Time is a curiosity, fluid yet stationary. Time moves moments in light speed, or halts to barely a crawl. Within the context of these abstract actions, our lives get punctuated by abstract events. The heros and sages, voices of other generations, so loud and vibrant brought direction. From the ancient days of greek philosophers upContinue reading “Changing of the Guard”
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Mother~
MotherHear my voiceMy distant callUpon your nameMy blessingAnd my rising starThrough the good timesThe bad and rain In a breathYou were many thingsSaviorMartyrBlessed GoddessSecret name You loved usThrough your trialsThat were devouringYou from within Mother EagleMother BearMother LionMother’s careAs protected childrenWe were safeIn your presenceOf Nature’s grace Your divine spiritIs living onInside of usShining beyondTheContinue reading “Mother~”
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”
Electric Nosferatu
Evil is cruelIt so often plays the victimWhile you keep watch For an unassuming Attack From behind! To the throat, through the jugularTearing, ripping The flesh now gone The bloodIts essenceFlows wild But NO!!!!!! Cruel, true Evil Hides, shamelessBeneath a blanket of doubt! Waiting for you To feed HIM NarcissistsThe Energy Vampyres That Crave YourContinue reading “Electric Nosferatu”
Magick of Innocence-
Her song could be heardCarried upon a distant windBlue with fireAnd sentimental dreamsThe feeling of true abandonmentBrushed against my cheekChaos theorySex magicKNecromancyCircles of magesWhispering foolsSpelling out incantationsUnder a waning moonThere is no fearNor tears in her eyesThe breezes caresses her pale skinBeneath cobalt blue skiesHer songHer songOf pain and desireAs old as timeAs the flamesContinue reading “Magick of Innocence-“
Roman Holiday-
Across the cobblestone store fronts with the dreams of dreams to come I both long to learn to love you As a silhouette swallows me Every sound I hear becomes you I feel your highness in my very wake One on one I have become you As we are we and something you cannot shakeContinue reading “Roman Holiday-“
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”
Egyptian Queen~
WithinDesert windsA myriad of loversA sister heirMurdered for powerLegendsTalesSongsCelluloidBring her everlastingYouthShe was a viperCourageous lionPhoenix risingThe desert jewelOf which no otherBeautyCould compareHer legacyHer travestyShe wasThe LastPharaohThe ThroneOfAlexandriaOfEgyptLostToTime *(matthew bowers)*~93© 2021
Grihastha~
I’ve seen Angels comeButterfly wings in DecemberGolden halos danceValentine eyesDeep black poolsOf wonder, and InnocenceIs she a princess?More than a bride A simple glanceCan break a manand the air is thickfull of anxious rhythem.A low hum drums throughPalace walls of marbelElegant majesty, olive skinIs she a princess?More than a bride Behind the cover of theContinue reading “Grihastha~”
The Calling Begins~
The vacant silence of voices,no longer in the wind…Not planting the seeds of growth and change.Falling short of desirethe unrealized vision that longs to be sharedI feel the trembling cold numbnessbeing alone in this plight.There is no echo, no howlno answer to the calling…An empty community bondswith distantand far away eyes… (matthew bowers) ~93© allContinue reading “The Calling Begins~”
Kiss~
Carry on in shadows and deathSilhouettes dance, long, thin, darkEmpty alley, brick, neon signHunger strikes, midnight hourHaunting, vacant, distant eyesRoaming, corners, huntingVelvet black, noir caressA calling, vibration, smell of bloodMirror, casting no reflectionHer name is danger, heathen lustEven now, red like roseSubtle smile from the corners riseCanine dripping primal screamEcho… Echo… blood drainedA howl cryContinue reading “Kiss~”
Forgotten Goddesses(The Patriarch Repression)~93
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)~93”
Sister Morphine~ The More Phine The Better. Hollywood 90-94~
Things were Crazy back in the day, days blurred together, then into weeks and months…time had no definition, it just passed through us, like ghosts carried on a breeze of after thoughts… never quite tangible, or within reach. Simple echos, and shadows, and pieces of dreams, never coming into focus, or coming to fruition.But inContinue reading “Sister Morphine~ The More Phine The Better. Hollywood 90-94~”
Down The Rabbit Hole (again)-
