Silver silence cascades through winter trees of elm and birch. Naked fingered branches stretch and yawn while standing erect in military grace. Softly, elegantly, she glides through the night. Dead, undead she remembers the love and pain captured in the human heart. The desire, the fire, the soft caress of a velvet touch. Centuries, memoriesContinue reading “Enchantress (undead)”
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We were off beat generation. Without destination. Circling Circling pigs in the feed. We were not hunters. We gathered no rites. Laymen to nothingness. Spectres of Night. Feral cold wind. We were thieves from birth. Secret rhythms, epic tomes. Voyages of of blind apostles. Roaming the desert forlorn. A prince of princes, a King of kings.Continue reading “12”
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 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)* ~93© all rights reserved
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 nothing… But the joke has beenplayed upon them. For in our suddentransformation, transmutation,our impurities have been excercized…. We are the vessels,theContinue reading “Strength of Alchemy”
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”
Mindfulness
ToTeachAnd to followAlongThe SpiritualPath&Live By exampleCleanse energiesAnd relaxHealingThe soulWith positive IntentionsBecomingOne with ourselvesThrough Meditations ~Namaste~ *(matthew bowers)* ~93
Treasure of Friendship
We both have packed bonces,Digging down deep Rabbit HolesWe have been ExploringSpelunking different cavernsof the same lair…Down DownDownDigging Amongst the treasureDeep within the archaeology Of Humankind and maybe A few alien races as well……. *(matthew bowers)* ~93©2022
Photograph
It is in a momentHe holds her in his handsTracing her cheekWishing moreThan he’d like to admitThat SheWere here WarmSoftVelvet smilePatchouli whispersSparkling eyes He lost himselfCaught off balanceRemoved from timeEntrancedSpellbound MagicKCapturing Him He felt AliveWhen they wereConnected SpeakingSecretRhythmicLanguage MemoriesHe hopes that theyWouldCouldShare togetherRuminated withinHis skull echoing Sunset anxietyFears of her fallingAway Unpacking boxesOf potential yesterdaysContinue reading “Photograph”
Coming Soon…..
My Next book release projects are in the works…. These will both be released this year. Harlequin Sky & MagicK Moon
Diamonds and Glass
Natives and amphetamine smilesA delightful topsy turvy table top tangoWhispers of desert sun run downThe length of your back Into pools ofOblivion Trailblazing riders Come from the EastChain gangs motorcycle Leather Hidden pounds of Mexican go-goCrystaline CartelSwitchblades and Friday Night Specials WatchersWatch PushersPush and Push with ViolentPowerful Perro EyesThe scent of Canine dangerThe acrid scentContinue reading “Diamonds and Glass”
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
2:26 am Musings on a Thursday Morning
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”
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
Priya Kali
A small boy, playing in mud puddles looks up. The clouds are coming fast and they look darker, more foreboding than before. In the distance He hears a hungry dog, full of mange, whimper it’s last breath, longing for just a morsel of food. I can’t believe it’s almost midnight, he thought. The boy isContinue reading “Priya Kali”
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 – 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”
The Echo of Metatron 2021
Don’t ever be arrogant, act spoiled nor like that of an egg left in the sun, don’t be cruel, or self righteous for that’s the equivalent of kicking yourself in your ass. You end up shooting yourself in your own foot and invariably just doing stupid shit. Those things you speak of are “Ego” andContinue reading “The Echo of Metatron 2021”
Irina
Child of darknessSpoils of the nightTossing TurningThrough Hellfire gatesMagick laughterLicking the smilingFaces from withinThe VoidIt is hereWithin This realmThat I fallBefore your name (Matthew Bowers) ~93©2021
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”
Unjust
There are scenes of freedom that define you, electric wind on a cold morning sail. Razor sharp whispers cut through gossip and fog, an army of tent dwellers gather ’round fires… catching warmth and bleeding neon sacrament from holy veins. Princess Myrcella Baratheon fallen by a single poisonous kiss.The actions of Judas unrequited.The actions ofContinue reading “Unjust”
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
New Release Deluxe’
Special Thanks to Hex’m J’ai & R.M. Engelhardt of…Dead Man’s Press Ink for All of their efforts as well as patients (Hex I’m looking at You!) and making MagicK possible!93 *NEW* Deluxe Edition Publishing of Something Witchy This Way Comes. Published by Deadmanspressink This is my first book release, and has been well recieved allContinue reading “New Release Deluxe’”
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
The House of Raven 🐦⬛ 