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”
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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”
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”
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Moments hang heavyCrawling NakedCold withdrawn inGuilt bound noose Readied soul tiredStarved neglectedFrom deep abandonMourned the Loss Swinging PendulumLooming darkOver flannelLandscape peaks Dust and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”
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”
Lady Night
Kool JazzA shanty blowsLiquid heat in late AugustIt was SheThat scent of NightBringing shadowsTo the floorTangoSilhouettes glidingHolding their ownLost in melodyRife with desire And deathTwo mutual friendsPlaying against TimeReflecting glomeCast togetherAgainst fracturedStucco wallsIt was SheThat takes you in a momentTranscendingCarnal hopes and dreamsIt was SheCaptured in celluloidFilm noir countessPoison lipstickNeon nightsAlleyway firesCosplay CosloveCostume smileMystery moonContinue reading “Lady Night”
She Changed The Game
Through avenuesThe muse Punk Rock electric Igniting the fuse A young poetIncommunicadoThe unique View TattooKung FuTypewriterand pen Marking up Tinsel TownOne written word at a time Sunset and Hollywood boulevardsPlaygrounds for ghosts and teens Iconic brilliance recording Scene after scene Capture raw images The art of simplicity Autobiographical notationsPersonal Universal Published with beauty True withContinue reading “She Changed The Game”
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
Celestial Archer
Nostalgic Haunts
Full on brooding thoughtsIndiana skyline barren blueDrawn between two actsOne hushed one embracedSilent moments within the eyesWild madness next of kinEmotions paintedAcross silver canvasCelestial beings wait to receiveSubtle genius soon loosed acrossFiery pavement at the costOf high noon sunMelodies. Trivialities.Beat. Kicks.Shadow cliquesWallflower dancing aloneForever more (Matthew Bowers) ~93©2021
I am the Laugh
He was thunderVoice of the godsHe was rainTears of saintsHe was TempestStorm of AlchemyHe was desert sandThe calm on the horizonHe was born wildCommuning with sagesHe attained ZenithEchoes from mountainsHe is most formidableIn the guiseOfLaughter To Ron WhiteheadbyMatthew Bowers
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”
Suicide Notes& Self-Checkout Stations
From my Newest endeavour Suicide Notes & Self-Checkout Stations “As time paces from hour to hour it also is only within a moment before the next thunderous outburst covers the likes of those lost at Pompeii. Frozen beneath the heat and ash, I assume my usual position, I let my guard down, my sword sheathed,Continue reading “Suicide Notes& Self-Checkout Stations”
Breathe in 1927
I wish I was among Fitzgerald, Chaplain, Valentino, Fairbanks!!!! Sometimes i feel Like I’m at a tube station Waiting and I’ve missed the ride Too late for the show And there, I’m stuck Like a ghost Sometimes I feel I was one Of those Wall Street tycoons That plummeted 30 floors From the stock marketContinue reading “Breathe in 1927”
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)”
Black Star
You came to meIn a celestial dreamClaiming to be MorpheusMuse, Hermes TrismegistusYou’re the whisper in my earThe strength behind my penYou are LegionMy friend.For We are Many…Without ego or destinationI writeBut not for meOr poetic lackey’sNarcissus capture long agoFeeding them scraps of egoThey wear like golden trophiesAbout their long slender necksI write for the sakeContinue reading “Black Star”
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”
Ode to Hekate
From Something WitchyThis Way Comes~here is Ode To Hekate Available HERE on Amazon!NEW Deluxe edition publishedMore content, More features…Fully Illustrated!!!(Over 50 poems & 140 pages)SAME Low price! $13.93(other books will have 60-80 pgs.and co$t you $12- $16More MagicK &More Bangfor your buck!!! Something WitchyThis Way Comes https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09J799RRB/ref=cm_sw_r_apan_glt_fabc_ADCSGTV7NGTEHR0J6XCD
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 lost and found Wooden Indian tearBaring the soul of the tiredWitnesses mouths sewn closedDesert wind carries hidden secrets that only children of distantContinue reading “Winter Woman”
Broadsides
Broadsides have a long and storied history as one of the first vehicles for disseminating poetry to the public. After the invention of moveable type in the 15th century, proclamations and official notices were printed on broadsides and distributed. …
Voices of Freedom
First Poetry Music Audio Recording “Voices of Freedom”-(Trying to add slide show)-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 theContinue reading “Voices of Freedom”
The Calling org.
