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Universal Rhythm~

Emulate, radiate, one day be as great, shine like the sun, without falling. Icarus Icarus have I learned nothing at all… We must learn our strengths and be kind with tempered egos, I’ve read the writing on the wall. Summer Sunset before Fall. Beauty comes with many faces and songs. From Montana Skies even toContinue reading “Universal Rhythm~”

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~”

Awake~

AwakeMy VampyreMy childrenOf the nightNocturnal harvestEver in bloom We take refugeFrom the early hoursBeneath hidden wallsWe are the desireWe are what is left of manWe are the true breedCollectivePerfectBeautifulWe are the godsCenturies old and wise The foolish rodentsWalk and laugh ignorantWhispering talesAnd singing songsOf their own lamentCrimson warmth flowsFreely withinTheir paper skinFor we areWho weContinue reading “Awake~”

Mountain Meadows-

Eyes once dry Marbles shootAgainst Cat’s EyesGodfather cracksPlacementBeyond the safetyOf the protectiveCircle Like ripplesMosquitoesOnKamikaze missionsBuzzzzzzzzzOver headIn perfect formationLike covered wagonsSomewhere in Utah Before the masses Blood and oceansSettler’s livesTakenAndBlamedOnThe Red man FramedFor SlaughterHistory books hideThe white washed liesWhere there is no honor Or Redemption In a secret coupHoly WarAgainst a NationThat throws innocentsInto the meatContinue reading “Mountain Meadows-“

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 shownBright in the nightNew Moon smile Champagne flowed freelyLike blood in the streetsOf Rome (matthew bowers) ~93

Ouroboros Effect

Writer / Voice – *(matthew bowers)* ~ 93 Editing – Librus Monastico Sound Mix – *(matthew bowers)* ~ 93 An FnB Production2021©

Alien Boy-

Two cool barrelsUpward ceiling boundMetallic taste of oilAnd steel, denounceDespair and pain 45 horses cumA Colt on the vergeOf release….. THUNDER and red red rainAgainst virgin wallsDown into poolsUpon the floor Where Iron fillsThe open airWith the inevitableStenchOf death Efforts are lost Wasted The lackOf quid pro quo The busiest pensNotable friendsArmed with quillsAnd WifiContinue reading “Alien Boy-“

Spoken Flow~

Somewhere along the the lines, I forgot who I am. Not some kind of shining bird, but a piece of dirt. Ah, let’s face it, if you knew who I am, you’d be running for cover, to get the hell out of the way. Steel reinforced junk, just sitting next to the road, “That’s aContinue reading “Spoken Flow~”

Circle Dance-

Reunite the living and the deadBring peace, prosperity, and unityBring us to the circle of ancient timesEvoking wisdom, in natural realmsWe dance to our own calendar every thousand yearsThe child’s tears in strange blue eyesClouds run like railroadsAlong the soft cobalt skyThe water, plants, blankets poisonedIn our hand we hold their bookFor some beads andContinue reading “Circle Dance-“

LuLu~

She could wear the smile of a child you see. She could wear anything at all. She’d sparkle like a street lamp at night, as a warm rain washed the grime from the dirty Hollywood streets. She was something more, and the world would one day play catch up, and realize it. She was theContinue reading “LuLu~”

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”

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”

The Golden Age of Dreams~

AmericanaPop RocksUrban legendsChildhood stopsNo, Mikey ain’t deadHe just knewWhen to blow this popsicle stand!We wereAll revvvved  UpNowhere to go!Teenage gasOn the RoadNo pink cadillacsOr Mansions in Beverly HillsThe pharmacist on the cornerSelling knock off pillsNo one had prepared meFor what was coming Next!Sink or swimWithout a netSanity what’s Sanity?It’s a game of Russian RouletteI spentContinue reading “The Golden Age of Dreams~”

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-“

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