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”
Tag Archives: #Beatnik
The Tomb of Los Angeles
The Tombs of Los Angeles The rain came downCold and distantKinda weird for this time of yearMy bones dew tight Swaddled in motorcycle leatherBlack turtleneck, Crowley MAGICK The air arid with a distinct freezeI felt my thoughts wondering awayAnd hereI recover Thawing marrowFinally relaxing across the ThickChez Lounge that holds meProtects me, enveloping meLike anContinue reading “The Tomb of Los Angeles”
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”
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”
Who Am I?
Who Am I? But the luckiest guy in the worldstill scratching his headHe loses himself In thoughts of“What did I do to deserve Her?” He… was still a child at heartHe believed in Camelot, MagicKand fairy tales, even green menthat lived on the moon. He looked for messages that the universe would leave Him! SecretContinue reading “Who Am I?”
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”
Empty Room
Empty Room Echo Echo EchoThe symphony ofCrickets And Tumble weedsEighty Year old Woman’sBarren wombThere is No life WithinThese Hollow Walls That Echo Echo EchoAs strangers pass by. MB93 2022
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”
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”
The Chaff
Separating the wheatFrom the chaffDiscarding the uselessFrom the beautifulAlchemy performedWith the sting of a beeNatural order of what’sMeant to be as the throngsOf divinity Shine uponThe reflective Growthof grace cumming untoIt’s own.So mote it be93
Magicians
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
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)”
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”
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”
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?”
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
2:26 am Musings on a Thursday Morning
2:26 am Musings on a Thursday morningI stopped to writeAs it comes over me Expression RepressionDevastation freedomReleasing painHumbled by self worthThat’s my calling cardI Keep in My back pocket Joy Division Synchronicity Self manifestationSkrying words from AetherTranscending desire I long to be wholeMore than vagrantWithin my skinA squatter withinThis flesh of restlessnessTo journeyTo take flightContinue reading “2:26 am Musings on a Thursday Morning”
The Experiment
I honestly wanted to have a group of gifted writers, with a common ideology, that could unite us and bring about “change”. A Unity/ Community, something to strive for, a vision of a better future than reality of the day to day that we are exposed to now. I know it must seem naive, butContinue reading “The Experiment”
Neighbors
Moments hang heavyCrawling NakedCold withdrawn inGuilt bound noose Readied soul tiredStarved neglectedFrom deep abandonMourned the Loss Swinging PendulumLooming darkOver flannelLandscape peaks Dust and cigaretteButts collectedIn overgrown pilesOf drepressed remorse Paper wasteUnwritten goodbyesHallmarks of despairRetired earlier before dawn Windowpane witnessReflecting silenceBirds cry their last songsTo the ears deaf to hope Hours days weeks unnoticedLetters and billsContinue reading “Neighbors”
To Beat or Not to Beat
Ringing loud like distant thunder a fall from grace comes down from under fireflies beneath the sky glimmer glammer radio waves and neon nights. There were days on end that stretched for miles blood stains painted on lenolium tiles a hammer comes down without a sound with no remorse upon the crown. Vanity insanity theContinue reading “To Beat or Not to Beat”
Writing 101 – Msg to a Friend
Thank You for creating an opportunity to actually utilize my experience and process…. Seeing it spelled out before me is very therapeutic since everything I do is to “reactionary” this for me is a form of Shadow Work where I actually take a break from being me in the now, and self reflect! I can’tContinue reading “Writing 101 – Msg to a Friend”
Writing 101 – “policing”
When You’re a good writer, you “write” for the right reasons, that’s a given…. That is within You before you even write!That is your heart, intention and desire. (I’m not exactly sure what “wrong” reasons would be…. ) To me thinking about that would make me very self conscious… Limit me in every moment, “policing”Continue reading “Writing 101 – “policing””
Writing 101 – continued
When writing , this could be applied to a novel or more specifically poetry the “words” themselves do not matter….It’s the essence that the words are placed in, the content, the “before” it is with the “Intent” that you validate a a chosen word…. I ask myself, “if I just read that would I thinkContinue reading “Writing 101 – continued”
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 