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… That sceneIt’s Has BeenIt’s In-between The Calling Memories of ghost barsHaunting me from afarToo long agoBut I still wear them scarsI can show youI can show youIContinue reading “Time For Change”
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Beatnik Chicks
Beatnik Chicks~ Girls who wore Black? YeahThat’s where it’s at Punctuation situation Invocation rhyming Words, and ideasInto Cognative reality Science meets a metaphorYou got Nuclear FusionLine of fireHurricaneWeeping Willow In the last refrain Your caught in the nowStuck in a momentPulling for attentionOn Sister Mary’s hem Of another Bad habitThat one day soonYou’ll swear offContinue reading “Beatnik Chicks”
Music In The Wind
Music In The Wind Smooth tremoloJazz Kool riffsHold you tightRunning up And Down your Spine Electric BoogieGuitar HoundsSaxophone nuanceSmokey essenceRaphsody in heart breakStrung out HARD Deep on the Third floor Miracles happenRIGHT Before Our EyesHuman Touch becomes youSoothing and alluringPenetrating ocular realizationsBreathing HARD Exciting All there Is Blue Notes Fly in orbitAround and Around OnesContinue reading “Music In The Wind”
*(ASSimilation)*
*(ASSimilation)* Below is a A poem by D.U.M. Here is D.U.M. in his own words D.U.M. is a poet, writer & author who’s work over the last 30 or so years has been published in such journals as BBQ Sandwich, EATING Crow, CRusty Fuck & many others. He currently lives & writes in Upstate HELLContinue reading “*(ASSimilation)*”
Childhood Memories in Connecticut
Childhood Memories in Connecticut (For my friend….. Deborah Tosun Kilday ) Children Running amuk Thriving deep in Forest dwellings Splendor in the in a maze of trees Playing hide n seek in the winter snow The footsteps always led us Back To each other The Spring arrives Upon Persophonie’s breath Among the shadows of youthContinue reading “Childhood Memories in Connecticut”
New to This Blue Planet
New to this blue planetI am on a brand New Mission Chosen to fill a VOID, believedTo have started at the end on the Second World War. There are projects I’m am creating, projects that I am steering clear of…. I believe in a Brave New World.Reaching out to Souls, proud I am of theContinue reading “New to This Blue Planet”
A Birthday
A Birthday A birthdayA moment of wonderThe arrival of life Into this worldSo many souls welcomedSo many families blessedSo many dreams to come true The love that one fostersFor more than ThemselvesSpeaks Volumes above the lostDestiny, Vision, ManifestationThese are the tools thatMake One TRULY Great!Compassion Empathy (not Too much) Is what makes upA Shining StarContinue reading “A Birthday”
Remember the old phrase…
Remember the old phrase… “Poetry written is for the self, to make one happy, sad or satisfied… Some, the hungry, say it even feeds their egos. Damn the fools that make up the public. The collectors of words and bringers of prosperity. The writer is what matters. Staying true to their own words and sacrifice,Continue reading “Remember the old phrase…”
No Pressure
No Pressure It usually didn’t rain in southern California, but when it did the arid infrastructure wasn’t designed to hold even the smallest amount of seasonal rain at all. Great muddy puddles of yesterday’s would stretch from the center of the street all the way through to the depths of broken sidewalks of tomorrow’s. EachContinue reading “No Pressure”
Beauty and The Goat
Beauty and the Goat Bend and swoonUnderneath a Harvest moonYou are the goddess of beautyI am the ugly beast of burden I will always love you in the ways That cannot be perceived by men. I will follow you as Persephone into dark harshness if the underworld. Grab me by the horns, and do whatContinue reading “Beauty and The Goat”
Moments
Moments Moments tumble, fumble, throughthe darkness into an empty haze.Poor satellite images signalthrough, the black and the whitefilm Noir chic alabaster skin. Reflections mirror pain andloneliness that can only becaptured by a million maybetomorrows. This wasn’t the Deal. It wasn’t in thecards. The echoes of brokenpromises that leave their marketched and burned as yet anotherwarningContinue reading “Moments”
