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)”
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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”
Faux Orange
BigOrangeLouder than lifeFull of gasGassesEscaping through aFoul vesselStupefyingDeceivingMisleadingDividingEnragingActivatingAggravatingHatred_intoDivisionRed White and Blue MemoriesNowThere are only Red NightmaresUnborn children screamBeneath the fallen gavelA toolOf the MuleA FoxA FauxOn FOXRHETORIC LIESRHETORIC LIESOver and Over and OVERUntil they are TruthsIn their mindOf the blindThe Orange Giant Casts a Heavy Loaded Delusional ShadowDrunk …With stupidityAnd corruptIgnorance MB932022©
“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
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”
Magick
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”
The Calling/ the Beginning
The Calling~ Beat Poets & Angelic ScribesThe voices that murmurlike the ocean’s tideRevolution, ChangeCivil Disruption,We create beautyfrom nothing and lawless corruption Let’s gather in a circlePlay drums and singA round a beach fireSo hypnotizingSpirits come dancingSwirling, they swayThey’ve come to assist usIn this call of the New Day And he stood, staring far into theContinue reading “The Calling/ the Beginning”
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”
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
The Poet
Words MagicKA lyrical archer With perfect aim… I am the targetEach word and phrase Perfectly castHitting it’s markAs I have to surrenderDefenselessAdmiringAppreciatingFeelingRapture
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”
Transmission Coming In
Entering the atmosphereThe Black Star arrives from far away…. The man inside returning Will he Blow Our Mind? Static buzzzzzzzTransmizzion Here cKa can “U”…am cKa coming thru? Radiant electro huePouring neon vapoursThrough sliding metallicSilver doors … ExitGround level 2 Astro feet step deepInto red Iron holiday dustCarpeting the runway hereUpon his arrival… We are theContinue reading “Transmission Coming In”
Saturday Must Come
Reflections glare dancingAcross the windshield eyesFlitting flirting juxtapositionGrace losing the race HeavyUnder Fire Flung roundsOxygen vacuum pulling lamentDripping Holy words from agnostic gospel repelling ALLOne by One breathing aloud theBreeding ground of adherence Of Spiritual manifesto cryingLoom Doom Awaiss swoonsCryptic evidence within The LawBound by order freedom of WillSupplementing status quo livesTo and fro beyondContinue reading “Saturday Must Come”
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?”
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”
Wonders in Aliceland
93 I remember Alice and Brian ,(of The Ultras) coming back from Lodge meetings at the Thelema mystery school, where Crowley had started a movement based on MagicK. Wendy, Brian, Alice and I would watch Tiny Toons and I remember a very odd movie interpretation of Alice In Wonderland made in Checkzlevokia called Alice. PrettyContinue reading “Wonders in Aliceland”
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”
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”
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”
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”
The Boy Not Afraid to Cry
you were once a glitter stardon’t be a media sensationit’s to late to stop the presses now who am i to expect morewords of wisdom drive me wildI’m a honey comb creation so real i freak on the things i felt a golden key unlocks the worlddon’t turn your back now oh why’d you changeContinue reading “The Boy Not Afraid to Cry”
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~”
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.
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”
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
Seeds of Change
The seed….PlantedBefore…Realized Grown GrowingPersonalStrengthVisionSharedRevelationSpoken throughMuse DustedLong and Silent Shadows Slowly CollectIdentifyRecognizeHarmonizeResonateUnderstanding of aForgotten tongue
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 