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Apr 2018 · 94
Desire
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
Come back to me
Yearning
What troubles,
What ails you?
Read on as my gallant knight sword
Never fails you
Prevailing against
Every dawn I’m without you
I vanquish your foes
With a flow all about you
For sharp is the thorn of your prose
When I doubt you
Apr 2018 · 67
Regret
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
‘Tis not death that I fear
But it is being dead
An eternity spent
As the thoughts in my head
Or perhaps a fate worse
Than the end of my dread
Is my love for you’s echo
Forever unsaid
Apr 2018 · 140
Smokescreen
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
Could go a whole year
Then a million more still
Change ineffable days
What remains are the ways
I decipher the code
That your smokescreen
Displays
Apr 2018 · 79
What is Poet?
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
Don’t know if I have it
The gift
I’m eclipsed
By the big picture
Shrouded in
Do I exist?
Mar 2018 · 110
Avian
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Unspoken voices dispense with their menial pleasantries
Finally speaking as equals in feeling
Let guide now their words
The first thought that pops into
Their heads so in love
But the distance between them
Departs like a dove
Gotta go
On his way
To someday lay to rest
On display as the best
Plumage penning his paradise
Feather bird nest
Mar 2018 · 234
American Exceptionalism
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Keep my checks balanced on “just do it” systems
But walk in the shoes of their Holocaust victims
Existence I suffer like nobody’s business
As my metaphysics obliterates gimmicks
Olympus to Exodus, staring back black abyss
Ignorance blissfully spawning its mimics
And mental health clinics
Who wannabe God
In the palm of their hand
They still want to draw lines
In the Afghanistan
I just want them to see
That we’re all common, man
I don’t want what you have
I don’t claim to own land
It’s just slavery, property
Walls and mall shopping sprees
Banners emblazoned
In racial supremacies
Patriot nation-state
Civil War enemies
Fifty starships and some
Forgotten colonies
Coast to coast Holy Ghost
Manifestocracies
Mar 2018 · 106
Dance in the Stars With me?
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Thought I was afraid of nothing
And then I met you
Terrified to even feel you
And the things that you do
To my mind, you’re inside
I’m inside of your sky
I’m the wind in the trees
I’m the oceans you cry
And if knowledge is power
I know we all die
And I’d do it a million
And one extra times
To keep teaching you lyrics
Still muse of Apollo
And Daphne’s designs
I see titans and gods
On their knees to my shines
And sometimes I bang history bombs
On the side
‘Cause I see these machines
And I make them my bride
I’m the secret to peace
And in you I confide
In your poet-eyed nether
World LSD swirling  
Forever
My nevermore twirl
Ballerina girl
Mar 2018 · 142
Flexin’ the Lexicon
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
The primitive man
Could be genius to some
Yet to others appear
A disposable income
Expendable soldier
Irrelevant drone
Non-essential dog tag
Fake identity clone
So I try to be one
In a billion who sees
That much more meets the I
Than vocabularies
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
March in the streets
But I urge you beware
They’ll still butcher the sheep
With the arms that they bear
Private properteers part with
No slave cropper’s share
So this Northern aggression's
Like Freeman’s red scare  
All the colors of wind
Through the head-shavers’ hair
The Guevara adventures
These pigs wouldn’t D.A.R.E.
The Arabian knights
In the grand wizard’s lair
The denaturalized dreamer’s
Recurring nightmare
Of the Stalingrad ghost
Still witch-hunting like Blair
The projects to the precincts’
New modern welfare
The post-trauma disorderly’s
Empty screen stare
The savages they thought
Were waaaaayyyy over there
The debt clock ticky tock
In the heart of Times Square
The 1st world problem-children
Who commonwealth care
Because some barely EAT
And we’ve so much to spare
But these cowherds still like their calves
Medium rare
And the bulls try to sell you
Their laissez-faire snare
Till your trapped in a minimum cage’s
Last prayer
And the only escape
Is upgraded software
Like automaton autobahn’s
In disrepair
In this fascist facade’s
Fragrant breath of fresh air
Just as toxic as stocks
Of the mock billionaire
So I shock ‘em like Tesla’s
Bolt-action Voltaire
And I leave it to you
To go **** it out there
Mar 2018 · 1.5k
Appetizers
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Won’t stay too long
You’ll be glad that I did
Trust me
I’m just
An aggressive, bad kid
I see conflict where none exists
Peace in the nothingness
Warring with wretched warmongering
Mind’s abyss  
Raised by the lioness
And the guerilla head hunter
The hungriest
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
My demands are as simple
As no more dead kids
No more wars against words
No more filthy rich pigs
When there’s still hungry people
In chains and in cages
Kept silent by tyrants
And minimum wages
Resorting to violence
When nobody listens
And nobody learns
That the past is still present
Tax breaks for Bear-Stearns
And the purge takes the form
Of the new normal anti-truth
Media swarm
Till your torn between
***** hands and kitty ****
Who to trust anymore?
