Final Girl All the things in the worldThat made no difference in the endI wish that I had knownHow little I knew back then…Turning back the timeI see that something in your eyesA reflection of what might have beenI finally realize….. In a moment You were gone I knew it All alongYou slipped awayYou couldn’tContinue reading “Final Girl”
Tag Archives: #TheCalling #TheCallingStore
Among the Gods
A conversation with Asherah You are identifying your situation and finding and owning resolve!I AM so Very Proud of youI AM so Very Proud to have you as friend…..This world, This medium is So much better because of you You Do feel that right? You Do feel the natural support, emotionally shared by so manyContinue reading “Among the Gods”
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”
Here’s Looking At You
Girl Next-door(Caroline’s Song)
There’s a girl and she lived down the street all alone. No one remembered her smile- She always just laughed “I’m all by myself” but her eyes gave herself away. The pink summer sky started to rain and the radio started to play. Memories came like celluloid dreams. The ending, always the same. So manyContinue reading “Girl Next-door(Caroline’s Song)”
“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©
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”
Writing 101 – Consolidation
Here’s something I wanted to share with you guys. Retrospectively (well had I known people and not experienced what I know now through trial and error)I would join fewer Facebook “poetry” groups. The idea that you want to have an abundance of opportunities is legitimate. Unfortunately, the reality is that a lot of these groupsContinue reading “Writing 101 – Consolidation”
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
Joyful Jubilee
Circular revolution around the sun. Three hundred and sixty five days days gone by and to come. A celebration of angelic arrival. A heralding Ushering a new Era of appreciation growing knowing wisdom compassion caring. The gift of one to all. A still silent voice raising tsunami skies inspiring valiant splendor. The day of birth,Continue reading “Joyful Jubilee”
Transmutation
“Hear” “Here” listen ….Within these words are more than cluesThey are the map! To understanding To successTo the way Of universal Law…… and MagicKHereBefore youAre both Keys And Locks The truthInside youThe essence OfDivinity MB93
Pencil
PencilDirty palmsSmudged paperInterpretContinueSharpenEraseRepeatRepeat againEvaluateEraseFinish MB932022© All art by – Matthew Bowers MB93©
The Tell
Table for threeThe company I keepOpium for my friendsTheir usualNever My cup of tea I’ll take aSugar cubeSlotted spoonA touch of waterOver emerald mistLiquid gatewayCreating perfect loucheMilky delight Heresy RemedyDoors openingTo solitude andTranquilityOh….Let me be madLet me be inspiredLet me be the poetDigesting greenGlow elixir hue Blue dusk mysticReigns over mebelonging to aethernot this earthlyContinue reading “The Tell”
Where You At Jack?
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 the sounds doin’ rounds, up andContinue reading “Where You At Jack?”
Tempest
In the desire to retirefrom writing so to speakwhen all comes to fruitionmore than calling it a dayrather escapingfrom the cosm andmicrocosm dichotomyreleasing of the allaware of distancesilent scorn attention shortdiscarded thoughtsbeing pelted at solitary targetwith a deluge of abandonmarveling at the flight ofso many fairweather friendsso ready to take and toreceive accoladesself serving banquetsneverContinue reading “Tempest”
12
We were off beat generation. Without destination. Circling Circling pigs in the feed. We were not hunters. We gathered no rites. Laymen to nothingness. Spectres of Night. Feral cold wind. We were thieves from birth. Secret rhythms, epic tomes. Voyages of of blind apostles. Roaming the desert forlorn. A prince of princes, a King of kings.Continue reading “12”
Her
I think she was a former addict, a prostitute, as well as a local barfly….. Somehow Somewhere, She lost the precious rose. Long ago with the stolen spark of kindergarten eyes. Up and down these cold and dirty streets, more victim than martyr shot up with track mark abuse. Her pockmarked scars screamed “I amContinue reading “Her”
Thin Ice
