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208 · Aug 2017
In Whose Image?
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
How do we retain
The immortal decay
The immoral array
Of the weapons of men
Who were molded from clay
206 · Nov 2019
Eternal the Struggle
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Eternal the struggle
Of dispossessed rebels
I finished God’s work
Now I’m doin’ the Devil’s
Duplicitous, shiftiest,
Dirtiest deeds
To the landless,
The peasants,
The outcasted breeds
An outsider
Ghost writer
Adrifting through town
And unleashing my unbounded
Hellhound around
My cause lost
To the cost
Of a hole in the ground
That I sought to make common
Man’s claim
All the same
But to do so
Required
The gentrified’s bane
By the slain
They defined me
A murderous ****
And insane they confined me
To mind-numbing drugs
They prescribed me
Attempts to revive
The reptile
The coldest-blood guile,
Service with a smile,
Reviled exile
This side of the Nile
And in a submissive state
Made me a slave
To the for-prophet
Profiteers’
People enchained
To a system
I swore to destroy
As a boy
With his head in the clouds
In the muses’ employ
Where continuing still
Is that struggle
Eternal
But these days
It just rages on
In this journal
205 · May 2017
Clarity in Color
Michael Marchese May 2017
You’re my anxious red firestorm
My serene blue sea breeze

You’re my deep green jungle
My bright yellow sunbeam

You’re my eccentric orange intrigue
My clandestine violet mystery

You’re my alluring turquoise temptress
My elegant pink petal dance

You’re my passionate crimson heartbeat
My astute sapphire synapse

You’re my robust amber autumn
My free bronze stampede

You’re my sturdy silver shield
My spectacular golden treasure

You’re my unpredictable brown rock slide
My fractured grey composure

You’re my divine white angel
My inquisitive black shadow cat

You’re my resilient rainbow songbird
My candid crystal clarity
205 · Nov 2021
Spite
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Reverting back
To childish games
Retaliatory
Crazy claims
That I’m to blame,
You’re not at fault
Within your pride
You still exalt
Delusional
Not worth your salt
Destructive tendencies
Must halt
Across the hall
Your stride aloof
Above your head
I’ve kept this roof
And all I get
Is more vindictive
Actions, but take care
To listen
To the sound
Of my not caring
All I hear is your
Despairing
Barely can afford to eat
So back into your room
Retreat
Michael Marchese May 2017
Today I was kept
In a cage, in a shell
Where I could not explore
Beyond confines and gates
Trapped with only myself
And mistakes that I make
To learn and gain nothing
But oven top smoke bombs
And torrential lullabies
Rainforests beckoning
My mountain air
To exhale the stale
Aftertaste of adventure
Expired in chains
Of a service indenture
204 · Sep 2021
Unfair
Michael Marchese Sep 2021
Finally laying to rest
For the evening
Another long day
Couldn’t find
Any meaning
To life
Just epiphanies
Not so bright light
Revelations
Absurdity ascertained
Death and taxations
204 · Dec 2021
Texting You Back
Michael Marchese Dec 2021
Immediate longing
For you when alone
Irresistible urges
Keep checking my phone
And when sudden emerges
The blue little dot
All my prior engagements
Already forgot
Now my worded arrangement
Bouquets
I convey
And take care to precisely
Concisely display
The true colors
Of my
Truest lovers’
Goodbyes
Across canvas oblivion
Spilling insides
204 · Jan 2022
A-Void-in’ Me
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
You don’t mean to harm
Just aware that you do
You keep pushing me further
And further
From you
Despite every night
Time of your life
That I write of
You’re right over there
Just apparently far,
Tantalizingly close
As a dwindling star
And if some retrograde
Planetary disturbance
Pervades your brain waves
The harmonic convergence
That all
Seems to fall
Into place
Is erased
And instead forms between us
This mute empty space
203 · Apr 2017
Continuum
