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867 · May 2017
Creative Non-Fiction
Michael Marchese May 2017
All furies, pharaohs, phalanxes
Will bow before the one
Whose fountain flows from phoenixes
To bathe him in the sun
For what is time if not his throne
And what is God but just a word
To thine whose kingdom shines against
Existence's absurd
And most perplexing paradoxes
Of dualities of man
And its sealed Pandora's boxes
Of reality's demand
Upon the lonely lucid dreamer
Who has seen beyond desire
In a world of Disney Movies
Where such fairy tales expire
To a hungry belly's hatred
And the fear of thirsty lips
And taking more than your fair share
Of poison apple trips
832 · Apr 2018
Crypto Currently
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
In the solace of self
I reside alone time
Not a person I trust
Anymore than my mind
For it knows who I am
It determines the truth
It compels me to peace
Of an alternate root
When I open its doors
With philosophy spores
And cogito of ego
And glistening shores
Beyond lavender meadows
And bottomless pits
Of eternity crumbling like coins
Into bits
818 · Oct 2017
Saraswati
Michael Marchese Oct 2017
She feels it too I know it
From the quivering composure
Of the question that she poses
To my rosie cheek cynosure
For if she beheld my heart
Within her hands, its final form
Would be swan songs of exposure
To her wisdom’s winter storm
In all the tongues that I could taste her
Lotus blossoms of creation
But no mortal may embrace her
She is goddess of temptation
817 · Oct 2016
Nightmarish Dreams
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
There is no grave
Of morbid gloom
More homely than
My mind's bedroom
Alone at night
My thoughts exhume
A conscious corpse
From sentient tomb

Awake in Death's
Eternal sleep
Necropolis
Of counting sheep
Shadows tip-toe
Demons creep
As Grim awaits
My soul to reap

I contemplate
These coffin themes
Insomnia's
Sepulchre schemes
Unresting place
Life's casket seems
To only hold
Nightmarish dreams
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
It is true
When they say
You're not you
When you're hungry
It ruins your day
When your belly is empty
Of plentiful joy
Then the slightest disturbance
Can leave you annoyed
And in dealing with others
Be flippant and curt
And in making progress,
Listless and inert
It reverts you to primacy,
Primitive need
And converts sharing, caring
To hording and greed
And will lead you to do
What you wouldn't dare deign
To consider permissible
Ways to attain
Your next meal
When you hear
Only your stomach rumbles
Succumbing to them
Just as the
Cookie crumbles
Until irrepressible
Monsters emerge
To devour whatever in sight
Can encourage
You to
Once again
Crack a mollified smile
Until the resurgence
Beguiles the bile
And after a while
Elapses, redaction
For while it grasps
At your brief satisfaction
You think only of
What remains
You can ration
As later-on's pangs
Boomerang
Right back atch'ya
The moment the flavor
Can no more be savored
And cravings enslave you again
To the anger
802 · Feb 2017
Absurd is the Word
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Is reality real
Or creating a lie
Is alive truly living
Or waiting to die
Is it finding out why
This body exists
Or discovering how
After death it persists
As our conscious amidst
An oblivious bliss
Do we still perceive
Of conception's abyss
Or become nothingness
On a thoughtless vacation
Of permanent time  
Could it be empty spaces
Are all that we find
Devoid in our mind
Would all purpose forego
Each moment of meaning
How could it be so?
With all that we know
And all that we feel
We're still left to question
Is anything real
794 · Sep 2016
Shipwreck Bones
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
The hull
Is his skull
Damaged and cracked
Childhood
Fractured
Teenage bliss
Bashed
Existence rocks smashed
His cradled youth brain
Over
    And over
        And over
            Again

The mast
Is his past
Black tattered sails soared
Plundered his splitting mind
In the depths he explored  
Left him drowning
Then washed up  
And stranded ashore
Consumed by his drinking
Anchored in thinking
These bones nothing more
Than the sinking
    The sinking
         The sinking
             Deplore

