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”
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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 pseudoΒ 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)* ~93Β© 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”
Strength of Alchemy
Version #1 (#improv101) We were children of the night.We were outcasts from the beginnings. We found ourselves gatheringinto secret circles. Protected. Undetected.We are cast as shadowsagainst foliage walls. We have been worn down to nothingβ¦ But the joke has beenplayed upon them. For in our suddentransformation, transmutation,our impurities have been excercizedβ¦. We are the vessels,theContinue reading “Strength of Alchemy”
~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”
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”
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
Writing 101 – Msg to a Friend
Thank You for creating an opportunity to actually utilize my experience and process…. Seeing it spelled out before me is very therapeutic since everything I do is to “reactionary” this for me is a form of Shadow Work where I actually take a break from being me in the now, and self reflect! I can’tContinue reading “Writing 101 – Msg to a Friend”
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””
Writing 101 – continued
When writing , this could be applied to a novel or more specifically poetry the “words” themselves do not matter….It’s the essence that the words are placed in, the content, the “before” it is with the “Intent” that you validate a a chosen word…. I ask myself, “if I just read that would I thinkContinue reading “Writing 101 – continued”
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”
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!!! πππ΅π₯β¨ I hope you enjoy!!!!!!We Had A Blast putting it together!MERRY CHRISSSSTMAS!!!!!! πππ93
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) ~93Β©2021
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”
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 Manyβ¦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”
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”
Kerouac’s signature approach
1st thought Best thought…Kerouac’s signature approach to writing. When I heard that, a virtual lightbulb went off in my head! No longer searching for the “perfect” words, rather, listen, transcribe, flow with the universe, as it whispers sweet direction and inspiration to your ears… Trust your instincts, and just let go, let the archetypes ofContinue reading “Kerouac’s signature approach”
Throwaway Kids
What happens when society leaves you better off for dead. Neglected and abused by a broken system kids lash out and reclaim there voices. Orphans and unwanted children forced to fend for themselves in a world that they don’t have names or faces. This travesty has gone on for centuries and continues to this veryContinue reading “Throwaway Kids”
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 theCircleβ¦OurCircleWe canDanceTo a privateFireAnd makeSome Noise.. Β©2021
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”
Personal Hell
SpellboundBloodhoundLivid in my veinsA mess all around meSuffocationI can’t breatheMother Superior’sGot a gunThat loaded stealsPointed directly betweenMy eyesThere ain’t no countingFrom one to tenNo time to turn backI forged the bondsOf pain and lonelinessDecades agoRegretRegretStaple gun reasonsShacklesHeavy iron chainsSuspend me to the wallA whipping boy of shameScreaming EchoesAnger and Hatred fillThe Air β¦Familiarity Does breedContemptThereContinue reading “Personal Hell”
Heart Shaped Pool
StankRunningLiquidToxicHOTSmokingLethalChemicalNauseaDeliriumTwistedChromeMonsterDrippingIronFlowingScarletSecretingRoadsideGlassConfettiSmashedCrashedReflectingDestroyedRuinedLacerationsPolyesterTournecateThinSinewyThreadsBarelyHoldSkullToShouldersKitchen TablePrintGownStainNoSeepingWetWithYesterdaysPossibilitiesLayneBarrenLifelessOnRoute90AfternoonSunRelentlessUnforgivingAStarSexNoMorePlatinumBlondWigMeltingScene (matthew bowers) ~93Β©2021
The Golden Age of Dreams~
AmericanaPop RocksUrban legendsChildhood stopsNo, Mikey ain’t deadHe just knewWhen to blow this popsicle stand!We wereAll revvvvedΒ 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~”
Ghosts-
The sidewalk’s familiarJust passing throughEcho ParkLos AngelesI’ve been living here For the better partOf 30 years or soThe air is warmAnd balmyBut not too hotNever too coldThe streets aren’t as busyAs I remember themSunset’s always been famousFor it’s Halloween ParadeThat’s WEST HollywoodThis is something… differentEveryone wearing masksNot trying to scare each otherBut… Just as spookyIContinue reading “Ghosts-“