In this land under god
Just a church and state
Propagate hatred
Facade
Mar 2018 · 106
The Intellect
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Bury belief in a tomb of unreal
Just admit you know nothing
Except what you feel
Mar 2018 · 170
Learning Disabilities
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Could never sit still in a class
For five minutes
Now I teach English
Like nobody’s business
It’s vivid, expressive
My content explicit
Colloquial linguistic
Rhymes are sadistic
Prolific retellings
Of history written
Like one death is tragic
But millions? Statistics
Like lyrics as liquid
As Ludacris livid
Ferociously phosphorous
Fury I spit it
As rising sun dragons
To Asia I pivot
But I bury fascists
At level 10’s limit
Mar 2018 · 75
The Plebs
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Think of no others
Get lost in the grind
Through the gears and the fears
In the minds of mankind
You are falling behind
You’re a breed in decline
Like the falling of Roman
Republic’s design
Mar 2018 · 193
Tariffs and Tyrants
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
The purge has begun
How many’s it been now?
Since kids played with guns
One by one, drop like flies
October Massacre disguised
Like Ford still fondling these fascists
As the crimson sun arise
And Hawley-Smoot gives ‘em the boot
And then they train the boys to shoot
First casualty of war is truth
The worst is innocence of youth
Beirut
My demands are simple. No more dead kids ANYWHERE
Mar 2018 · 74
Simple Enough
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Just a ******’ guy
Gettin’ high
Tryna’ fly
I bury poetry so deeply
Till the last time I try
Oh no not I
You know not why
I am the truth in every lie
I fell for summer in the winter
‘Neath a mushroom cloud sky
And in her eyes I watched it wither
As I kissed her goodbye
Mar 2018 · 174
The Emperor Penguin
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
I really don’t care for the Westerner’s winter
It’s pretty to look at but after a while
It just
Cold
Since the nukes have been reign’n
Down oily black gold
And I told you before
It’s the frozen rose prose
That still nevermore ravens
And murders of crows
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
She was sad, numb, cold, and just not into my
Not my vibe reality
The first other woman I told her I love
But her warmth, I’d console her
In my image mold her
Hatch ohhh, my evilest plans to control her
But never let go though
Keep letting her grow slow
Until she cared to join me in a stroll
Through the time flow
Mar 2018 · 79
Neanderthal
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
It is man who has fallen enamored with suffering
Heartbreakingly aching yet hoping the pain won’t end
Then would it mean that his lover is gone again
Leaving him in a perpetual neutralness
Indifference in the face of his last abyss
Mar 2018 · 78
Flashbacks
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
It’s not regret per se I’d say  
That beckons me back to the day
I watched her love just fade away
With mine still blissfully as young
As vicious vipers on my tongue
Mar 2018 · 115
Pyro Techniques
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
An optimistic cynic
Guess my problem is I care too much
Or just enough to stay in touch
With disconnected wanderlust
Once had a crush on sedentary
Fantasies of fairy dust
But settled for incendiary
Flings to watch the world combust
For glasses full of half measures’
Fragmented shards of broken trust
Would merely feed my wildfire
Cerebellum such and such
Mar 2018 · 185
Alarm Clocks
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
There must be some questions remaining
With answers that wonderful brain is Abstaining
From asking the beings above you
Their nameless  
To shoulder the blame for the way
They pour dirt on the cover up
You can’t uncover it
Something unwilling to let you forget
The debt
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Never was one for the activist,
Always was more of a pacifist
Grabbin this’
Tinkering with all the ins and the out of its
Spittin’ specifics on how to break out of it
Trapped in the bottom of poverty’s shopping spree  
Gravity fadin’ to zero no stoppin’ me
Always want up but no social nobility
Still seein’ oceans as far as the eye can see
Spannin’ each day on the faith of infinity
Home was an island adrift in reality
Mar 2018 · 171
The Natives
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
You know I’m the vengeance
Directing
The reckless
Infestive
Obstructive destructive
Despondent injection
Obsessively restin’
Asleep at night
Sextin’
With demons
Of order and chaos
Aggression
Next lesson. They tell you they’re vegan while un-salad dressin’
Testin’ and testin’ and Bespin your friendship
