Everyone’s war starts somewhereIt can be within ourselvesIt can come at us from outsideThey can try to break us downThey can try to take us overThey can try to make us one of THEM In my blood, I share your bloodI remember my grandfather’sFurry hat and long jacketNow I see their bloodMy bloodOur blood WeContinue reading “This is 2022”
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“Ms.”
A frozen moment,in 1965In a New York apartmentModest wealth here we resideA comedy of errorsI won’t be repressedFacing life with laughterIs this yesterday’s dress?A struggle for identityI have dreams tooWhy is he threatened?It’s always been the two!He just doesn’t have “it”He tried and he triedThe echo of cricketsUp on the stage he diedResentment, festeringHe couldContinue reading ““Ms.””
Point Zero
I’ve seen visions of squirming toads, I’ve seen THEM….. More than haunting, they were the gateway, the threshold to a vast dominion. The street was paved with them. Millions of dark amphibians. Crowded, lying on top of each other. Pulsating, in unison rhythm, under a cold Autumn moon….. Lizards clung together, forming tree’s trunks…. StandingContinue reading “Point Zero”
Writing 101 – Archetypes
When writing a piece (I’m specifically talking poetry, but Not limited to) Select powerful, emotionally charged Words! Rather than using words to describe the Emotionally Charged…. By doing this You are tapping into the archetypes!Use a ROCK rather than “describing” the ROCK!!!! The results are SO Much more powerful!I believe you’ll find yourself breaking freeContinue reading “Writing 101 – Archetypes”
Writing 101 – Consolidation
Here’s something I wanted to share with you guys. Retrospectively (well had I known people and not experienced what I know now through trial and error)I would join fewer Facebook “poetry” groups. The idea that you want to have an abundance of opportunities is legitimate. Unfortunately, the reality is that a lot of these groupsContinue reading “Writing 101 – Consolidation”
The Island
Two On an islandChoice FateConvenience The yellow arid sun beats down upon them So familiar to each otherDecades bound found them togetherBut separate just the sameIntrovert ExtrovertScorpio SagittariusNo match of the ages No magick created through nights shared Different voices Different minds Comfort of friendship AgainFamiliarity No BOOM BANG INSPIRATION A dull roar of aContinue reading “The Island”
The Beauty of Eternal Words
Poetry, ArchitectureEvery word and brickIn perfect balanceEach picturesque syllableCarries the weightBuilding the foundationStrongElegantMasterful…Nothing to addNothing to take awayA Brilliant sculpture of literatureSolid, profound…The Ancient pyramids of EgyptBuilt upon mysteriesAs does the poetic strengthThat stands the test Of time *(matthew bowers)* ~93© all rights reserved Concept art created by *(matthew bowers)*
Magick
There is No Room Upon My Altar
There is no room upon my altar for a Christ that gave away his life for useless intentions The scapegoat became the savior for the people of guilt Their final cries echo the release in hopes of being forgiven within deathbed confessionals Those born and raisedbeing spoon fed fear from birth blindly following corrupted manipulationContinue reading “There is No Room Upon My Altar”
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”
L’enfant Artiste
Colour by numbers is a trick of open spectrum light. The skin, the fading hair, the lost moments reflecting and capturing vibrant active imaginations of the youth. We marveled at the subtle hues, and feathered brush strokes, breathing life understanding death.. working coloured oils into two dimensional canvases. Our focus and concentration, bordering on brilliance,Continue reading “L’enfant Artiste”
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”
Transmutation
“Hear” “Here” listen ….Within these words are more than cluesThey are the map! To understanding To successTo the way Of universal Law…… and MagicKHereBefore youAre both Keys And Locks The truthInside youThe essence OfDivinity MB93
The Poet
Words MagicKA lyrical archer With perfect aim… I am the targetEach word and phrase Perfectly castHitting it’s markAs I have to surrenderDefenselessAdmiringAppreciatingFeelingRapture
Twin Heart
Twin HeartI watch you as you sleepYou weave Ravens beneathfuchsia velvet nightsYou are my everythingThe star of my golden compassI cannot express the wholenessOf your ALLYou are My special blessingMy loveMy heartMy truest friendThe only oneThat truly knows meThe inside out andHow I walked through HellAnd how I returned broken aloneAnd in this silenceI wantContinue reading “Twin Heart”
Transmission Coming In
