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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~”

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~”

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”

Moon Prize Reverberation (6)-

Solar nut silkPlant Holy SingleLost Confetti WeighsAbandon Circus PuddingTentacle Reign CumulousMasks Porceline Tub Elevated HighnessCobalt Amber NightFound Muddied OctoberCornucopia Floods DeniedRings Fall HeraldingLawnmower Kisses Gary Busey RhythmMars Virginia SkySink Scars Parked CarsBandaid Method TrotsExcavating Moral JupiterPizza Clouds Form Radio Empathy ClownsDesert Books GiraffeStrawberry Legions SpongeTelevision BonfireOcean Pudding EnvelopeWicker Chain Throat Mirror Grain AsphaltVictorian Horses RenewedLakesContinue reading “Moon Prize Reverberation (6)-“

Lost Within a Moon Lit Mile~

It was coldSo coldI could feel the dirt in my bones It was coldAs cold as California gets anyway And the night had passedLike an old friendFrom fire and cancerAnd even the morningWas having trouble waking up Wiping the the grime And pain from it’s distant eyes Yeah, I rememberIt was realAnd as I feltContinue reading “Lost Within a Moon Lit Mile~”

Magick of Innocence-

Her song could be heardCarried upon a distant windBlue with fireAnd sentimental dreamsThe feeling of true abandonmentBrushed against my cheekChaos theorySex magicKNecromancyCircles of magesWhispering foolsSpelling out incantationsUnder a waning moonThere is no fearNor tears in her eyesThe breezes caresses her pale skinBeneath cobalt blue skiesHer songHer songOf pain and desireAs old as timeAs the flamesContinue reading “Magick of Innocence-“

The Calling Begins~

The vacant silence of voices,no longer in the wind…Not planting the seeds of growth and change.Falling short of desirethe unrealized vision that longs to be sharedI feel the trembling cold numbnessbeing alone in this plight.There is no echo, no howlno answer to the calling…An empty community bondswith distantand far away eyes… (matthew bowers) ~93© allContinue reading “The Calling Begins~”

She Was More Than That-

She was moreThanTHATShe was moreThan divineThe cruelnessOf the worldShe KnewAtThe tenderAgeOfSix“Don’t take candy from strangers”Or“Creepy old neighbors that leer”MenRarely have good intentionsAnd I?Am ashamedI’m as guilty of being a manAs I am of being “White”People will see meThink what they willI have No control over thatIn her eyesI Still see the innocenceThe FireThe adventureOf aContinue reading “She Was More Than That-“

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