A poemLike a Phantomrevealing itself from the pastclimbing through the veil into today’s consciousness Poem echos are reverberating within your skulllike a surprise on Easter morningWhen a knock at your door reveals Halloween trick or treaters Bags outlookin’ for candy as you invite children in costume into this realityas an unexpected yet welcomed surprise TheContinue reading “Poem Echoes”
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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”
False Gods(Red Mirage)
Masked in silence Haunted shadows leerLanguidly waiting for aStolen moment Hanging with Baited breath from lintol Beams suspending Heirs of valiant foliage ofHellenistic proportions Gardens curtain doorways Humid breath wafting fromBeyond the entrance Specters Shadows Djinn Ascend wallsCrossing ceilings Zigzagging To and fro Back and forth High and low Succubus whispers Call to you CallingContinue reading “False Gods(Red Mirage)”
The Code Of Hammurabi
The Code Of Hammurabi They Omitted my nameTried to strip we of My powerMy InfluenceMy Touch of chaos Fear expressed asSilence by the King ofBabylon himselfWearing the shroud of ParaskevidekatriaphobiaAkkadian diorite steleCarved in EbonyUnearthed and ForeverDepicting in the oldest LawsThe eternal Sun God ShamashDictates the rules for Man I amthe unwantedThirteenth guestwith a kiss fromContinue reading “The Code Of Hammurabi”
2 B Royal Sexy
Electric SexyPurple ReignDeep knowingCosmic AwarenessBrilliance Radiating fromA Violet star Noble PassionWeakens kneesBreaking rocks With waves of Lust and DesireDancing NobilityChaos circles Leaps and boundsComplete and Total controlOver everyMuscle And NuanceThrough musicRoyaltyBorn of the crownMaster of motionMelody emotionIn the glass reflectionOf a television screenI have realized my dream MB93
Ceremony Girl
Here is a piece exclusively from Something Witchy This Way Comes, published by Deadmans Press Ink *available on Amazon, link for the Deluxe 2nd edition is featured below Casting the magick essence of Gaia, stoking the flames of eternal goddess, the delicate voice of ancient wisdom, shines in her eyes….. Within her ancient soul, liesContinue reading “Ceremony Girl”
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Letter to Stephen
Dear Stephen: Thank you, It was absolutely lovely to hear from you today. It’s quite amazing how receiving a simple parcel can brighten one’s day. Your words have filled the void of your absence. What a wonderful glimpse into the boy that would become the man, the writer! I can’t help but envision the soundtrackContinue reading “Letter to Stephen”
Amethyst Dreams
She came to meLike rolling thunderUnderneath valerian skyWe opened up a portal toA rabbit hole akashic mindWormwood splintersEmerald mistsMy tongue languid I breathe your eyes Reclaim the gameInsane refrain Ritual hunters that Bare no blameI smile out loud asthe matchstick strikesSulfur fills the air of nightSugar spoonWaxing Gibbous MoonRosetta lips I call to youThe lunarContinue reading “Amethyst Dreams”
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”
Stray
Childhood lost in an instant of unforseen danger. It wasn’t quite ten o’clock when the sharp piercing thunder echoed from across the street. An evening run to the local Seven-Eleven went sideways,horribly wrong. Without the chance of realization, the body dropped to the broken sidewalk, heavy, in slow motion, with the low thudof a fallingContinue reading “Stray”
Night
ForlornI wish I wasn’t bornBut here I amUnderneath a grey sky Ringing in the distanceThe smell of saltFills the air I remember yesterday’sI remember daysYou didn’t care Soon the emptinessWill fall into the nightAnd disappearInto the darknessWhere youCan be togetherAs one
Haven
This was an experiment of taking Two types of poetry writing and blending them into a single piece. Firstly the poem has to be 100 words (exactly). Secondly it’s called a “breathing poem” and the point of this exercise is not using punctuation, no commas, no periods. Your reading mind creates the breaks. I’ve NeverContinue reading “Haven”
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”
The Last Howl
The last howlHas left my bonesNo hungerNo thirstNo vision of morrowThe rapture isn’t comingThis is here and now No ShangriLaNo NirvanaNo HeavenNo HellMaybe just the LawlessnessOf purgatory An eternity of timeTo reflectAnd beWithout decayJust seeAll of the wretchednessThat there has always beenWhat you wearAs both understanding And warmth You get it….It’s never been about KarmaOrContinue reading “The Last Howl”
Writing 101- The Path
This was a special piece for me because it came out of a rather dark place and mindset for me. As I wrote it and followed the direction of the muse, I was able to find a semblance of hope. The answers that you may find, through the organic process, following promptings of the universeContinue reading “Writing 101- The Path”
