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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”

Suicide Notes& Self-Checkout Stations

From my Newest endeavour Suicide Notes & Self-Checkout Stations “As time paces from hour to hour it also is only within a moment before the next thunderous outburst covers the likes of those lost at Pompeii. Frozen beneath the heat and ash, I assume my usual position, I let my guard down, my sword sheathed,Continue reading “Suicide Notes& Self-Checkout Stations”

Breathe in 1927

I wish I was among Fitzgerald, Chaplain, Valentino, Fairbanks!!!! Sometimes i feel  Like I’m at a tube station Waiting  and  I’ve missed the ride Too late for the show And there, I’m stuck Like a ghost Sometimes I feel  I was one  Of those Wall Street tycoons That plummeted 30 floors  From the stock marketContinue reading “Breathe in 1927”

Forgotten Goddesses(The Patriarch Repression)

Different godsSame godsHostsOf variant tribes ArtMusicSexWarControlling windsAnd ocean’s waves Caught in mysteriesLost IdentitiesIdentifyingDeity CalamityIdolatryHarrowingJourneysSearchingForHidden keysAncient religions! Chasing omnipotent shadows CreationSensationQuestioningRelationFromOriginsOfPlanet EarthToMotherGaiaThe maiden The peoplesThe prophetsThe practicesForgottenBeliefs in MagickRitualsMesopelagicDeepDeepBelowThe surface of the wavesSacrificeGoldIncenseIvoryJadeWooden polesIn Ashera’s name Priests cowerDeny the powerOf creationandSourThe namesOf the True GoddessesWith their own jealous intents VilifyDecryLamb’s bloodFrom a hanging tree MythsLegendsForgotten pastsPathsContinue reading “Forgotten Goddesses(The Patriarch Repression)”

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”

Ode to Hekate

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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”

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”

Crash

New MexicoDesertArid Cool Summer Night1947 Falling star?Metallic bitsScattered likeShrapnel Farmers with kerosene lanternsSpread out searching in a line Not unlike like a police hunt To find a murdered teen The U.S. Army Air ForceReleased newspaper headlines They’d recovered a “flying disc” From Roswell ranches Ley lines Clear-cut coverups Conflicting explanations From fallen saucer To weatherContinue reading “Crash”

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

CharlesCharlesBeerBar fightsCheap hotelsNeon signsProstitutesPoliceMailmanAngryBeautifulTypewriterAngstePoetryCockroachesClassic MusicPark benchesWineRefrigeratorStageReadingsLiveUglyHorse racesBull fightsEncore

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~”

The Voice of Sand and Glue

1958Elston GunnWhat have you doneI hear you murmurBut nothing’s coming throughThe Golden ChordsI’m sure I might have appreciatedI like ElvisLittle RichardThe KingsAnd QueensOf Rock-n-RollBold, Raw, Electric SexyWrithing pelvis banned from TVEye liner, purple suitsLong before a PrinceFormed a new generationRebellious youthCollective releaseOf surging endorphinsScreaming, ShriekingOut of controlSneaking back stageInto hotel roomsAnd limousines1962Porous gravelLittered the streetsCoffeeContinue reading “The Voice of Sand and Glue”

Bitter Fruit

Bitter fruitHaunts meGrows within my bonesLikecancer I feel ashamedHurt A veritable maelstromof insane thoughts StabbingMy guts Blunt force traumaBruised Stupid Overlooking empty shadowsOfNevermore Why am I condemned to beThe martyr The fool Ignorant in belief Lost hope We were piratesVampyresDaredevilsSurvivors Kin I held an open door for you And nowIt’s just a coldFrozenHollow dream AContinue reading “Bitter Fruit”

Video for my book Something Witchy This Way Comes

Book is available NOW on #Amazon Something Witchy This Way Comes https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09J799RRB/ref=cm_sw_r_apan_glc_fabc_N02TVE9SGFYAZ37ZS2MK 138 pages, $13.93 available on Amazon

Samhain 101

Celtic rootsPersephone’s taleThe return to DemeterHekate assumes the roleOf watcher of the underworld Bonfire dancePagan circlesWelcoming the harvestAs dark winter approaches The line between death and lifeBlurred, brokenCommunicate with the deadNecromancy altersCelebrationsAncestorsOfferingsPhotographsBreadWineMagnolias Sun wheelsBlazeCattleSacrifice Three daysThree nightsCelebrationOrDeath Celtic men and womenPeople of the villageDress as animalsand monstersProtection from abductionBy fairies and fae To twilightDomains (matthewContinue reading “Samhain 101”

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”

Crimson Leaf

Crimson foliageWelcoming heralding the wayA red carpet for Autumn monthsWinter chill Upon it’s heelsWood burning stove essenceFragrant throughout the airChildhood memories streaming backTime travel almost realInnocenceFrolicking in foliage moundsThe warmth of a fireMarshmallows and hot chocolateDreams of new cartoonsSchool days offPilgrims and MayflowersWithin the crimson leaves