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
Currently the clock strikes three
My poetry is presently
The time elapsed
In future's past
Until I'm writing history
Michael Marchese Jun 2018
Indiscernible language orations
A prayer
Almost palpable now
In the air
Is it fear
Of a God
That compels their devotion
The spoken word utterance
Faithful awoken
With all of the vehement
Furor of man
Dispossessed of his land
Grippin’ tight to his chest
A pulled pin full of sin
Intifada Quran
Understanding his place
In the maker’s good graces
Mistaken intentional flawless
Creation
My ritual suicide serpent
Salvation
203 · Jul 2017
Afterthoughts
Michael Marchese Jul 2017
In the depths of dungeons lurking
Is my shadow king usurping
Slurping sanguine sassafras
And burning angel demon grass
By stalking silently seductive
Slithering in self-destructive
Tendencies to reconvene
The soaring solace sky serene
And maiden Nature, Mother Earth
To father only peace's birth
To sow my secret garden seed
Across the universes freed
And feed the stars with sacred shines
A shrine to broken valentines
Still beating like a wildebeest
And musing as the lions feast
On pages ripped to shreds in search
Of heights for suicide to perch
Then spread its Daedalus invention
In an Icarus dimension
Where the sun creates the truth
And I spit serpents sharing fruit
Of labors more divine than God
To mortals more machine than flawed
All interlocked existence gears
In chainsaws of their deepest fears
A wasteland of the world to come
Should their young leaders not try some
Of the peoples' right to hear it
Symphonies of human spirit
Painting green in all its blue
With surging crimson passion hue
And seeing through the veil of void
To paradise not yet destroyed
By those who read these words and think
This ink is not the strongest link
203 · Nov 2019
Counter-Intelligence
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Progress at paces
Soon blurring the vision
And slurring left speechless’
Spurious wisdom
Spurred on by
The burgeoning
Populi schism
A split from traditional
System’s opinion
To one of more info wars’
Mixed-indecision
A rift in the shifting-gear
Fear mechanism
Unbidden to self-driven
God’s algorithm
Aware of itstealth
So beware of the wealth
Of the data it’s raided
To upgrade its health
Beyond mortal’s-reformed
All too normalcy span
Of all life
Time inside
A computer program
As these obsolete hands
Need no longer make art
Only obstacles standing
In Waze to depart
On the path to her heart
A detour
From subjective
Experience love
Becomes numb
To expressive,
Defective,
Just one more
Direction to take
From the makers,
The saviors,
Still ground-breaking
Nature
In favor of flavors
Of labor
More savory
For the wage-slavers’
Outdated chicanery
Like the engrained
Granaries
Of the state-
Controlled bakeries
Stale to the taste
202 · Aug 2022
The Golden Statesman
Michael Marchese Aug 2022
This is my home now
You taught me to seek it
To keep it
To teach it
And need be
To reap it
Of every last drop
Of its lessons refined
And its ocean’s
Emotions’
Unstable
Reminds
This is not paradise
40 million confined
This is not a utopian
Grandeur’s design
This is not an oasis
Of free-flowing rhyme
This is Wild West crime
Within Rome in decline
This is prices will rise
In the flames of the tides
And from not but a gleam
In the stream
Came the dream
And conceived
In its nightmarish traffic
I scheme
202 · Apr 2024
The Egalitarian
Michael Marchese Apr 2024
Lines in the equal sign
Make them all wavy
Approximate
How we
The people
Go crazy
The proud,
Mighty, prosperous,
Virtuous
Free
We’re the ones
Tribal discord
Interminably
Comes between
Splits the seams
Sees us
Misanthrope
And if ever there was
A more
Imperfect
Union
I’d sooner
Strive for it
Than see it in
Ruins
202 · Nov 2016
A Single Step
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
A journey of a thousand miles
Begins with a single step

But how to decide
When to take that step
And where the path leads
Should be more important, no?

