authority
Of desert living
Brings more than
Comfort
To the ostracized
And horrifically
Abused
And massacred
In the name
Of White man’s
Capitalistic religion
Of money, land,
and Power
That continues
to this day
I feel the voices
I am reborn
I repress memories
Memories of
Previous lives
I am her
Was Her
Proud
Slight
Brown
Too young to
Fulfill the daily needs
Of my
Tribe
My Blood
Even then
Ancient ancestors
That had passed
Watched Over me
As I grew
As I became
A martyr
Murdered
Bled
Raped
By
The White Men
That Never had or have any
Regard for Life
In Any form
Other
Than their profits and
Self
These are the Beasts
Monsters that serve an
UnHoly god….
A god of War
A god of Storms
That feeds
On blood sacrifice
And ritualistic slaughter Conversion
The English
The Spaniards
Does it matter?
Conquerors
Conquistadors
This is Our land
Our legacy
Now
We are almost extinct
Our customs forgotten
Sold
With diseased blankets
Evil Alcohol Spirits
Kept in bottles of glass
Yet
Another form of
Control
Shame
And
Suicide
We were fed lies
That all people
including US
WOULD Achieve the
Freedom
Wealth and Equality
That this land
of opportunity
Would
Deliver
Here
In real time
I can’t
And don’t want
To
Escape
These memories
This Will
to reclaim
the Vindication of
My former self
That child
That girl
That bled at the hands
Of
Grotesque Liars
Men of Urges
Men of No
Remorse
Or Guilt
Filled
With Hatred
Fear and Prejudice
That still Breeds
To this Day
Among the neon
Beneath the lights
At the end of a cigarette
Simple whiskey
I feel the coming
The calming
The knowing
The circle Will be completed
We Will inherit our birth rites
Our land Will be Our own
We will have our Dignity returned
And the wind
Carries the future
The White Buffalo Will appear
MB93
2022©
Childhood lost
in an instant
of unforseen danger.
It wasn’t quite ten o’clock
when the sharp
piercing thunder
echoed
from across the street.
An evening run
to the local Seven-Eleven
went sideways,
horribly wrong.
Without the chance
of realization,
the body dropped
to the broken sidewalk,
heavy,
in slow motion,
with the low thud
of a falling bag
of maize.
Dark crimson
liquid death,
spread
as a hungry fire
feeling it’s way
to nourish itself
it grew,
saturating
concrete,
trash,
and soil.
Flashing blue
Screaming red
Reflecting lights
on trees
and onlookers…
Where vacant eyes
no longer stare,
unaware
that time itself
has stopped.
No more breath
or the heartbeat
of a child,
sent
to purchase
a gallon of milk
for the next
morning’s
breakfast
cereal.
*(matthew bowers)* ~93
© all rights reserved
Photograph of Lincoln Park,
Los Angeles California
March 17, 2021
By: matthew bowers
Forlorn
I wish I wasn’t born
But here I am
Underneath a grey sky
Ringing in the distance
The smell of salt
Fills the air
I remember yesterday’s
I remember days
You didn’t care
Soon the emptiness
Will fall into the night
And disappear
Into the darkness
Where you
Can be together
As one
This was an experiment of taking Two types of poetry writing and blending them into a single piece. Firstly the poem has to be 100 words (exactly). Secondly it’s called a “breathing poem” and the point of this exercise is not using punctuation, no commas, no periods. Your reading mind creates the breaks.
