The very act of “seeking” to “improve” oneself…. Is the very act of Spiritual Alchemy.Spiritual Alchemy is like poetry.There are no rules. Only good and bad. This actions on either side of the spectrum must be measured according to Universal LAW, for there Is no light with out darkness just as there is no darknessContinue reading “Spiritual Alchemy in the Grey”
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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
Here’s Looking At You
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”
St. Vincent
St. Vincent I see in your EyesYou might be smiling.For someLoveIs justAFour Letter word MB93@2022©
This is 2022
Everyone’s war starts somewhereIt can be within ourselvesIt can come at us from outsideThey can try to break us downThey can try to take us overThey can try to make us one of THEM In my blood, I share your bloodI remember my grandfather’sFurry hat and long jacketNow I see their bloodMy bloodOur blood WeContinue reading “This is 2022”
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”
Wilcox
Hollywood Nuance / Wilcox (Cover Ideas thus far) *********************************** The Wilcox Bldg. Now the Wilcox Duet, it was Hollywood’s pink, mecca of our Rock n Roll society. Modern day Babylon, Sodom and Gomorrah. Tweakers n Tinseltown. Faceless rock stars, royalty in their own mind, performing sold out shows, at the Flavian Amphitheater. Revelry, debauchery, SwimmingContinue reading “Wilcox”
There is No Room Upon My Altar
There is no room upon my altar for a Christ that gave away his life for useless intentions The scapegoat became the savior for the people of guilt Their final cries echo the release in hopes of being forgiven within deathbed confessionals Those born and raisedbeing spoon fed fear from birth blindly following corrupted manipulationContinue reading “There is No Room Upon My Altar”
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?”
Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs
Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs It’s a lazy Tuesday eveningAnd the sky is mumblingsongs of jubilant colors.Shades of night are etchedacross the sky. There’s a poignant,rank stench, that fills the airlike spoiled malt liquor. If you’re not careful man,It’ll curl up them noise hairsYou got hanging fromYour nostrils…… I never gotContinue reading “Broken Street Lights, Spilt Beer & Other Love Songs”
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
Writing 101 The Rhyme
On writing a poem with rhymed inflection, it’s how you paint and tell such beauty Within a rhyme structure that needs to be so profoundly articulated. With rhyming poems,I think So few poets/ writers realize, that the importance does not fall upon the rhyming words, but rather rely upon them to hold a piece together.RatherContinue reading “Writing 101 The Rhyme”
Enchantress (undead)
Silver silence cascades through winter trees of elm and birch. Naked fingered branches stretch and yawn while standing erect in military grace. Softly, elegantly, she glides through the night. Dead, undead she remembers the love and pain captured in the human heart. The desire, the fire, the soft caress of a velvet touch. Centuries, memoriesContinue reading “Enchantress (undead)”
Tragedy in the Details
Tragedy in The Details Obviously UnimportantAs it doesn’t serve theself-serving withloose agendasRazors, FavoursEfforts genuinely received but never quid pro quo Time… Vision… Execution…Lost in a pseudo rhythm Self styled Outlawworking 9 to fuckin’ 5… The pen does scribbleAbstract, misspelled rants that even in this moment …I wonder if Intentional orunknowingly by default A “poets poets” thatContinue reading “Tragedy in the Details”
The Forest Through the Trees
Thoughts of mourning In the morning ColdWinter’s breathBlue lips of the divineHaunted flowersRise with mystic holinessLaughing brooks cryAnd carry grave notesAlong it’s shallow bankRed, orange, and yellow Leaves have fallenBeneath a moonlit skyThat’s drawingCobalt painted backdropOf my finalResting place *(matthew bowers)* ~93© all rights reserved
Patriarchal Heathens
This is a poem from my book Something Witchy This Way Comes Goddess worship Was the beginningWitchcraft the wayBringing life into this worldMaking needed rainfallRaising crops In dying fieldsGranting protection To soldiers of ancient warsHuman society The bond of creation The understanding Of life, death, and sacrifice Mother Gaia… Many cultures , many names…. ItContinue reading “Patriarchal Heathens”
Winter Woman
From the Deluxe’ Edition of Something Witchy This Way Comes… #deadmanspressinkI’d like to share one of the Bonus Poems featured……. 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 lostContinue reading “Winter Woman”
Winter Woman
From the Deluxe’ Edition of Something Witchy This Way Comes… #deadmanspressinkI’d like to share one of the Bonus Poems featured……. 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 lostContinue reading “Winter Woman”
~Amy Winehouse~
English, smokey, jazz house bluesIn youth so Innocent so much to loseSo raw and talented pop star dreamsBefore the demons rose, and took her beingHave you seen her in her ballerina shoesCovered with blood track mark abuseA soul, her soul, taken awayHeroin, Liqueur til she couldn’t playHer love, brought addiction, then disappearedLeaving her helpless, anContinue reading “~Amy Winehouse~”
Photograph
It is in a momentHe holds her in his handsTracing her cheekWishing moreThan he’d like to admitThat SheWere here WarmSoftVelvet smilePatchouli whispersSparkling eyes He lost himselfCaught off balanceRemoved from timeEntrancedSpellbound MagicKCapturing Him He felt AliveWhen they wereConnected SpeakingSecretRhythmicLanguage MemoriesHe hopes that theyWouldCouldShare togetherRuminated withinHis skull echoing Sunset anxietyFears of her fallingAway Unpacking boxesOf potential yesterdaysContinue reading “Photograph”
Justice Among The Stars***
Golden glitter stars line either side of HOLLYWOOD Boulevard. It was “The” Iconic walkway back in the day. I remember feeling a little more than gypped to be honest when I found out that anyone could simply purchase one of those suckers on their own, if you had the Ca$h. Still, I was fuckin’ gladContinue reading “Justice Among The Stars***”
Coming Soon…..