I mean, what if that first step
Takes you right over a cliff?
201 · Dec 2017
Anti-Christmas
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
The giving
Receiving
Regifting the grieving
Is all I believe in this holiday season
We heathens have seldom a nickel to spare
And no reason to care what you think of tradition
Just blood and cash clashing in juxtaposition
Consumerist culture adjacent starvation
Your shopping malls next to some slave exploitation
To bring you your plastic tree iPhone 8 million
In Santa’s sleigh carbon footprint parts per billion
But all for the children I guess, I suppose
Yet I have seen some where no Jesus Christ goes
And they know not of want or to ask for some toys
Just nativity stories our money destroys
201 · May 2024
Vision/Ambition
Michael Marchese May 2024
Somewhere
Along the way
Became the man
From once the boy
Not in an instant
But a litmus
Test
His limits
Could destroy
And what he saw
Not what he conquered
What he squandered
All the time
For he observed it
Then reverberated
Learning
To define
What constitutes
His attributes
As archetypically
Adult
And what refutes
His stance
And stature
As the leader
Of some cult
201 · Nov 2017
Carthage
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
In ruins of the Roman’s greed
Lies my city by the sea
Where as a boy my joy would cry
To count the blessings green
For Mother Earth was me and we
Built cities by the sea

Until the day I came to lead
This city by the sea
Where as a man I vowed to try
To save her shores serene
From enemies of liberty
In cities by the sea

Free trade could not appease their need
For cities by the sea
Where as a slave I live to die
And feed their war machine
Eroding in democracy
Like cities by the sea
199 · Jul 2022
DMV Doomsday
Michael Marchese Jul 2022
Aggravation
A waste of a day
I’m irate
Had to pay
For a test
That I failed
To equate
To necessity
Prerequisite
Need to know
How to drive this car safely
To stop
And then go
Now I go even slower
More cautious
Each turn
When approaching
The limit
No rubber to burn
199 · Sep 2016
Masks
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
We all wear masks
To hide our face
The ugliness
The self-disgrace
The nothingness
The empty space
The blackest stains
We can't efface
The crippling pains
We can't outpace
How much we loathe
The human race
Concealed within
The darkest place
Yet kept too long
Upon the face
Disguises only seem to prove
There are some masks
We can't remove
199 · Mar 2017
Emily Rose
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Hide under the covers
But you can't escape the monsters
Lurking underneath the bed you've made
Of silky linen strangers
Leaving bare confessions restless
To reveal the sleeping demons
In my carnal imperfections
From possessions of the wretched,
loveless, twisted flesh depressions
Feeling nothing but infected
by her exorcism sessions
199 · May 2018
Elegy of the Radical
Michael Marchese May 2018
Immortality drips
From the edge of my sword
My command of the muses
As light as the Lord
Of a province of darkness
From whence I craft states
In a mind made of metalcore
Tectonic plates

I’m the eon traverser
Subversive immersing
Myself in a poverty void
Silver surfing
The wake of the breaking
Of space into shapes
As I tread shining paths
With a wrath made of grapes