Rolling
Rolling Lowriders Pachuco stylesWhite Walls Cruising for miles Ray-Ban born tanCat eyeliner In Levi jeans Police raidsRazor fadesBumper to bumperDown Whitier Blvd. This was the placeAction electricityGasoline smilesTwo lane speedways Spic chic Lolita titsThe American dream Taking us from behindWatch your ass!I carry a blade… Pigs stashing rigsBrown tar balloonsWere Never our gigOne by oneContinue reading “Rolling”
Concrete Juice Bar
Concrete Juice Bar Tammy LoveOn her knees at 1 am 42 Street givingelbow grease and jiffy wax to Jumpin Johnny’s Hot Rod Cock inside a dimly lit Buddy Booth …cigarette burned linoleum …. opentin of Moroccan hash, a slab of black bun tar Fanned out bell bottoms on fine fine Black Ass, inrollers and wavesetContinue reading “Concrete Juice Bar”
Happy Birthday Ron
Happy Birthday 🎂My friend! Glory Glory The trumpets Play CeremonialThunder The earth shakesMountains RISEOceans flowwwwMeadows stretchfar far far Beyond the Horizon Cherubs singBring special blessingsTo the Kentucky Manof Golden words AndChildrenThe FutureGather in heart felt Circles Holding hands In a ring of tomorrows As poems fall From the skyLike the first SnowfallAnd “Bring Hope ToContinue reading “Happy Birthday Ron”
The Poster
I added this poster i made last poetry month! I included Iris Berry and Ron Whitehead!!!!!! Some fuckers stole it and put it up in there group, that I’m IN!!!!…. All that writing behind the Real poets (not Facebook “poets”) is real poetry from them! Under Iris Berry is a poem from her book TwoContinue reading “The Poster”
Avenue of Desolate Angels
Avenue of Desolate Angels The chill pulled the warmthfrom the souls of their feetEach step rang out in a silent clamorPain echoed from heel to toe heel to toeTrapped in Hell between numb and nightmare Plastic cardboard fortresses lined the broken avenueMakeshift Fires kept abandoned souls aliveHeat is like oxygen necessary to surviveSubzero razors shaveContinue reading “Avenue of Desolate Angels”
Doc
Doc Boys boys in Levi jeansCut offs, too short too longFrayed The devil appears in phasesRipple Noir Fantastic Channel Zero static The constant buzzzzz rainslingering Dashboard smiles Nubile skin Sweaty elbows stick on vinel Neon stars reflect in the eyes A warmth of loneliness growsParascope eye consumedWithin the vacuum of lost soulsRedemption builds Amongst theContinue reading “Doc”
Third Rail Lines
.Finding her way back to purgatory Aboard the L train Somewhere between Eighth Avenue andChelsea street Raindrops and decaying buildings blur together in High speed motionpicture silence through fingerprint markings of cold public transportation windows Lost in the memories of yesterday’s from Rockaway Parkway and Coney IslandShe had once surrendered to his limp waxen style…Continue reading “Third Rail Lines”
The Creation of LifeLove and Light
(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 hopesContinue reading “The Creation of LifeLove and Light”
Fear-cuairteachaidh an t-Solais
OutlawFatherSon&Saint He’s boken breadOn the mountain topsHe’s spun wordsInto goldHe is peaceHe is FireHe isA force to beReckoned with Ancient fables of OdinMagicK Wisdom PoetryValkyrie songsThe mourning comesFor people that fear TruthHe ispersona non grata Holy scripturesLiteratureSpawned from a placeof True SpiritualityThere is no place for DogmaOnlyTrue Acceptance The Moon FullThe Calling echoesChildren of theContinue reading “Fear-cuairteachaidh an t-Solais”
Amelia
mover makerspiritual quakermistress of the Greyof Light & Dark she is priorityGaia smiles andApproves She IS the strengthOf So manyUnknowingly she willBe the voiceof those silent Delicious MagickBeach wind capturedIn her golden StarrHalo She invokesKali to be at her sideRolling ThunderDown and UnderShe looks Up andSees you with fae eyes Now timid she growsFrom fawnContinue reading “Amelia”