I’ve Never undertaken such challenges and know so little about different forms of poetry other than the 5/7/5 syllable haiku…
This is Haven
In this world everything is more than possible Spectres dancing with the supernatural throughout the guilded night beneathe diamond haloed Strawberry moons circular rhythm spinning to ancient baroque song the echo of the vanity know not whom they are the chambers melodic rhapsody a living ball a waltz of fluid motion for undead souls silver goblets filled emptied refilled again in an unending celebration to those that harbour within the eternal night fresh Burgundy drawn from the source still warm from an offerings opened vein tops the guilded chalice and the company roars with delight Célébrer Les Bons Moments
MB93
2022©
Lost in a moment
Caught up in
dreams and dreams
to come
Silent somber
Motionless
Liquid charcoal in
Raven’s eyes
Soft reflections of
Once upon a times
Echoes without a trace
A shadow here
Silhouette there
A rising moon
births the night
Lost at sea
of tranquility
Redefine the line
Nevermore
Vivid memory of
a stolen kiss
the eternal flame
The Arc de Triomphe
Upon her lips
Far away
So alive
Motion picture
Silence
Hushed whispers
delineate
a calm among
the sirens
Vapoure mist
Perfumed air
Haunted thoughts
That disappear
Lingering
Longingly
A chance upon
a vanishing
Nectar lavender
Vermilion smile
She casts her gaze
Into the grey
The girl
With far away
eyes
MB93
2022
The last howl
Has left my bones
No hunger
No thirst
No vision of morrow
The rapture isn’t coming
This is here and now
No ShangriLa
No Nirvana
No Heaven
No Hell
Maybe just the
Lawlessness
Of purgatory
An eternity of time
To reflect
And be
Without decay
Just see
All of the wretchedness
That there has always been
What you wear
As both understanding
And warmth
You get it….
It’s never been about Karma
Or Dogma, or Rites
Mass graves dug
Buried with the foolish
That allowed themselves
To have hope…
Belief
Some thought that they
Would be delivered
Away from it all
Free
Those who took the path
Of Sylvia Plath
Who was next on
Anne Sexton’s way
I felt the Howl
Of Virginia Woolf
There was no comfort
For Nicholas Chamfort
Why do I hear
Their chorus of cries
Reverberating within my skull
No amount of Tylenol
No Klonopin or Morphine
Is going to be the great release
Escape from this mental pain
Like a frikkin’ cro magnon man
I left messages on the walls
Hand prints in blood
That spell out my name
I never flew like the cuckoo
Never had a nest
Never got rest
Liquid time stops for no one
Only the lucky
Get to watch it change colors
As the brook becomes the sea
MB93
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This was a special piece for me because it came out of a rather dark place and mindset for me. As I wrote it and followed the direction of the muse, I was able to find a semblance of hope. The answers that you may find, through the organic process, following promptings of the universe or what have you, can take you places and illuminate pieces of you that you hadn’t previously known existed, and there… Is where we are in a position to face ourselves and identify what it is that moves us beyond the silent shadows within.
“Witches and Vampyres
MB93
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Final Girl
All the things in the world
That made no difference in the end
I wish that I had known
How little I knew back then…
Turning back the time
I see that something in your eyes
A reflection of what might have been
I finally realize…..
In a moment
You were gone
I knew it
All along
You slipped away
You couldn’t stay
I wish I was as strong
You’re the Final Girl
You’re the Final Girl
You’re the Final Girl
No one can take that away
You’re the Final Girl
MB93
A conversation with Asherah
You are identifying your situation and finding and owning resolve!
I AM so Very Proud of you
I AM so Very Proud to have you as friend…..
This world, This medium is So much better because of you
You Do feel that right?
You Do feel the natural support, emotionally shared by so many towards you?
If you could see you. Be you as I know you are! The brightness amongst the darkness, The Humble brilliance Natural order and MagicK! If you could Be the You I Know is there In there within you, tempted to peak out! And you were truly confident to wear your rightful identity as a crown of newborn stars…. The potential that you have thus received so far, is going to Pale in the Self that you manifest!
Be
Be Three
Past, Present, Future
But Own the Now!!!!!!
Indeed… That is where
ALL True Power resides
Control the flow
from Your fingers to toes
Of you Breath
Of letting Go
We
Are
Gods and Goddesses
Create, Facilitate, Translate
The hidden wisdom
Of the Universe
To Those
That are too spiritually young
And untempered to Know or See
The Truths that come
From this veil
That to them
Is mystery
Secret
Unspoken
But to us
A
Second
Fluent language
And
Vision
We
Hold
The Keys!
~MB93
This is more than “SPOT ON” this is the Real Deal!
@witches.of.instal
“I am seeing you need to be more focused into career and stop worrying about your future or stepping out of the box I see everything falling in place as well with love. I am seeing there has been jealousy around you through family and friends behind your back. You are a leader not much of a follower. I see there has been lack of sleep anxiety etc. you absorb a lot of energy. You give good advice to others but never for yourself. Your always putting your self last but I do see a change coming ❤️ you are very motivated and determined on achieving your goals and you will get there by your good karma. You love being recognized for your hard work but I see at times you feel not much appreciated!”
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 