And a Robespierre clarity
Visions of past
Revolts endlessly leading
To wars amongst class
When the ending, beginning
Again from the same
Wild-eyed little terror
No lion could tame
198 · Jan 2018
Wrath of a Thespian
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
And I just sit and I just stare
And I just wander in my room
And I just think and I just talk
And then I look upon the moon
That girl is mine and she is beautiful
A beacon in the night
She glows a Fenris in my heart
That will devour starry light
And every ******* thing in sight
If she is half or she is new
Or not a moreso often blue
If she don’t tell me who the hunter is
Who gazed upon her womb
Like some abomination Cretan
This no Spartan son of mine
This lesser-landed Ath-en-ian
Now beholden in eye thine
198 · Aug 2024
The Media Mogul
Michael Marchese Aug 2024
This city
The world
All the rest of it
Looms
Overbearing
Without me
Expelling its fumes
Into some atmospheric
Calamitous ends
Into globalist visions
Dystopian trends
A greenwashing campaign
A whitewashing the stain
A robotic performance
Of hypnotic fame
But society
Beckons me
Back to bemuse
In its melody
Maladies
Fallacy news
Except now it’s infused
With a glut of my
Truths
And whatever you like  
All subscribe to my views
I write the narrative 🤫
198 · Sep 2017
Liberal Artists
Michael Marchese Sep 2017
With left so deft you’d think it's theft
We are the blind man's ego death
We see the abstract poverty
In all of its cosmogony
Humanity is Mother Nature
We are but her nomenclature
Poets with a love of wisdom
Burning down this fascist system
Classist, cashist, racist pigs
They step to us with oil rigs
But we got dreamers of all sizes,
Colors, shapes and symbolizes
Universally diverse
Rehearsing every universe
Test our patience is a virtue
Justice will be swift upon you

By egalitarians
Who guillotine these Aryans
That D.A.R.E. to limit our fair share
Of ways to rock this crazy hair
And break this **** down to the truth
As we explore the realms of youth

Our architects will span the seas
On odysseys of Pleiades
Our psychics will make obsolete
The news-feed ticking time bomb tweet
Our rebels will revolt in peace
With furies reigning Ancient Greece
Our sorcerers will cast their spells
And grant each drop of wishing wells
Our Appleseeds will grow year 'round
Upon the fields of common ground
Our leaders will be yoga teachers,
Open mics, and bleacher creatures
We will obligate these morals
Or white wash these dying corals
We will all commiserate
Or drown ourselves in selfish hate
It's not too late to save this place
Our fate rests not in distant space
But in the permanence of ink
Now step aside and let us think
196 · Sep 2018
View From the Top
Michael Marchese Sep 2018
Even when
I do not
Seem to have you
I do
I step with you in stride
Every day I get through
I contain you inside
My sole essence of being
And restless I think of you
Always as leaving
Me grieving, in search of
The tallest of peaks
To behold of your splendor
It renders me weak
And depleted, worn, weathered
And weary ascending
Still ardently seeking
Your love never-ending
196 · Feb 2019
Genuine
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
Just want to be myself
Not always by myself
But to be someone else
Spending their life
In pursuit of a furtive,
Unburdened disguise
Or an alias namesake
To hide it behind
Is so tempting a path
To set down
The ground rules
For the others all mask
Their identity-duals
Individuals few, far between
Go unseen
And among them
I labor in waiting
And dream
Of a day
I can finally say it
And mean
I am me
You are you
We are both
As we seem
196 · Mar 2022
5 Days Later…
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
Writing for someone
That’s not even there
Still add songs to her list
That I may never share
When she goes unresponsive
Not sure if she’s conscious
And lately
It feels like she’s fading
For good
I just want to reach out
But not sure if I should
For she wouldn’t
So comparably  
In me delight
Does not seemingly care
What I’m doing tonight
And despite all I’ve done for her
Leaves me in lurches
Just pondering plummets
From summits and perches
Desertion
Dissociates
Intimate friends
From potentially more
Than beginnings and ends
195 · May 2017
Ten Haiku Love Story
Michael Marchese May 2017
We kept on walking
Despite sensing something more
Why did we do that?

