If I were Andy WarholThe things that I would seeIf I were Andy Warhol All the things that we could be If I were Andy WarholCamera, paint, in handI would capture AmericaAs it Truly isAnd one day They would understand If I were Andy WarholOne day I would be seenMore than character, artist PoP cultureContinue reading “If I Were Andy Warhol”
Tag Archives: #poetrycommunity
The Echo of Metatron 2021
Don’t ever be arrogant, act spoiled nor like that of an egg left in the sun, don’t be cruel, or self righteous for that’s the equivalent of kicking yourself in your ass. You end up shooting yourself in your own foot and invariably just doing stupid shit. Those things you speak of are “Ego” andContinue reading “The Echo of Metatron 2021”
New Release Deluxe’
Special Thanks to Hex’m J’ai & R.M. Engelhardt of…Dead Man’s Press Ink for All of their efforts as well as patients (Hex I’m looking at You!) and making MagicK possible!93 *NEW* Deluxe Edition Publishing of Something Witchy This Way Comes. Published by Deadmanspressink This is my first book release, and has been well recieved allContinue reading “New Release Deluxe’”
Celestial Archer
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”
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
From Something WitchyThis Way Comes~here is Ode To Hekate Available HERE on Amazon!NEW Deluxe edition publishedMore content, More features…Fully Illustrated!!!(Over 50 poems & 140 pages)SAME Low price! $13.93(other books will have 60-80 pgs.and co$t you $12- $16More MagicK &More Bangfor your buck!!! Something WitchyThis Way Comes https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09J799RRB/ref=cm_sw_r_apan_glt_fabc_ADCSGTV7NGTEHR0J6XCD
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”
Book Sales Placement?
93 I recently released a book of poetry on October 31, 2021 on All Hallows Eve. It is available currently in paperback form on Amazon. I have had pretty good success marketing through social media, Facebook. Instagram and TikTok. I was wondering if there was any place that you would know of that would beContinue reading “Book Sales Placement?”
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”
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”
Pheonix in Dance
GloriousPerfectionSelf-reflectionBorn of FireWith True DirectionFrom FlamesTo AshesTo Flames againA renewalTemperedSpiritualAlchemyFriendContinueToRiseIgnite theSKYIlluminateYour truthThere’sNothingTo HideBesideThe DragonThe strengthProudNobilityReachingInsideYou’ve foundThe KeyIts always been thereNow with nurturingFrom chrysalisTo butterflyYour livingAgainPureImpuritiesRemovedThe CallingOf this vesselBrings lightInto viewRise UpHigherRise UpBrighterGo forthWhere IcarusFailedShare the wordA livingTaleReborn………… (matthew bowers) ~93© all rights reserved
Electric Word
Bed timeStory lineLiquid imagination The author, poetComes to lifeIn the mind’s eyeOf creation Character’s yellingLaughing, cryingAs the alchemist’sPractice Scrying Whispering The sirens singThe gods recievingOfferings Retelling mythsAndAncient talesPropheciesAnd parables Campfire nightmaresFull moon eclipseGhosts and goblinsFrom the abyss PagesYellowedTornAnd Worn Neon thunderThe child’s born New world keysDimensional beingsTime travelerAdventureCelestial meanings Line by lineWord upon wordForming kingdomsWhereContinue reading “Electric Word”
Death’s Beauty
SilenceMourningMorningFateKissesSoftlyBeyondDeathsGate HungerWickedAbsyntheDelightDisappearBeforeComingLight HoldingDarknessDistantVeilTragicTurnsPiercingNails MysteryHiddenEyesUnseenMortalCoilLifeBetween TouchingDarknessFadingBlackDesireCallingTurningBack MomentsVanishConsumedWithinHeavenHellWithoutSin FallenAngelsDancingFireGod’sIllusionBurningPyre ComeWelcomeMyEscapeHolyLiesBeneathNightscape TiredWornCemeteryEyesEmbracingBeautySurrenderingButterflies (matthew bowers) ~93
Walking the Dead
Simple animationFlickeringbroken lines drawnblack and white ……While the youth laugh A chariot to FulsomeCarryingnonbelieverswithout sin ……Lord have mercy German city tenantsDisturbingopen gravesno hope to give ……Achtung mornings A wild man from BorneoKeeps secretscrawls back insideyesterday’s lies ……All’s forgiven With purple shades drawnWalking the dead With purple shades drawnWalking the dead Hunger rises taking namesSpreads likeContinue reading “Walking the Dead”
Frantic
Panic in the back roomDangerous eyes dartback and forthCheap unspoken labourCold tile sweat poursstreaks of chaotic numbnessHeart palpitations Ring LOUDjitterbug anxiousnessFever gut punch rollWalls crash silhouette laughThrough black window drawn curtain Event horizonMonday mocking rises5am cooler snapTime clock stopMoments vibrate executionRegister rings buzzzzzBells ThunderArcane madnessFace reality of self proclaimedExileinto the streetsAngst loaded jawHeavy handedLiquid fuelContinue reading “Frantic”
Friday Night Live~
Spotlights shineWarm theBlindingIn your eyesFacelessCrowdsSilent TheEverymanChangedCreatedTHEScene…Busting up rules “First thoughtBest thought” InspirationRainsDownLike a DeityRolling,MuseRecoiling. ParentsHide their kidsFromCloudsOfSmoke ReeferA couple ofBenniesAmphetamineRitualsCigarettes&Beer New YorkAnd San FranciscoTaxi DriversThem craziesHave more stories WildExperiencesBecause THEY!They’ve seenAnd been through itALL LikeThe fixture in the cornerShadowedSilhouetteStoic FormNot stirringOrMurmuringBothTaking it All inAnd is ObliviousTo it All The crackingRedLeatherBarstoolSeat cover HomeTo the ravenA crowAnContinue reading “Friday Night Live~”
Seasons of Change-
Apples fall seasonedCrisp cinnamon delightsPantries- screen doors-Open to the Fall airPumpkins and potato sacksRich dreams embrace the cold… where sunflowersTower like Gods in the gardenLeftover ants scurry in linesRetracing paths, carrying waterTo their goddess queenAnd colors explode In an event horizonReds, Yellows, Oranges Fill the Autumn sky… *(matthew bowers)* ~93
Zoso~
I ain’t got No Time for egosAin’t got No Time for Dime store principalsAin’t got to time to be pushed aroundAin’t Got No Time for YOUBetter mind your mannersWhen you look both ways to cross the street at nightHeaven help the tired and sick that are gonna make things turn out Right…..Pick yourself up offContinue reading “Zoso~”
Decade of Decadence-
Jigsaw pieces, memories, I recall living the dream. The tik of tok reverberating clock the glitter of the scene. Long night’s drawn into an early morning’s trap. Crystal vision, neon makeup, broken mirror dreams. UnHoly nights undead teens lingering in New York and Los Angeles. The bitter fruit of yesterday’s folly has left us nakedContinue reading “Decade of Decadence-“
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… What 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 youI can show youContinue reading “Time For Change-“
Mysteries Unknown-
Mysteries Unknown- I’m an empty glassWith no reflectionMy shadow bareOf what remains Toxic logicVulnerable mindCollecting dustUponthis forgottenBar I think I really did itThis time Within the uniformOf a foolA screaming mimeFlailing shadow wordsAt strangersAnd curbsideapostles My guts decayBound inKnotsClenchedto hard tobreathe I’ve said to muchI’ve Opened these scarsThe hissssssss of regretEscapes into the vile airContinue reading “Mysteries Unknown-“
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 