Skating on a riftA fine line betweenhallucination, painand partyLost in an array ofconsuming momentsphysical needsblind desires The rush and pulla whipping boy a slaveto yourself and substanceA hostage to PervetinCrystal shards blindDevour essenceAnd soul screams outIn agony cast asideAnd thrownInto a pit ofBlack vipers Laughterguiltgreed…Interchangeablemiddle namesYour true identity hasfaded, some time ago Electrical nuance entersyourContinue reading “Thin Ice”
Pandora’s Box
She smiledYouthfulEnergy The innocence That attractedNothing innocentThat would feedConsumeCarnal Wonton pleasuresDark back alley holidayHer songHer tragedyUsedAbusedRent and soldIs their loveIn happenstance The soft touchPrestige porcelain skinHaunted HungryThe reflection of death Betrays you Frail rail body Wire arms cold legsJohn and Pawns Exchange monies For a chance to feel AliveA cost thatLoses sanityPoor little shiny toyLostContinue reading “Pandora’s Box”
Lost in Transmission
SpiralingDizzyLostGoodbye ShipwreckCrashAgainst FlorescentWall BloodFrail ShallowBreath MelancholyOrbitRoundVenusMars RadiationSicknessDefeatIn Vacuum Wrong turnApocalypse 450° ferinheight The PainInsane withinMy BrainNuclear judgementSmoke stained walls Cattle mutilationIt’s all the same thingTripwire fixxxI bare the scars Chemtrail lungsDisease repentHung in languageNo longer Spoken DisasterWornTornShadow burnDeja VuNever learn Familiarity Self deprication RevealedPortraitOf A Monster Again Again Again Again Bury that mutherfuckerBefore I seeContinue reading “Lost in Transmission”
Seeds of Change
The seed….PlantedBefore…Realized Grown GrowingPersonalStrengthVisionSharedRevelationSpoken throughMuse DustedLong and Silent Shadows Slowly CollectIdentifyRecognizeHarmonizeResonateUnderstanding of aForgotten tongue
A Letter from Judas
Amongst the shadows, I cancel a pain, too afraid to let it out or share, but it is there, writhing, in my hair. I once was strong and sturdy, but never asked for this, oh maybe, Kiss, just let me in, don’t hold me back, let me make you proud! I am the prince, thatContinue reading “A Letter from Judas”
The Experiment
I honestly wanted to have a group of gifted writers, with a common ideology, that could unite us and bring about “change”. A Unity/ Community, something to strive for, a vision of a better future than reality of the day to day that we are exposed to now. I know it must seem naive, butContinue reading “The Experiment”
Neighbors
Moments hang heavyCrawling NakedCold withdrawn inGuilt bound noose Readied soul tiredStarved neglectedFrom deep abandonMourned the Loss Swinging PendulumLooming darkOver flannelLandscape peaks Dust and cigaretteButts collectedIn overgrown pilesOf drepressed remorse Paper wasteUnwritten goodbyesHallmarks of despairRetired earlier before dawn Windowpane witnessReflecting silenceBirds cry their last songsTo the ears deaf to hope Hours days weeks unnoticedLetters and billsContinue reading “Neighbors”
Writing 101 – Msg to a Friend
Thank You for creating an opportunity to actually utilize my experience and process…. Seeing it spelled out before me is very therapeutic since everything I do is to “reactionary” this for me is a form of Shadow Work where I actually take a break from being me in the now, and self reflect! I can’tContinue reading “Writing 101 – Msg to a Friend”
Writing 101 – continued
When writing , this could be applied to a novel or more specifically poetry the “words” themselves do not matter….It’s the essence that the words are placed in, the content, the “before” it is with the “Intent” that you validate a a chosen word…. I ask myself, “if I just read that would I thinkContinue reading “Writing 101 – continued”
Christmas Dream
Ahhh!!!!Here is a lil’ Christmas gift to you All from Librus Monastico & I!!! 🎁🎄🎵🎥✨ I hope you enjoy!!!!!!We Had A Blast putting it together!MERRY CHRISSSSTMAS!!!!!! 🌛🌝🌜93
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”
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)”
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”
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”
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~”
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
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~”
Something Witchy This Way Comes
Join The Calling email list and receive a sample pdf of the New Something Witchy This Way Comes by *(matthew bowers)*~93 <script async data-uid=”50c326cf20″ src=”https://chipper-designer-2807.ck.page/50c326cf20/index.js”></script>
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~”
The Calling 93
PERFECT TRAGEDY Featured on YouTube & The Calling podcast
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 