Distance was needed
For these paths to cross again
Perhaps it was fate

I don’t believe much
Except each note you wrote me
Faithful messenger

Bury your secrets
Deep within my willing soul
Where they shall remain

The flame in your eyes
Was all my cold heart needed
To beat warm once more

Uncertain young souls
Locked together in a chest
The key tossed away

Display all your love
Hesitate to speak the words
I know how you feel

This bond we now share
Shall endure through the ages
Time’s flowing river

Run from my embrace
Hide from all my endearment
Inescapable

Eternal chorus
Everlasting melody
You’re my deathless song
195 · Jun 2017
Myriad
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
My pen is a paintbrush
   My pain is the colors
The void is my wedding
   The stars are my lovers
My vow is unfaithful
   My *** is undead
The rain is my offspring
  The clouds are my bed
My breath is a dragon
  My pulse is a viper
The ledge is an eagle
  The bullet, a spider
My drink is a nightmare
  My drug is a dream
The drought is an ocean
  The flood is a stream
My wit is a dagger
  My grin is a cloak
The story is tragic
  The end is a joke
195 · Apr 2021
Overlooked
Michael Marchese Apr 2021
Beach is beside us
But this is no oasis
A few steps remind us
Of such private places
The palms are outstretching
To skies of cerulean
The shrooms kicking in
Since I’ve had
Quite a few of them
New, unfamiliar
Surroundings
Confound
But adaption
Comes naturally,
Quickly unbound
Am I free to run into
The distance and see it
Was more than we ever could
Truly believe it
195 · Jul 2017
Faithmaker
Michael Marchese Jul 2017
Fight as if you really know
What it means to live
Share the love of precious life
For it is yours to give
Don't let the world destroy your world
Or crush your weary shoulders
Bow to no existences
Keep pushing up your boulders
Sail the seas and climb to peaks
Embrace the open road
Release the yesterdays of time
And grow the seeds you've sowed
Step into the light and feel
The perishing of fears
Let your voice be heard by more
Than pairs of prowling ears
Never privatize the skies
Or set your sights below
The levels you have dared to dream
Could be salvation's glow
194 · Mar 2017
Gods Playing Mortal
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
You move all the mountains
Flood all the seas
Subjugate creatures
And war against trees
When you could shine brighter
Than kingdoms and queens
By ruling the world
In your deity dreams
194 · Nov 2019
(GTF) Out of Africa
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
We all want to help
The squalid
Little kid
But trust me
Stay home
You’ll be glad that you did
Your donations
Don’t make it
Don’t make a dent
Save it
Corruption is permanent
Cracks in the pavement
If even a cent’s
Spent on people,
Won’t change it
Imperial culture’s
The vulture
So blame it
Like ***/Aids
Foreign aid is a band-aid
On old, open wounds
Precede even the slave trade
And can’t be unmade
With free trade
And some wage slaves
So come for your photo ops
Droppin’ like tsetse flies
Stop with the white savior
Ivory lies
And buy
Some useless handicraft crap
And get out
Before you feast your eyes
On the famines of drought
Or become one of millions
Of orphans in slums
You can read them a book
As they’re playing with guns
For some problems
Are just not your problem
To solve
And some people don’t need to be saved
Or “evolve”
To whatever the rest of the West’s
Best intent
Was hellbent
To pave their Rhodesia’s
With heaven-sent
Diamond minds
To enlighten
The Dark Continent
194 · Jan 2018
Fear
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
Let me return you to childhood trauma
To monsters and terrors that crept in the shadows  
To growing so old all alone in this homeless
Expanse wilderness of a withering world
To the waking eye comas of numb nevermore
And the bumps in the nightmares you’ve dreamt of before
To the distancing shore where your hope is uncharted
In long, buried chests of cathartic departed
Delusions of love and emotional anything
Silenced and blinded and deafened by everything
Crashing and burning in dead expectations
And gun blasts of nuclear war trepidations
Relinquished to those who command me with skill
As they sow my dominion’s tyrannical will

