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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Lost
Lost Wondering city streets A bottle of cheap ass wine my sideIt’s been empty for nearlyTwenty Two Fucking YearsYet I don’t tell a soulAnd No One even cares I’ve done Shit that would haveMade our populous ExtinctShit that would make you cringe(If you knew the Truth)Let’s just sayKarma is another word forSurvival Cockroaches reading NewspapersDungContinue reading “Lost”
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”
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”
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”
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?”
Tele-Revolución
Tele-Revolución The things you will seethe harshest of truthsComes changing like seasonsWe’re once red, white, and blueThe boldness, divisionThe country doth quakeTaken to sidesThere is no mistakeWith a loud roaring thunderThe people should riseLike a tremendous TsunamiPreparing to dieTake back the freedomsSet cannons a fireWe must come togetherWith United desire MB93
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 Day We Meet
The Day We Meet Is it krazeee that I wanta royal palaceA place to escape toand share my life I long to cherishSomething moreHold a shooting starIn the palm of my handUnderstanding freedomIs both letting goand desire The surrounding keepWith floral windowsof blue lavender andThe scent of Baby’s breathGathered just before winterFor sacred oils andContinue reading “The Day We Meet”
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
Hard Soil
Hard Soil The sun beats down Hard and Heavy like baked clay bricks. Burning Hot against his neckShoulders, and the breadth of his back, searing pain becomes numb over time of lengthy exposure. Vibrant red Red like a beet from exposure, He is close to the earth, tilling her dry almost concrete soil. Chipping here, Continue reading “Hard Soil”
Queen Bessie 👑
Queen Bessie 👑 Alone Wrapped in a thermal blanket of despair fingers knotted like a rusted bench vice in some drunken Mechanic’s shop A Real tar baby. Getting her fixes popping more loaded balloons than a New York clown on crack. PoP PoP PoPAnother then another Then another She may be Thick and Full ofContinue reading “Queen Bessie 👑”
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”
Finders Keepers
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 thatContinue reading “Finders Keepers”
Revenge
“See these eyes, so greenI can stare for a thousand yearsColder than the moonFeel my blood enragedIt’s just the fear of loosing youDon’t you know my name?Well, you’ve Ben so longAnd I’ve been putting out fireWith gasoline”D.Bowie Is revenge a hollow wordOr an act of vengeance lacedwith arsenic and viper’s venom When or how longContinue reading “Revenge”
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”
Nexus of Earth
Summer FallsTurning to the Nexus of NevermoreWrought with confusionLost in undefined moments Second guessSecond best Serial doubt Worn upon the browWithin the nest The celestial crown Of So many thoughts Going downDownDownDrown In a Quagmire ofAfter thoughts and releaseBold wind sailsFrom WestTo East Carrying BrimstoneSalt Mortar and Tar The sacrificial temple Built up on liesContinue reading “Nexus of Earth”
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”
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”
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
Patriarchal Heathens
This is a poem from my book Something Witchy This Way Comes Goddess worship Was the beginningWitchcraft the wayBringing life into this worldMaking needed rainfallRaising crops In dying fieldsGranting protection To soldiers of ancient warsHuman society The bond of creation The understanding Of life, death, and sacrifice Mother Gaia… Many cultures , many names…. ItContinue reading “Patriarchal Heathens”
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”
Wayward Pine
Friday Night lightStreet lamp amber glowDust incognito smileFreshly driven snowUnder apple blossom sky Children wander far and nearDreams ignite fire mindsTaunting turningHaunting burning Silhouette glistenBeneath a hollow moon Moments hung as feline broodWithin Kat jaws of fate alignedMourning comes in honouringInnocence lost and blind *(Matthew bowers)* ~93©2022
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 