Kool JazzA shanty blowsLiquid heat in late AugustIt was SheThat scent of NightBringing shadowsTo the floorTangoSilhouettes glidingHolding their ownLost in melodyRife with desire And deathTwo mutual friendsPlaying against TimeReflecting glomeCast togetherAgainst fracturedStucco wallsIt was SheThat takes you in a momentTranscendingCarnal hopes and dreamsIt was SheCaptured in celluloidFilm noir countessPoison lipstickNeon nightsAlleyway firesCosplay CosloveCostume smileMystery moonContinue reading “Lady Night”
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Nostalgic Haunts
Full on brooding thoughtsIndiana skyline barren blueDrawn between two actsOne hushed one embracedSilent moments within the eyesWild madness next of kinEmotions paintedAcross silver canvasCelestial beings wait to receiveSubtle genius soon loosed acrossFiery pavement at the costOf high noon sunMelodies. Trivialities.Beat. Kicks.Shadow cliquesWallflower dancing aloneForever more (Matthew Bowers) ~93©2021
I am the Laugh
He was thunderVoice of the godsHe was rainTears of saintsHe was TempestStorm of AlchemyHe was desert sandThe calm on the horizonHe was born wildCommuning with sagesHe attained ZenithEchoes from mountainsHe is most formidableIn the guiseOfLaughter To Ron WhiteheadbyMatthew Bowers
The Law of Man
What’s that sound??? The Gnostic prayer That’s the sound of happiness and hope going up in smoke boy. Another day spent in proverbial Helter skelter purgatory. Chains exercising the demons of your mortal coil, shaking you to the very depths of your core, in places you ain’t never let others see or be in. TimeContinue reading “The Law of Man”
The Incredible Mr. Snips
I was as tired as the day felt long,and right now that seemed like a god damned eternity. There were plenty of goings on throughout the house, but nothing that struck my curiosity. A new tenant moved in across the way. In a small tank with water, lettuce, and a fairly good size rock, consideringContinue reading “The Incredible Mr. Snips”
Winter Woman
Morning woke in full bloomTurned a key of faded gloryLet madness out typhoon smileIn bitter rhyme and rhythmic dance Embers smudge spirit callingsElectric waves docile momentsCrossing current equinox twinIn dime store shelter lost and found Wooden Indian tearBaring the soul of the tiredWitnesses mouths sewn closedDesert wind carries hidden secrets that only children of distantContinue reading “Winter Woman”
Kerouac’s signature approach
1st thought Best thought…Kerouac’s signature approach to writing. When I heard that, a virtual lightbulb went off in my head! No longer searching for the “perfect” words, rather, listen, transcribe, flow with the universe, as it whispers sweet direction and inspiration to your ears… Trust your instincts, and just let go, let the archetypes ofContinue reading “Kerouac’s signature approach”
Throwaway Kids
What happens when society 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 veryContinue reading “Throwaway Kids”
Broadsides
Broadsides have a long and storied history as one of the first vehicles for disseminating poetry to the public. After the invention of moveable type in the 15th century, proclamations and official notices were printed on broadsides and distributed. …
Voices of Freedom
First Poetry Music Audio Recording “Voices of Freedom”-(Trying to add slide show)-Voices of Freedom -21 Dancing without a nameShe was naked in her silenceStone, statues, salutationsDesires from a Hellenistic waterfrontAncient scriptures reveal hidden sourcesAmong firey chariots and beat up taxisNeon lights flicker to the rhythm of abandoned youthIn a Holy, Glory brought on by theContinue reading “Voices of Freedom”
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Writing Archetype
Ohhow I adoreBukowski! Goneare my daysof followingsuit Liquid courageLiquid inspirationLiquid armourLiquid truth I found loveIn the rhythmOf an old second handTypewriterThat costLessThan a cheapLunch I foundAVoiceAVisionASecretMeaning to life TodayI celebrateThe Calling IfYou careto join theCircle…OurCircleWe canDanceTo a privateFireAnd makeSome Noise.. ©2021
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Writing Poetry 101
I did a collaboration with Nico Tolen in my book Something Witchy This Way Comes and not only was it fun & Great but It even made it into one of my audio trilogy tracts! I am in a place of “pushing” out of set elements… I don’t want to use the term “comfort zones”Continue reading “Writing Poetry 101”
Friday Night Live~
Spotlights shineWarm theBlindingIn your eyesFacelessCrowdsSilent TheEverymanChangedCreatedTHEScene…Busting up rules “First thoughtBest thought” InspirationRainsDownLike a DeityRolling,MuseRecoiling. ParentsHide their kidsFromCloudsOfSmoke ReeferA couple ofBenniesAmphetamineRitualsCigarettes&Beer New YorkAnd San FranciscoTaxi DriversThem craziesHave more stories WildExperiencesBecause THEY!They’ve seenAnd been through itALL LikeThe fixture in the cornerShadowedSilhouetteStoic FormNot stirringOrMurmuringBothTaking it All inAnd is ObliviousTo it All The crackingRedLeatherBarstoolSeat cover HomeTo the ravenA crowAnContinue reading “Friday Night Live~”
My Short Stint as a Writer~
I had tbe absolutely incredible opportunity to write for GAS: Poetry Art & Music. I had the good fortune to conduct a couple of interviews, create my own segment “The Vault”, and get features with a piece of writing as well as poster for the journal as featured poet of the month. Thank you forContinue reading “My Short Stint as a Writer~”
Thank Ya Maam’
On a hard boiled Saturday nightI felt the edge of restlessness. Drawn to the neon Frolic Room sign, the locals called shotgun for the stools with the best vantage points along Loyd’s bar. Easy access, that’s what it was about. Couples in booths lined the walls, taking advantage of the shadows that hung like curtainsContinue reading “Thank Ya Maam’”
Ode to Ron Whitehead-
From my words of humilityAt that momentI recognized the truthIt was there all alongand could no longer be hidden The voices of wisdomOf the Ancient godsCulminates, Thrives, Echoing It lives and breathsPowerfulBeautiful to the heart and mind And with a loud clap of thunderI am humbledAnd pay homage to a poet king This world, OurContinue reading “Ode to Ron Whitehead-“
Voices of Freedom ’21
Dancing without a nameShe was naked in her silenceStone, statues, salutationsDesires from a Hellenistic waterfrontAncient scriptures reveal hidden sourcesAmong firey chariots and beat up taxisNeon lights flicker to the rhythm of abandoned youthIn a Holy Glory, brought on by the Atomic ageBirds swell like waves in the evening skyLighting fires of brilliance, in the skullsContinue reading “Voices of Freedom ’21”
Thank you for visiting
Thank you for visiting, and taking the time to read some of my poetic entries. If you could take a moment and leave a review for a poem(s) that you like, it would be much appreciated! I’m putting a collection together, and a review could really make a difference getting my books attention by publishers.Continue reading “Thank you for visiting”
Poetic Revelations:93
Atomic Age RenaissanceColor spread across the nationsDust bin empty sepia fieldsUpon the Golden RoadTowards Emerald CityJK, NC, WSB, GC & AGSet out with the intentionsTo wake a sleeping world UpBam Bing BoomBackyard BBQ’sHeld over Nuclear War sheltersMiles below paper people feetTragic Teens in Turmoiled TimesTake Truth, Trauma in Television liesThe status quo had to goTheContinue reading “Poetic Revelations:93”
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 