I never could escape itIt’s rather beem my life’s missionThe curioser get curiouserAnd I dive into one rabbit holeafter another I’ve seen and experienced the most wonderful thingsThings that would make you thinkthat I was truly madColors, rhythms, alien lifeHollywood BoulevardU.F.O.s in flight I’ve seen spirits blow open doorsHide away in dark fire escapesThere’s theContinue reading “Down The Rabbit Hole (again)-“
Hollywood Vampyres~
Here we areBefore the sunriseDangerous gamesIn an eternity’s eye Cold veinsWe are like the windYou can’t touch usBut we can touch you Cat and mouseYou are blind preyYou can’t see usBut we can see you Jumping offHillside lettersTallHOLLYWOODLANDYou Couldn’t rememberWe’ll never forget 1923Porcelain skin purityPearl necklacesLongThinNecks JazzCrazy anticsIt was beautifulWe were free We are vampyresElegantOnceContinue reading “Hollywood Vampyres~”
The Jack Parsons’ Project~
Inspired by a dreamA boy, a small boyWith BIG comic book ideasBlasting through the ether18 minutes long1902 releaseA vision upon celluloidA Trip to the MoonIgnitesA child’s mind a flameInto a Raging fireImpossibleToExtinguishBig Bombs, Blast, Bang, BoomAnd rockets try to take offVrooooom!!!To themHe isA joke to scienceA loose cannonOn the campusAt Caltech J ustP layingL loudlyContinue reading “The Jack Parsons’ Project~”
Universal Revelations
I’ve had many a psychic Spiritual awakening Revelations The trick Is to “be” in it…. Not use it As a distraction Or “Party”…. But find yourself being aware Searching for hidden meanings Appreciating The very fabric of life itself! Knowing And understanding That in the same moment That we are part of something Much biggerContinue reading “Universal Revelations”
Poets Who Really Hate Poets-
Poets Who Really Hate PoetsThat about sums it upYou are thatIn your false goddess chairWithout a careCouldn’t dare to give a shitAbout somethingAnyone, it would appearExceptYourself of courseLook at meI’m so WitchyOrnate silverPretend gothYou love words?Or do you need themTo exercise your demonsDr. Pimple PopperOn your backSqueezingThe vile fake out of youAre You realAre YouContinue reading “Poets Who Really Hate Poets-“
She Was More Than That-
She was moreThanTHATShe was moreThan divineThe cruelnessOf the worldShe KnewAtThe tenderAgeOfSix“Don’t take candy from strangers”Or“Creepy old neighbors that leer”MenRarely have good intentionsAnd I?Am ashamedI’m as guilty of being a manAs I am of being “White”People will see meThink what they willI have No control over thatIn her eyesI Still see the innocenceThe FireThe adventureOf aContinue reading “She Was More Than That-“
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 ~”
(The Escapism)~93
The last howlHas left my bonesNo hungerNo thirstNo vision of morrowThe rapture isn’t comingThis is here and nowNo ShangriLaNo NirvanaNo HeavenNo HellMaybe theLawlessnessOf purgatoryAn eternity of timeTo reflectAnd beWithout decayJust seeAll of the wretchednessThat there has always beenThat you wearAs both understandingAnd warmthYou get it….It’s never been about KarmaOr Dogma, or RitesMass graves dugAnd buriedContinue reading “(The Escapism)~93”
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”
Going Down?
All good things come to an endStanding on the edge of the precipiceLooking down into the voidOf creative oblivionToo closeDistracted contemplationIs a dangerous ventureLose your sightLose your footingIt’s a long way for whereYou intended to beOnce you start to fallThere is no stoppingFasterFaster stillNo slowingOr coming backFrom a misstepUponThe slippery slope (matthew bowers) ~93© 2021
Lady Stardust
GlamSlamTelegram SamGlitterCongosTryranasaurus beatBlack lion’s maneGraced by Major TomSilver jumpsuitPlatform bootsShooting starCosmic dancerThe youth hypnotizedBy his animal graceDalai lama rock-‘n’-rollElectric guitar dreams criedAnother shooting star lostCaptured, frozen in timeProphets, Seers and SagesThe Angels of the sagesT-RexCar wrecksNear Gipsy laneA fortune teller of his own regardAs a child he had knownAs a child he had grownInto anContinue reading “Lady Stardust”
There is No Room Upon My Alter-
There is no room upon my alter for a Christ that gave away his life for useless intentions. The scapegoat became the savior of the people of guilt. Their final cries echo the release in hopes of being forgiven within deathbed confessionals. Those born and raised, being spoonfed fear from birth follow blindly the corruptedContinue reading “There is No Room Upon My Alter-“
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 