And readin’ your story
Awaiting to end it
The hatchets we bury
To Hades we send it
The western elite of the borderlands wolves
In the north but there’s so much more northern to go
To the arctic we bask
And then drown in the glow
Cuz we flow with the snow
And we stroll with the wave of the LSD
slideshow
Rock and we roll
And we let the world know
There ain’t nothin’ this Latin American don’t
Consider before resorting to violence
Trust me my people were peasants and pirates
We’ve made a new world with some Holy Cross virus
We burned down the fields till the babies grew quiet
We built all your cities for ours were of gold
Then we ripped out your heart and we watched you grow old
In the cold
Jungle heavens
Where 6’s 8 7’s
Pollutants and mutants
And magic illusions
My gods are the marvelous magnetic humans
A core brotherhood
Left A F, but not rude
We bump night in the dark
And swing noose on the mood
Like the Musso de’ Lini
Yea Mikey says hi
Let him cry like the grito de lares
Inside
A reminder I claim his Malinche,
My bride
And I show her the world
From a whole other side
Where united as one
We keep mixing perspective
Until all the colors of wind
Are reflected
I draw peace across the cavern walls
Mar 2018 · 102
Message Received
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
You look happy as never
My solemn forever
Without me it seems
You will always be better
Off chasing your dreams
That exclude us together
Surrendering now to whatever this letter
Composes itself for you lonely as ever
Mar 2018 · 338
Diogenes
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Live for the moment
Each day to disown this
Existence is merely
A meaningless omen
And death is a heartbeat away
Win or lose
Inescapable, so don’t allow it
To choose
Your decisions, discussions
And reasons to care
For some better world waiting
To save you out there
It is yours, it is mine
It is all of us time
And with or without us
The sun will still shine
So please pardon me young king
You’re blocking the glow
I have offered my wisdom
And now you must go
Mar 2018 · 330
Quetzalcoatl
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
As gold as my soul as it slithers and shivers
And withers
To smithereens
First she was fire and ice at the same time
Second was burning wealth land with the moonshine
Deep as the sky when I’m high in the sky
Now I fear of no depths of the bottle, I ask why?
Try as I might to undo what I do
To imagine the tombs they await I and you
They equate I and you
They degrade I and you
And they make us see through what is not I and you
One more reason to fight
For a lefty theft right
To threat Tet upon agent’s of oranges blight
Splittin’ 3/5th’s a white
With arms-dealin’ pro life
Like it’s Jefferson smokin’ his whipper wind pipe
Diggin’ Ghraibs for his slaves in the back of a black site
Business is boomin’ like Truman in ruins
We trade magic mushrooms with animist humans
That’s just how we do it
In 50 state fascist Ford family reunions
Of clinically cynical gimmick illusions
Malthusian predictions
On stocked market shelves
Just as coated in sugar
As Keibler elves’ spells
British rebels who colonize
Liberty bells
Pledging sacrosanct vanity
Brinksmanship sanity
Phosphorous fire and fury brutality
Tyrant king lizards of ye olde feudality
Mar 2018 · 145
The Delian League
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Watch the angels drop like flies
Olympus gods reclaim these skies
Reveal your furies’ fate irate
Your democratic nation state
The fairest warrior of wisdom’s
Goddess grace this city hill
In musing pupils of Apollo’s
Artemisian killing skill
Mar 2018 · 272
A Beast in his Tower
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
In lonesome night shadows of present and past
In this castle accursed I’ve stared at aghast
Melancholic reflection, despondent visage
As beside me it withers, a loveless corsage
For no belle of the ball in due time would be mine
When the beauty I covet is songs of old rhyme
Mar 2018 · 183
Kids Without Guns
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
There’s rarely any joy
Left in leveling the playing field
**** or be killed
And the world doesn’t want a shield
Only to sleep and to work
For the end
To live by the dollar
And die by the trend
To defend them would be
My existence’s
Honor
But I covet peace
Like a kami wind bomber
Just pondering all of the dreams
That they squander
The people they slaughter
These true men in ruins
Of Frankenstein’s Monster
A Las Vegas concert
A Wild West myth
I pack write lightning heat
Like a Mustafar Sith
But this Vader comes later
To savor the darkness
Within the machine’s
Pax-American carcass
Of ravenous Reagan’s
Who’d let your kids starve
And contain the unsane
To fund wars in the stars
Don’t you see?