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”

Personal Hell

SpellboundBloodhoundLivid in my veinsA mess all around meSuffocationI can’t breatheMother Superior’sGot a gunThat loaded stealsPointed directly betweenMy eyesThere ain’t no countingFrom one to tenNo time to turn backI forged the bondsOf pain and lonelinessDecades agoRegretRegretStaple gun reasonsShacklesHeavy iron chainsSuspend me to the wallA whipping boy of shameScreaming EchoesAnger and Hatred fillThe Air …Familiarity Does breedContemptThereContinue reading “Personal Hell”

Sand

Sorry,notfeelingquitemyselfHauntedwith the flavourOf melancholy bluesSuicide stripeswith razorteeth I’m lost in a personal hell No saving grace Or Escaping the true fate That I myselfhave forged There are no answersOr secret keysMy shadow if filledwith heavy echoes Reverberating MADNESSthat only I must endure I have fallen inWith quicksandHeavy tar pits ofAncient molasses That killed beastsMuch strongerandContinue reading “Sand”

Factory Girl

You were wild and oh so youngI bet you think this sounds like a songBut beneath a plastic painted Maybelline smileI could feel all of your pain Took up the gunShot your self so full of holesAnything to feel numbAs you were captured on celluloid PoP Art masterpiece museAlways on displayWith a revolving door ofContinue reading “Factory Girl”

Celluloid Memoirs~

Coughing up memories of yesterday Elderberry wine perfume Telephone wire rip cordsWithered voices now silent Alone within hallowed walls Windowpane dusty eyesA vouyer weeps, sleep walkingAmong forgotten giants Gold glitter star once shownBright in the nightNew Moon smile Champagne flowed freelyLike blood in the streetsOf Rome (matthew bowers) ~93

Ouroboros Effect

Writer / Voice – *(matthew bowers)* ~ 93 Editing – Librus Monastico Sound Mix – *(matthew bowers)* ~ 93 An FnB Production2021©

Circle Dance-

Reunite the living and the deadBring peace, prosperity, and unityBring us to the circle of ancient timesEvoking wisdom, in natural realmsWe dance to our own calendar every thousand yearsThe child’s tears in strange blue eyesClouds run like railroadsAlong the soft cobalt skyThe water, plants, blankets poisonedIn our hand we hold their bookFor some beads andContinue reading “Circle Dance-“

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~”

LuLu~

She could wear the smile of a child you see. She could wear anything at all. She’d sparkle like a street lamp at night, as a warm rain washed the grime from the dirty Hollywood streets. She was something more, and the world would one day play catch up, and realize it. She was theContinue reading “LuLu~”

End of Days-(why?)

Afghanistan isA firery pitOf frightened soulsLeaving weapons giftedFor their protectionOnly to be usedAgainst themselves Never taking initiativeOf training and moneyImproved living conditions Collapsing immediatelyWith no retaliationNot using Afghan air forceTo maintain controlOver individual freedoms Giving upConcedingNo retaliationRunningLike mad chickensDecapitated martyrsDropping from aeroplanesRun over by 15 ft wheels Like their countryBad choicesLack of willWhere did thereContinue reading “End of Days-(why?)”

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’”

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”

Moon Prize Reverberation (6)-

Solar nut silkPlant Holy SingleLost Confetti WeighsAbandon Circus PuddingTentacle Reign CumulousMasks Porceline Tub Elevated HighnessCobalt Amber NightFound Muddied OctoberCornucopia Floods DeniedRings Fall HeraldingLawnmower Kisses Gary Busey RhythmMars Virginia SkySink Scars Parked CarsBandaid Method TrotsExcavating Moral JupiterPizza Clouds Form Radio Empathy ClownsDesert Books GiraffeStrawberry Legions SpongeTelevision BonfireOcean Pudding EnvelopeWicker Chain Throat Mirror Grain AsphaltVictorian Horses RenewedLakesContinue reading “Moon Prize Reverberation (6)-“

Love Fast Die Young (and Leave a Good Looking Corpse)- #1

IndianaHomespun DreamsGreener pasturesWhite Lightening fieldsCity lightsCity lifeNuclear explorationAtomic Bomb extremesDoor mouse silent whispersKool air heights in wakeRather starve for artThan die in vainThe poets maskBrilliantBoys and GirlsGirls and BoysKrazeee mixersHopped up on benniesThis Brilliant Single EyeFills my soul whileCasting shadowsThrough velvet curtainsAlong echoing floorsWith great WingsTo the left and to the rightThe house filledThe smellContinue reading “Love Fast Die Young (and Leave a Good Looking Corpse)- #1”

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