Entering the atmosphereThe Black Star arrives from far away…. The man inside returning Will he Blow Our Mind? Static buzzzzzzzTransmizzion Here cKa can “U”…am cKa coming thru? Radiant electro huePouring neon vapoursThrough sliding metallicSilver doors … ExitGround level 2 Astro feet step deepInto red Iron holiday dustCarpeting the runway hereUpon his arrival… We are theContinue reading “Transmission Coming In”
Saturday Must Come
Reflections glare dancingAcross the windshield eyesFlitting flirting juxtapositionGrace losing the race HeavyUnder Fire Flung roundsOxygen vacuum pulling lamentDripping Holy words from agnostic gospel repelling ALLOne by One breathing aloud theBreeding ground of adherence Of Spiritual manifesto cryingLoom Doom Awaiss swoonsCryptic evidence within The LawBound by order freedom of WillSupplementing status quo livesTo and fro beyondContinue reading “Saturday Must Come”
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”
Enchantress (undead)
Silver silence cascades through winter trees of elm and birch. Naked fingered branches stretch and yawn while standing erect in military grace. Softly, elegantly, she glides through the night. Dead, undead she remembers the love and pain captured in the human heart. The desire, the fire, the soft caress of a velvet touch. Centuries, memoriesContinue reading “Enchantress (undead)”
Final Act
Typical me Typical Me Typical MeI started something and now I’m not toosure Crown Sad clownVying frownI’m giving uppretendingThat I don’tknow betterThat this time willbe differentThat you’d bebetter than the rest It’s always more ofjust the sameIf there are peoplethey’ll always let youdown that’s just the scienceIt’s never quitehit or miss And I am sorry,Continue reading “Final Act”
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”
Strength of Alchemy
Version #1 (#improv101) We were children of the night.We were outcasts from the beginnings. We found ourselves gatheringinto secret circles. Protected. Undetected.We are cast as shadowsagainst foliage walls. We have been worn down to nothing… But the joke has beenplayed upon them. For in our suddentransformation, transmutation,our impurities have been excercized…. We are the vessels,theContinue reading “Strength of Alchemy”
The Boy Not Afraid to Cry
you were once a glitter stardon’t be a media sensationit’s to late to stop the presses now who am i to expect morewords of wisdom drive me wildI’m a honey comb creation so real i freak on the things i felt a golden key unlocks the worlddon’t turn your back now oh why’d you changeContinue reading “The Boy Not Afraid to Cry”
Winter Woman
From the Deluxe’ Edition of Something Witchy This Way Comes… #deadmanspressinkI’d like to share one of the Bonus Poems featured……. 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 lostContinue reading “Winter Woman”
Winter Woman
From the Deluxe’ Edition of Something Witchy This Way Comes… #deadmanspressinkI’d like to share one of the Bonus Poems featured……. 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 lostContinue reading “Winter Woman”
Mindfulness
ToTeachAnd to followAlongThe SpiritualPath&Live By exampleCleanse energiesAnd relaxHealingThe soulWith positive IntentionsBecomingOne with ourselvesThrough Meditations ~Namaste~ *(matthew bowers)* ~93
Justice Among The Stars***
Golden glitter stars line either side of HOLLYWOOD Boulevard. It was “The” Iconic walkway back in the day. I remember feeling a little more than gypped to be honest when I found out that anyone could simply purchase one of those suckers on their own, if you had the Ca$h. Still, I was fuckin’ gladContinue reading “Justice Among The Stars***”
Coming Soon…..
My Next book release projects are in the works…. These will both be released this year. Harlequin Sky & MagicK Moon
Pandora’s Box
She smiledYouthfulEnergy The innocence That attractedNothing innocentThat would feedConsumeCarnal Wonton pleasuresDark back alley holidayHer songHer tragedyUsedAbusedRent and soldIs their loveIn happenstance The soft touchPrestige porcelain skinHaunted HungryThe reflection of death Betrays you Frail rail body Wire arms cold legsJohn and Pawns Exchange monies For a chance to feel AliveA cost thatLoses sanityPoor little shiny toyLostContinue reading “Pandora’s Box”
Lost in Transmission
SpiralingDizzyLostGoodbye ShipwreckCrashAgainst FlorescentWall BloodFrail ShallowBreath MelancholyOrbitRoundVenusMars RadiationSicknessDefeatIn Vacuum Wrong turnApocalypse 450° ferinheight The PainInsane withinMy BrainNuclear judgementSmoke stained walls Cattle mutilationIt’s all the same thingTripwire fixxxI bare the scars Chemtrail lungsDisease repentHung in languageNo longer Spoken DisasterWornTornShadow burnDeja VuNever learn Familiarity Self deprication RevealedPortraitOf A Monster Again Again Again Again Bury that mutherfuckerBefore I seeContinue reading “Lost in Transmission”
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
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”
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 