My Next book release projects are in the works…. These will both be released this year. Harlequin Sky & MagicK Moon
Diamonds and Glass
Natives and amphetamine smilesA delightful topsy turvy table top tangoWhispers of desert sun run downThe length of your back Into pools ofOblivion Trailblazing riders Come from the EastChain gangs motorcycle Leather Hidden pounds of Mexican go-goCrystaline CartelSwitchblades and Friday Night Specials WatchersWatch PushersPush and Push with ViolentPowerful Perro EyesThe scent of Canine dangerThe acrid scentContinue reading “Diamonds and Glass”
Acid Test
I’d be with teens my age… And they would “dose” to “party”…. I Never understood thatIt was Truly beyond my comprehensionIn me, Through me we’re All answers and secrets of the universe!!!! And They were giggling over trailers their hands wound make when waved in the air!!! Those precious moments, Tripping BALLS, Is a fineContinue reading “Acid Test”
Writing 101 – Control
It’s funny how a piece once started takes its own direction and creates its own articulation… I find the best way for me to write is to get out of “it’s” way and remove myself from the moment, surrender any kind of dictating control, and together… We breath.
Wayward Pine
Friday Night lightStreet lamp amber glowDust incognito smileFreshly driven snowUnder apple blossom sky Children wander far and nearDreams ignite fire mindsTaunting turningHaunting burning Silhouette glistenBeneath a hollow moon Moments hung as feline broodWithin Kat jaws of fate alignedMourning comes in honouringInnocence lost and blind *(Matthew bowers)* ~93©2022
2:26 am Musings on a Thursday Morning
2:26 am Musings on a Thursday morningI stopped to writeAs it comes over me Expression RepressionDevastation freedomReleasing painHumbled by self worthThat’s my calling cardI Keep in My back pocket Joy Division Synchronicity Self manifestationSkrying words from AetherTranscending desire I long to be wholeMore than vagrantWithin my skinA squatter withinThis flesh of restlessnessTo journeyTo take flightContinue reading “2:26 am Musings on a Thursday Morning”
Punk Hostage Press
If the day stopped…The earth no longer turnedThe sun could suffocateI would accept that with a BANGIn this moment Of true radiant happinessI am simply humbled knowingThat True Heros Exist Here and in the NowWithin this modern ageNeon eyes. Electric smile.Talented, Generous, Inspiring Angelic Souls and I am Thankful…To be part of such a World***ToContinue reading “Punk Hostage Press”
To Beat or Not to Beat
Ringing loud like distant thunder a fall from grace comes down from under fireflies beneath the sky glimmer glammer radio waves and neon nights. There were days on end that stretched for miles blood stains painted on lenolium tiles a hammer comes down without a sound with no remorse upon the crown. Vanity insanity theContinue reading “To Beat or Not to Beat”
A Message of the Ages
Tired
Melancholy realizationsAwaken beneath blanketsOf pain, heartbreak, remorseAnd what is leftIs the tale end of a realityThat gave you comfortNever… Never existedThis whole timeLaughter of echoesHaunt youMock youYou are aloneYou were AlwaysAloneThere was NothingNo saving grace Only lies upon liesThat youYourself createdThat you were makingA differenceThatPeople ….Cared Six feet underWith machete blade lungsBreatheBreathe in the realityThatContinue reading “Tired”
Writing 101 – “policing”
When You’re a good writer, you “write” for the right reasons, that’s a given…. That is within You before you even write!That is your heart, intention and desire. (I’m not exactly sure what “wrong” reasons would be…. ) To me thinking about that would make me very self conscious… Limit me in every moment, “policing”Continue reading “Writing 101 – “policing””
If I Were Andy Warhol
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”
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”
Irina
Child of darknessSpoils of the nightTossing TurningThrough Hellfire gatesMagick laughterLicking the smilingFaces from withinThe VoidIt is hereWithin This realmThat I fallBefore your name (Matthew Bowers) ~93©2021
Unjust
There are scenes of freedom that define you, electric wind on a cold morning sail. Razor sharp whispers cut through gossip and fog, an army of tent dwellers gather ’round fires… catching warmth and bleeding neon sacrament from holy veins. Princess Myrcella Baratheon fallen by a single poisonous kiss.The actions of Judas unrequited.The actions ofContinue reading “Unjust”
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 