It’s the same tricky dixiecrat reaper
Delusional geezer
The neo-Liberial pyramid schemer
Who still thinks illegal is Spanish for dreamer
And trains Contra dogs
For some searches and seizure
Misogyny cowboy
Digs coal in a hole
His cash flowin’ like oil’s
Re-standardized gold  
As the livestock in rot market’s
Shelves gettin’ old
As they waste away youth
With MAD weapons they hold
Convincing us greed
Is salvation of soul
Until even the “good” neighborhood’s
Hooked on Cold
Where the story unfolds yet again in my favor
Just penned in the blood of the winning side’s slavers
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Look up to the sky
Then close your eyes and see the why
The vivid venal visualities,
As wildest dreams within the heavens
Go to die
In black and white
In yin and yang
In good and evil
Pyongyang
Amidst an endless winter
Dripping red
In Kuomintang
As cherry orchard blossoms wither
In the climates that we change
Feb 2018 · 150
Galactus
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Solve crimes in a cave
But the statute has passed
No one cares anymore
The machines are too fast
And my city is sinking
In fog of old greed
And the forests are burning
These pages I read
But the power we need
To want more out of life
To be warlords of peace
With a reason to fight
Is consuming the earth
In the names of a god
Who is merely the union
Of nature outlawed
By the ardor of martyrs
Immortal as man
Who has cradled her heart
In the palm of its hand
Feb 2018 · 91
Worthless
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Socratic **** heads off their meds
Don’t always look like kids with dreads
Sometimes they **** a different strain
Of Communism’s crack contain
Mad geniuses I can’t explain
You people fret about all day
Addicted to existence pain
And all the dollar signs it weighs
Feb 2018 · 147
Demos
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
This system slaughters people
Like they’re cattle in a factory
They grind you through the Tinder
Then erase your peoples’ history
Then sell their dreams to power their con FEdisunny city
They’ll pretend to be your friend
Like Kim Jung’s parallel Rheeality
Retreat delete the war elite
McKinley’s Ford BerlinWallStreet
With fleets of Filipino meat
That Nicaraguan ****** sheep
Still splittin’ skulls of shoeless feat
Of peace so simple, can’t you see?
Community, I speak for thee
The FIRST amendment's legacy
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
The boots and bombs
First dropped in Nam
By order of the best of us
The king-elect who earned our trust
With pacifistic vision quests
The family values kind of guy
Was old and rich
Misogynist
And still you people wonder why
Demands can not be met with this
Depression-causing
Greatness cyst
Feb 2018 · 95
Compassion
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Compassion is the weakness
Yet also the reward
Sweet surrender to the nectar
Of the gods
Or by the sword
Feb 2018 · 132
Uncharted Islands
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
The world would not so much as blink
If I left her
And let her continue her life
Giving journey
Through all of the stars
Learning just how to be
In their limelight no longer
Entirely free
Where I learned to be me
In the lover she chose  
To revolve and evolve
With the sand in my toes
Feb 2018 · 82
Killing Religions
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Dread not the the rising of tides
And the wave
Of the refugees caught in the wake
Of our craving
For lambs to the slaughter
For unholy terrors
Instinctive, uncivilized
Carnal lust pleasures
The power to take away life
In your hand
But to live it and give it
A meaning, is man
And but one of such gods
In its envy or wrath
Undeterred by the fear of death
Paves the warpath
With the bodies of innocent
Paradise lost
Assuring destruction’s
The mutual cost
We’d all share with our prayers
Or our honest opinions
To equally suffer
These killing religions
Feb 2018 · 107
Consumerism in a Nutshell
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Free to make your choices
No matter what the cost
The few grow rich
The most stay poor
The paradise is lost
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Modern warzone I grew up in
Mom and dad were always yellin’
Got the picture perfect family life
In anger I’m expellin’
And unleashing on the precinct
That distinctly told me no
That kept restricting me to breaking up
