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~”
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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’”
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”
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)*~93Β© 2021
The Calling Begins~
The vacant silence of voices,no longer in the windβ¦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 callingβ¦An empty community bondswith distantand far away eyesβ¦ (matthew bowers) ~93Β© allContinue reading “The Calling Begins~”
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)-“
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 itβ¦. Not use it As a distraction Or “Party”β¦. 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-“
Curtain Call ~
As Jim lie there, stage cold, lightsTurned ON. But not him. Sweat.Leather. Dying breath. He felt the wine, dying on the vineβ¦ recognized the Indians, and the smell of antifreeze. With the breath of an angel, he heard the voice, There Are No Partners, Friends, or bruthasβ¦.In this world, like all worldsYou are aloneβ¦Atone forContinue reading “Curtain Call ~”
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”
