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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Moments hang heavyCrawling NakedCold withdrawn inGuilt bound noose Readied soul tiredStarved neglectedFrom deep abandonMourned the Loss Swinging PendulumLooming darkOver flannelLandscape peaks Dust and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”
Irina Eclipse
With the eclipseLight and darkness EqualsBrother and sister danceHolding moments Before passing StarsMarsVenusScarsMeeting in Universal IntervalsSpinning Each caught In the throws Of gravitational pullDaughter of EternityIlluminated child of ShadowsShe breathes Exists Within two Worlds The blackThe whiteThe knowledge of EternityShe Is magnificentPulling tidesControlling mindsWith subtle motion Madness takes sanityThe forgotten goddessWorshipped by tribesBeyond the sunSacrificesContinue reading “Irina Eclipse”
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 – 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”
Lady Night
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”
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
Shadow
Sorry, not feeling quite myselfHaunted with the flavour Of melancholy blues Suicide stripeswith razor teeth I’m lost in a personal hell No saving grace Or Escaping the true fateThat I myself have forged There are no answers Or secret keysMy shadow is filled with heavy echoesReverberating MADNESS that only I must endure I have fallenContinue reading “Shadow”
Black Star
You came to meIn a celestial dreamClaiming to be MorpheusMuse, Hermes TrismegistusYou’re the whisper in my earThe strength behind my penYou are LegionMy friend.For We are Many…Without ego or destinationI writeBut not for meOr poetic lackey’sNarcissus capture long agoFeeding them scraps of egoThey wear like golden trophiesAbout their long slender necksI write for the sakeContinue reading “Black Star”
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”
The Calling org.
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
Charles
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Death of a Boxer~
I was in a barJust off Hollywood Blvd. It was of course darkMusky, Humid…The way a bar ought to bePeople shoulder to shoulderSpilling drinks Stepping on toesBlowing out your eardrumFor some sissy drinkPeople are like sardinesNot because their packed together so tight you can’t thinkBut they’re dead just the same Staring at you with vacantContinue reading “Death of a Boxer~”
Underneath the Stars
Beneath the gloomThe glowing moonA bitter smile upon a frownTurned around The shadows Of an emptinessShine like pale reflectionsIn sullen moments Without atonementLunar nexus to the call Stone vesselOmnipotent heirNo rhymeNo reasonTranquil sea of despair I would offer my treasureMy pearly crown of thornsA gift upon my altarA glimpse into the very depthsof the tirelessContinue reading “Underneath the Stars”
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”
Lost Within a Moon Lit Mile~
It was coldSo coldI could feel the dirt in my bones It was coldAs cold as California gets anyway And the night had passedLike an old friendFrom fire and cancerAnd even the morningWas having trouble waking up Wiping the the grime And pain from it’s distant eyes Yeah, I rememberIt was realAnd as I feltContinue reading “Lost Within a Moon Lit Mile~”
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”
Curtain Call ~
As Jim lie there, stage cold, lightsTurned ON. But not him. Sweat.Leather. Dying breath. He felt the wine, dying on the vine… recognized the Indians, and the smell of antifreeze. With the breath of an angel, he heard the voice, There Are No Partners, Friends, or bruthas….In this world, like all worldsYou are alone…Atone forContinue reading “Curtain Call ~”
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 🐦⬛ 