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What Would Sylvia Plath Do
Embrace your weirdness.Above all else this is your true expression. Harboring harbingers steal knives in the night that mock the very lines of your jugular. There is no balance of peace and emotional irregularity. Blue vapours pass through lace and ivory, breeding within the very marrow of your bone. If you are as I, escapeContinue reading “What Would Sylvia Plath Do”
Irina Eclipse
With the eclipseLight and darknessEqualsBrother and sister danceHolding momentsBefore passingStarsMarsVenusScarsMeeting inUniversalIntervalsSpinningEach caughtIn the throwsOf gravitational pullDaughter of EternityIlluminated child ofShadowsShe breathesExistsWithin twoWorldsThe blackThe whiteThe knowledge ofEternityShe Is magnificentPulling tidesControlling mindsWith subtle motionMadness takes sanityThe forgotten goddessWorshipped by tribesBeyond the sunSacrifices madeIn her nameZiggurat of UrOlmec pyramidsCeremonial dancingBlood lettingCreatures of the nightThe balance of lifeAndDeathShe isContinue reading “Irina Eclipse”
Writing 101 – The Universe is Within You
Poets and writers could and should pull from their past experiences to give honesty and depth to their pieces. I myself am not a poet, nor will I ever be. I am a vessel that transcribes words, phrases, occasional rhymes, in to pieces from ethereal promptings, muse, the universe, Monad?I let go of myself, andContinue reading “Writing 101 – The Universe is Within You”
Asherah
Mother Goddess Of IsraelWife of YahwehFertility GoddessMother of the IsraelitesWorshiped throughout time While Israel stood As a nationIn the homesImages of Her DivinityDecorated the housesThe TemplesAnd The Shrines Hosted withinTHE Temple of SolomonHer image Carved from WoodWomen wove Hangings for HerIN HONOUR And in forest grovesShe the heiressConsort to the God most highUntil…She wasn’t MonotheisticHebrew’sOfContinue reading “Asherah”
Lunar Pull
Transcending physical Spiritual matters drawnUpon the lunar tides abyssLuring procuring essencesRecurring obscuring shadowsOf the blood moon nightMagicKal practical heady windsDrawn up on the inner wisdomDesires beyond pagan reproachThe tides of crystalline oceansStretch and pull the undertowsSandy planes lay barren remorseAs naive children turn awayAnd lose themselves in the fireOf eternal remorse MB93
Poets-Rock Stars- and Holymen
Poets-Rock Stars- and Holymen Sending messages out into this vast beautiful worldas prophets, apostles, messengers. Voices echoed throughout the agessonnets and prose expose the underlying cause of human affliction to the masses upon the tongues of archetypes, angels, and the resurrected muse of ALL. Prophesy and tales of good versus evil carried on the windContinue reading “Poets-Rock Stars- and Holymen”
A Breath from the Universe. Monad. the Muse…..
Here is my bodyFill meI am they vesselI have slain egoProstate myself before YouDivine glory Hidden whispersSecret vowelsMagick fills my bowelsAnd I reap all thatYou have me Sow
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Handsom
Handsome used to refer to women a lot in the earlier part of this century. Even the first usages of handsome towards a woman took me aback at first….I “think” that for me anyways….. (Though it may sound hypocritical) That using “beautiful” towards a male is an elevation of appreciation rather than talking about someone’sContinue reading “Handsom”
Yvonne De la Vega
I don’t have any wordsI’m silent cold in shadowAngels fall phoenix riseLife is a cruel muthafuckerVoices and brilliance echoesWhen it’s good… it’s Damn GOOD!I’ve written gospels in the sandOnly to be taken away painfullyBy the salty tongue of realityGoddesses are most beautifulWhen you hear them ROAR!!!!Tiny daggers find their way Through your veins… and intoYourContinue reading “Yvonne De la Vega”
Waking
MorningMorning laterMorningInto the afternoon Hungover skySulking through decadesOf sobriety The lens of visionBeholds the sunWith tired Heavy Eyes MB932022
St. Vincent
St. Vincent I see in your EyesYou might be smiling.For someLoveIs justAFour Letter word MB93@2022©
“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.””
The Succubus Graveyard
Silent Weathered madnessInner TurmoilLeft for RotHermitessLying skeletal remainsBoning marrowSelf abuseSexual corruptionNaive to the truthOf Eternal darknessShaking ThunderViolent turbulenceGrief DeSire…Faux Goth…Licking the tongueOf … an AspCleopatra feignFire consumes anEmpty HeartlessSoul MB932022©
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”
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)*
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 shown Bright in the night New Moon smile Champagne flowed freelyLike blood in the streetsOf Rome
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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?”
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 