With women that I know
Before they turn the kitchen knife around
Come at me with the ****
So she can see if it still beats
But that my love for her was none of it
Feb 2018 · 144
Brothers in Arms
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
I’m feeling that Northern aggression
Discretion
Con Fed Irate for-properteers
Cause Depressions
So great that my lessons
Require expressions
Of history’s vengeance
Enlightenment questions
Repoe’sd as my Winter Sol rose
Choice of weapons
I silence all who oppose me
Feb 2018 · 130
The Silent Majority
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Republic imperial
Neo-Liberial
Free men enslaved
To a culture material
First world of money’s
God’s people, the chosen
The broken and mentally illness
Unspoken
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
This country’s just a neoliberal economic
Republic imperial fitty-state hill
Where the rebels take shots ‘atch’yuh
Heavens on top uh yuh
Fox Ford Fiesta’s
Sell freedom to swastikas
Then let ‘em know
Where the Pokémon go
That the Zilla God rose
From the frozen shadows
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
They teach you to ****
That the only tomorrow
Is waking up sorrow
And working for bills and a bottle of pills
And in products they sell you
Steel bends to their wills
Oh, but you’ll never make it
Continue to break it
Their system just teaches you
How you must take it
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Consider not death
Beginning, end
But inevitability
Flirting with when
Feb 2018 · 312
A Brief History of Money
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
You dug your own graves
With a silver spoon Mita
Then traded away
Chattel slaves for paprika
To feed and to fund
Private armies and states
To invest in your pearly white
Collar bill gates
And keep everyone out
Who had less or made more
Then you capitalized
Off of for-profit war
Like the Western grand dragons
And lion’s share kings
Who demand from us tribute
Of paperweight things
Be it standardized oil
Or genocide gold
It’s all backed by the blood
On this weapon they hold
Feb 2018 · 144
Community Service
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Try to change the system
And you’ll fail a million ways
Eventually it will be back
To reinstate its darkest days
Escape it, run and hide
It finds you
Taxes you and tosses you away
Like paper, plastic
Then reminds you how to choose
For who to lose for in the war
Enlists the poor
To fight its battles
Till it’s kickin’ down their door
And all the winners, so much winning
Never read but write the story
So its narrative is simplified
In God’s gold-standard glory
But it’s gory let me tell ‘ya
They’ll show burning baby boomers
They’ll build nations out of hatred
They’ll make zombies of consumers
But the realest of idealists
Keep it Lucy diamond left
On all that it’s my body policy
And corporate theft success
But also know what’s right
What’s good and just
What’s fair and free
Of broken trust
Feb 2018 · 194
The Best Add Vice
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Just try to do some good they say
Just do the right thing
Even if you do it
In the wrong way
Feb 2018 · 162
Poetic Justice
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
‘Tis not by the sword
But the pen that I fall
For I’ve taken such life
From the words that I scrawl
With a lack of remorse
Without fear of reprise
Smote each note that I wrote
Where my body now lies
In this crypt that I keep
For the lost and alone
Sordid syllable sins
I can never atone
Alter ego, a murderous
Maniac switchblade
Slicing and spilling
The blood on this blank page
Slaving away
As a servant of earth
As I fiendishly crave
Sullen graves of rebirth
I have cheated and stolen
The fortunes of kings
I have sacrificed gods
For these archangel wings
But I won’t break your heart
I’ll devour it whole
Then I’ll wash it all down
With a glass of your soul
So perhaps some day soon
Or in eons impending
Will karma’s melodic prose
Herald my ending
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
You were my fleeting moment in eternity girl
Here today, gone tomorrow
You made me forget to remember the sorrow
No need when the breeze was the ease in our speech
In the wooded glade discoursing consciousness streams we’d converse
As I wallowed in self-pity prisms of loss
Yet to bridge such a void you’d this universe cross
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