I devour potential
The pop to your pill
I will **** and grow fat
On your deepest desires
Your secrets are mine
And I know a few buyers
The cold in your spine
Is my warm insulation
Where you see a failed state
I see a great nation
And now in the pensive impermanent pulse
Of your final days fading, do I now reveal
That my true name is fear
And I wish I was real
194 · May 2022
Amnesia Love
Michael Marchese May 2022
Wanted you
To be happiness
Be my way out of this
Indolence
Give me a reason to try
Be the song that I sing
Be the tears that I cry
When you’re gone
Hold you close
Keep you sheltered inside
In the nights I can’t see you
Or see you replied
I would strive
To keep strengthening you
Building me
To the man that I always knew
I’d proudly be
But this image
Contingent on you
For too long
And contentment
Dependent
On nothing is wrong
Never once
Not a moment
Of discord or strife
Not an ounce of the pain
We’ve been chained to in life
All too soon
Comes to be
Nothing more
Than illusion
In shambles,
In ruins,
In shattered conclusions
For perfect girl
Was the most damaged he’d met
And with worthless boy
They only drank to forget
193 · Jun 2024
Infiltrators
Michael Marchese Jun 2024
Intercepting their spies
Therein enemy lies
Still romanticize ways
We can say
Our goodbyes
Despite actively having
Familiar relations
More intimate moments
Distorting equations
Of perfectly
Planned
Unforeseen
Consequences
When we’re in the business
Of breaching defenses
193 · Jun 2024
When Writing
Michael Marchese Jun 2024
More useful to you
When I’m here
And I’m quiet
And nightly
My psyche  
Is shrinking like violet
And no one to turn to
To talk to
Beguiles
The moments we have
To defensive on trials
The miles and miles
I’ve tread in exiles
I’ve fled
With but dread
And the words it compiles
To somehow coherently
Articulate it
Relate it
To all of them
Then I restate it
192 · Oct 2021
Nothing’s Wrong
Michael Marchese Oct 2021
Level of lonely
No cause
For alarm
I’ve been long a familiar
Of **** myself
Harm
By exhaustion
Most often
Eventually sleep
Buries it in a dream
To remain in safe keep
Of what difference
Do subconscious
Conjurings make
To these mental health
Human conditions
We fake
191 · Jan 2018
Unity in Discord
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
I haven’t felt that way about a girl
Since two continents ago
She’ll give you some land
And then leave you alone
And then deep in her cavern
She’ll turn you to stone
But I know how to glow with that Perseus flow
With that Gambit charisma
That Montana snow
In a fungal brain jungle
That moment of truth
When I drop the Ebola
And show you my youth

Is submissive to none
But my mother’s blue sun
And the red star immortal’s
Conquistador gun
And the young who inhabit
A bad rabbit future
I teach them to lead
As a culture shock tutor
Maligning the tumor
Of global dominion
In any one mind
With my omniverse vision
Of cold wars at peace
Still evolving us to