False Gods(Red Mirage)
Masked in silence Haunted shadows leerLanguidly waiting for aStolen moment Hanging with Baited breath from lintol Beams suspending Heirs of valiant foliage ofHellenistic proportions Gardens curtain doorways Humid breath wafting fromBeyond the entrance Specters Shadows Djinn Ascend wallsCrossing ceilings Zigzagging To and fro Back and forth High and low Succubus whispers Call to you CallingContinue reading “False Gods(Red Mirage)”
Amethyst Dreams
She came to meLike rolling thunderUnderneath valerian skyWe opened up a portal toA rabbit hole akashic mindWormwood splintersEmerald mistsMy tongue languid I breathe your eyes Reclaim the gameInsane refrain Ritual hunters that Bare no blameI smile out loud asthe matchstick strikesSulfur fills the air of nightSugar spoonWaxing Gibbous MoonRosetta lips I call to youThe lunarContinue reading “Amethyst Dreams”
Prophecy
Too many Kings Following swingRum diary orgies inThe City of Sin Blasphemous heat wavesScorch the tired earthWhere hunters andGatherers met in Sacred circlesCallingUnifyingWith the Needs ofThe Land Centuries old evocationsCeremonial birth rites Performed by the fewRemaining ancestorsOf the ancient tribe Tudinu Heal ReclaimRenewEmpowerUnci Maka Shaman smokeEcho chantingsCircles drawn With feathers and Ash Fire, crossingDimensional divinationUponContinue reading “Prophecy”
Stray
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 thudof a fallingContinue reading “Stray”
La Fille Aux Yeux Lointains
Lost in a moment Caught up in dreams and dreams to come Silent somber MotionlessLiquid charcoal inRaven’s eyes Soft reflections ofOnce upon a timesEchoes without a trace A shadow hereSilhouette thereA rising moonbirths the night Lost at seaof tranquilityRedefine the lineNevermore Vivid memory ofa stolen kiss the eternal flameThe Arc de TriompheUpon her lips FarContinue reading “La Fille Aux Yeux Lointains”
The Last Howl
The last howlHas left my bonesNo hungerNo thirstNo vision of morrowThe rapture isn’t comingThis is here and now No ShangriLaNo NirvanaNo HeavenNo HellMaybe just the LawlessnessOf purgatory An eternity of timeTo reflectAnd beWithout decayJust seeAll of the wretchednessThat there has always beenWhat you wearAs both understanding And warmth You get it….It’s never been about KarmaOrContinue reading “The Last Howl”
Writing 101 – The Universe is Within You
Poets and writers could and should pull from their past experiences to give honesty and depth to their pieces. I myself am not a poet, nor will I ever be. I am a vessel that transcribes words, phrases, occasional rhymes, in to pieces from ethereal promptings, muse, the universe, Monad?I let go of myself, andContinue reading “Writing 101 – The Universe is Within You”
Yvonne De la Vega
I don’t have any wordsI’m silent cold in shadowAngels fall phoenix riseLife is a cruel muthafuckerVoices and brilliance echoesWhen it’s good… it’s Damn GOOD!I’ve written gospels in the sandOnly to be taken away painfullyBy the salty tongue of realityGoddesses are most beautifulWhen you hear them ROAR!!!!Tiny daggers find their way Through your veins… and intoYourContinue reading “Yvonne De la Vega”
Bio
Matthew Bowers93 has been featured in the anthology Spotlight, and worked with Ron Whitehead on a dynamic audio experience of The New Beat Generation Manifesto &The Calling. Also in print with The Lothlorian Poetry Journal, Dumpster Fire Press, Rye Whiskey Review, Lucifer’s Retreat, Alien Buddha Press … twice, once as poet and the other forContinue reading “Bio”
The Calling/ the Beginning
The Calling~ Beat Poets & Angelic ScribesThe voices that murmurlike the ocean’s tideRevolution, ChangeCivil Disruption,We create beautyfrom nothing and lawless corruption Let’s gather in a circlePlay drums and singA round a beach fireSo hypnotizingSpirits come dancingSwirling, they swayThey’ve come to assist usIn this call of the New Day And he stood, staring far into theContinue reading “The Calling/ the Beginning”
Hey Jack, Where You At?