Misery
By The Jetset Vagabonds Lyrics: (First verse) Found my self in a distant landI’m a shadow where I roamI’m the calm before a Holy warBellum sacrum zone I caught a glimpse of neon hopeI’m A reflection in your eyeThe falling down off Jacob’s ladderInto a chariot of fire ………………………. (Pre-Chorus) Throw your self around meBreatheContinue reading “Misery”
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”
Writing Archetype
Ohhow I adoreBukowski! Goneare my daysof followingsuit Liquid courageLiquid inspirationLiquid armourLiquid truth I found loveIn the rhythmOf an old second handTypewriterThat costLessThan a cheapLunch I foundAVoiceAVisionASecretMeaning to life TodayI celebrateThe Calling IfYou careto join theCircle…OurCircleWe canDanceTo a privateFireAnd makeSome Noise.. ©2021
Charles
CharlesCharlesBeerBar fightsCheap hotelsNeon signsProstitutesPoliceMailmanAngryBeautifulTypewriterAngstePoetryCockroachesClassic MusicPark benchesWineRefrigeratorStageReadingsLiveUglyHorse racesBull fightsEncore
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~”
Bitter Fruit
Bitter fruitHaunts meGrows within my bonesLikecancer I feel ashamedHurt A veritable maelstromof insane thoughts StabbingMy guts Blunt force traumaBruised Stupid Overlooking empty shadowsOfNevermore Why am I condemned to beThe martyr The fool Ignorant in belief Lost hope We were piratesVampyresDaredevilsSurvivors Kin I held an open door for you And nowIt’s just a coldFrozenHollow dream AContinue reading “Bitter Fruit”
Video for my book Something Witchy This Way Comes
Book is available NOW on #Amazon Something Witchy This Way Comes https://www.amazon.com/dp/B09J799RRB/ref=cm_sw_r_apan_glc_fabc_N02TVE9SGFYAZ37ZS2MK 138 pages, $13.93 available on Amazon
Samhain 101
Celtic rootsPersephone’s taleThe return to DemeterHekate assumes the roleOf watcher of the underworld Bonfire dancePagan circlesWelcoming the harvestAs dark winter approaches The line between death and lifeBlurred, brokenCommunicate with the deadNecromancy altersCelebrationsAncestorsOfferingsPhotographsBreadWineMagnolias Sun wheelsBlazeCattleSacrifice Three daysThree nightsCelebrationOrDeath Celtic men and womenPeople of the villageDress as animalsand monstersProtection from abductionBy fairies and fae To twilightDomains (matthewContinue reading “Samhain 101”
Writing Poetry 101
I did a collaboration with Nico Tolen in my book Something Witchy This Way Comes and not only was it fun & Great but It even made it into one of my audio trilogy tracts! I am in a place of “pushing” out of set elements… I don’t want to use the term “comfort zones”Continue reading “Writing Poetry 101”
Crimson Leaf
Crimson foliageWelcoming heralding the wayA red carpet for Autumn monthsWinter chill Upon it’s heelsWood burning stove essenceFragrant throughout the airChildhood memories streaming backTime travel almost realInnocenceFrolicking in foliage moundsThe warmth of a fireMarshmallows and hot chocolateDreams of new cartoonsSchool days offPilgrims and MayflowersWithin the crimson leaves
Underneath the Stars
Beneath the gloomThe glowing moonA bitter smile upon a frownTurned around The shadows Of an emptinessShine like pale reflectionsIn sullen moments Without atonementLunar nexus to the call Stone vesselOmnipotent heirNo rhymeNo reasonTranquil sea of despair I would offer my treasureMy pearly crown of thornsA gift upon my altarA glimpse into the very depthsof the tirelessContinue reading “Underneath the Stars”
Death’s Beauty
SilenceMourningMorningFateKissesSoftlyBeyondDeathsGate HungerWickedAbsyntheDelightDisappearBeforeComingLight HoldingDarknessDistantVeilTragicTurnsPiercingNails MysteryHiddenEyesUnseenMortalCoilLifeBetween TouchingDarknessFadingBlackDesireCallingTurningBack MomentsVanishConsumedWithinHeavenHellWithoutSin FallenAngelsDancingFireGod’sIllusionBurningPyre ComeWelcomeMyEscapeHolyLiesBeneathNightscape TiredWornCemeteryEyesEmbracingBeautySurrenderingButterflies (matthew bowers) ~93
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~”
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 