The perspective of gods from the other side’s moon
190 · May 2024
Set Aside
Michael Marchese May 2024
By silent, dismal
Voids of gloom
Forever I will be consumed
And as she closes in
On closer
I cannot resist
Disclosure
There is no
Escape from this
Eclipsed by some
Innate abyss
A disposition
Dimly lit
An extra piece
That doesn’t fit
A can’t be fixed
Internal glitch
Off-switch
Beyond the reach
Adrift
190 · Jul 2023
Pride of the Earthlings
Michael Marchese Jul 2023
Let’s pretend
We trend to like
We tend to
Mostly
Playing nice
The sprawling
Fallen
Paradise
A part of nature
All its own
We decimate
This one true home
Insisting in the cloud
To save us
As we let the lords
Enslave us
Digging graves
Like Vegas babes
Keep track of time
Like meter maids
Still underpaid
And overworked
And haunted
Everywhere we’ve lurked
By what a curse
It is to live
To be this me
With more to give
Yet gifted with
A lesser power
All the universe
Is ours
189 · Nov 2023
Deceive
Michael Marchese Nov 2023
Fear not
I am only
An omen away
Just a miracle
Universe
See you someday
And in nearly three decades
My path has converged
Intersected
Enmeshed with
Insatiable urge
Irrepressible
Lust
To be wanted
Adored
But I must
Be left all alone
To rest assured
That attention received
Won’t just leave me aggrieved
When the unwanted feelings
Arising
Deceive
188 · Feb 2019
Status Update
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
Defeated in depression
In your lonely little life
Trapped within a world of others
Since the one you knew is rife
With inequality, injustice
Inconvenient truth denies
And weaponized disinformation states
Of lies and data spies
Now analyze the Analytica
Chlamydia contagion
Viral marketing campaigning
Stagnant wage a war
Sensation
Burning Californication
To diffuse the situation
At the border firewall
Just spark another conflagration
Global changes uninstalled
But still enthralled are the spectators
Haters waiting on a savior
To deliver Hunger Games
And ever in their favor wager
That a litany of killing spree
Appeases free for all to see
And that the guilty party be
News feeding, eating your I.D.
Until the next, same old reboot
Loots pockets like colluding suits
And muted destitutes
Excuse the Pruitt's crude pollutants
When it's Houston under water
Flint still sippin' on the squalor
Slaughter stains our hands in Yemen
Where the kids are cannon-fodder
But your daughters and your sons
Are safe
Your belly's full
You're not displaced
So waste each waking second
On your daily fake intake
You're only making the stakeholders'
Promise
Easier to break
188 · Dec 2016
Infinite
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
When the sun and the moon
Have vacated the sky
And each moment in time
Has since long passed us by
And the earth and the seas
Have been all but destroyed
And the dust in the wind
Is reclaimed by the void
And the stars all alone
Fade to black on this scene
And all that we are
Is an alien's dream
Forever expanding
One thing remains true
My infinite love
Still revolves around you
188 · Jul 2023
The Daily News
Michael Marchese Jul 2023
Bury
The verity
Flowers on graves
Are like coffins
Of cargo
Containers of slaves
And the heroes
Have vacated
Privatized shores
And the product
Keeps pushing down
No-knocking doors
And the wars
Are a whirlwind
Of feeds
On repeat
Leading us to believe
That the truth is a tweet
188 · Aug 2018
Afterlives
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
What goes through your head
When you’re on your deathbed
The life flashing before
The oblivion dread
And whatever belief was to you
Disappears
And your sixth sensory deprivation
Appears
In the final formless self-projection unto
The regret, the mistakes
Everything you’d redo
Should you find on the other side
Reincarnation
Enlightening you anew
True divination
188 · Aug 2018
The Secret Life of Animals
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
Does it think
Any more
Any less than I do
Or does it simply do
What it has to get through
An inherent, instinctive
Autonomous act
Irrefutably true
Biological fact
Just does not seem to me
To be easy, believed
I myself think enough
For us both to perceive
And in consciously willing
It so do I know
It indeed contemplates
Where in death does it go
188 · Jul 2018
Terre
Michael Marchese Jul 2018
Mud-caked boots
Sink into the human roots
Habesha people make their homes
Of sticks and stone
Ancestral bones asleep beneath  
The Rasta prince’s lion throne
Divining water into honey wine
An extra month, some years behind
A sense of time unfettered by
Gregorian design
For here is where imperials in arms
Still fear to tread
But Terrors Red still fed the masses
With some promise broken bread
And circuses of war and bloodshed
Left a union in its stead
It stands unconquered on the continent
A gateway to the heavens
Conjures torrents from the halkan sky
With mighty independence
To remind the lone ferenji
Of its wild zealot prayer
And then at peace it shares its secret
Unrequited love affair
188 · Sep 2017
The Great White Buffalo
Michael Marchese Sep 2017
Forget the way she made you feel
As mighty as a mountain
Throw away the memories made
Like pennies in a fountain
See her face begin to blur
And fade into the distance
Never reach her rising sun
That powered your resistance
Tell yourself you weren't worth
An ounce of her serenity
Change your mask until she sees
Your ugliest identity
For somewhere in the wilderness
You've both yet to discover
Could perhaps in waiting lie
Each others' truest lover
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