Hey Jack, Where You At? Jack? Oh Jack… His voice was smooth with heavy texture. He talked like he was lost yet knew all ’bout the world. His manner loose, noose held back with refrain, a melody of velvet sandpaper fell like rain from his lips. Shaking, making, the earth is still quaking to theContinue reading “Hey Jack, Where You At?”
Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs
Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs It’s a lazy Tuesday eveningAnd the sky is mumblingsongs of jubilant colors.Shades of night are etchedacross the sky. There’s a poignant,rank stench, that fills the airlike spoiled malt liquor. If you’re not careful man,It’ll curl up them noise hairsYou got hanging fromYour nostrils…… I never gotContinue reading “Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs”
Joyful Jubilee
Circular revolution around the sun. Three hundred and sixty five days days gone by and to come. A celebration of angelic arrival. A heralding Ushering a new Era of appreciation growing knowing wisdom compassion caring. The gift of one to all. A still silent voice raising tsunami skies inspiring valiant splendor. The day of birth,Continue reading “Joyful Jubilee”
Where You At Jack?
Jack? Oh Jack… His voice was smooth with heavy texture. He talked like he was lost yet knew all ’bout the world. His manner loose, noose held back with refrain, a melody of velvet sandpaper fell like rain from his lips. Shaking, making, the earth is still quaking to the sounds doin’ rounds, up andContinue reading “Where You At Jack?”
Writing 101 The Rhyme
On writing a poem with rhymed inflection, it’s how you paint and tell such beauty Within a rhyme structure that needs to be so profoundly articulated. With rhyming poems,I think So few poets/ writers realize, that the importance does not fall upon the rhyming words, but rather rely upon them to hold a piece together.RatherContinue reading “Writing 101 The Rhyme”
Tragedy in the Details
Tragedy in The Details Obviously UnimportantAs it doesn’t serve theself-serving withloose agendasRazors, FavoursEfforts genuinely received but never quid pro quo Time… Vision… Execution…Lost in a pseudo rhythm Self styled Outlawworking 9 to fuckin’ 5… The pen does scribbleAbstract, misspelled rants that even in this moment …I wonder if Intentional orunknowingly by default A “poets poets” thatContinue reading “Tragedy in the Details”
The Forest Through the Trees
Thoughts of mourning In the morning ColdWinter’s breathBlue lips of the divineHaunted flowersRise with mystic holinessLaughing brooks cryAnd carry grave notesAlong it’s shallow bankRed, orange, and yellow Leaves have fallenBeneath a moonlit skyThat’s drawingCobalt painted backdropOf my finalResting place *(matthew bowers)* ~93© all rights reserved
Diamonds and Glass
Natives and amphetamine smilesA delightful topsy turvy table top tangoWhispers of desert sun run downThe length of your back Into pools ofOblivion Trailblazing riders Come from the EastChain gangs motorcycle Leather Hidden pounds of Mexican go-goCrystaline CartelSwitchblades and Friday Night Specials WatchersWatch PushersPush and Push with ViolentPowerful Perro EyesThe scent of Canine dangerThe acrid scentContinue reading “Diamonds and Glass”
Seeds of Change
The seed….PlantedBefore…Realized Grown GrowingPersonalStrengthVisionSharedRevelationSpoken throughMuse DustedLong and Silent Shadows Slowly CollectIdentifyRecognizeHarmonizeResonateUnderstanding of aForgotten tongue
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 