The stern
Is his spine
The helm of his motion
With no wheel it bends
To his current emotion
Emptiness craving
The weight of this ocean
A storm-weathered back
And eroded ribcage
Set a course for astray
As he drifts
     Ever further
         And further
             Away

The bow
Is his sternum
Sunken chest treasure
Greed sleeps in its hold
Through selfless endeavor
Still coveting gold
Yet pounding desire
White-cap knuckles slam
Against ego waves
Like a battering ram
Towards an island of purpose
His bones can stand for  
After yearning
    And longing
        And lusting
             For more

His heart
Precious cargo
Still breaks as it's thrown
To the soul-crushing blue
Lovelessness all alone
He clings to frail hopes
And starves to taste home
Yet thirsts for her fair
Aphrodite sea foam
To kiss his bones bare
This shipwreck skeleton
Over
   And over
       And over
          Again
“Let the steel of my resolve be not bested by the sum of my fears.”
-Parkway Drive
788 · Aug 2023
Unspoken Vows
Michael Marchese Aug 2023
You would seem
So far away,
So old and gray
From me astray
Estranged in nightly,
Out of sightly
Slightly differing decay
Complacent discontent
Is swept
Under delusions
Wanting more,
What more perfections,
Burning questions
Could you possibly
Need answers for?
Is no
Togetherness
Of us
Enough to turn our bones
To dust
What must
Befall
Before it’s just
All future ideation
Hushed
781 · Jan 2017
2016: An Elegy
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Now at long last
The year has past
Another now begins
Yet here I am still counting
All the 2016 sins

Let's start with Donald Trump
And this historical election
Another Great Leap Forward
Just back in the wrong direction

Truth itself was scandalous
And lies are still the norm
The media remembered Caitlyn
Then forgot the storm

While we just ate a Twitter feed
Like Russia they were hacking
Uploading Zika viruses
That sent refugees packing

To the blood-addicted streets
From Syria to our front steps
While we kept droppin' photobombs
And hashtag #noregrets

The pigs in blue, the black sheep herd
Still fighting all our battles
Since pale horses still possess
Each head of branded cattle

In this pea-brained agri-culture
Old McDonald take the hint
They're poisoning the wishing well
Just take a sip of Flint

Then dry your lips like Cali'
Where only Prince is sadder
To Wells Fargo draining pockets
None of your lives matter

Colin couldn't stand it
And even Britain's bailin'
As 20,000 people wrote
Harambe on their mail-in

Yet still we had some winners
Like Lebron, Leo and Sioux
But victories for Mother Earth
Are still too small and few

And now we stand
Throughout the land
Divided for the fall
All I can say is how the ****
Do we still drop the ball?
767 · Feb 2017
Home Alone
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
No one comes to see me
In the basement, comes to know
What is up in attics
But a screwy lightbulb's glow

Which more than one it took to change  
My empty canvas walls
From her Mona Lisa smile
Into Jackson Pollack halls

Having food fights with myself
And cleaning plates of thought
Yet leaving ***** dishes of
The hungry nights they brought

To an appetite for more
Than the kitchens we confine
Each microwaving minute
To the tombs in which we dine

Though silverware is sterling
And gold the chandelier
The finest china only made
My family disappear

Leaving me to parlor tricks
To stoke my fire places
And locked inside the study
Of my most unwelcome spaces

Where I learned of outside worlds
Far beyond my private property
And wrote of how to share them
In a game of life monopoly

Then took a **** on status quo
And flushed away the norm  
And shaved with cold steel sharpened on
The water's never warm

For in this house-divided
I'm a one-man civil war
Armed with rebel causes
For a union to restore

So my doors and windows are
Always open for my guests
But underneath the floorboard's
Where I take all your requests
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Fellow Americans
     Won't is not can't
           We can end this tirade
                This ignorant rant
           Neo-**** crusade
      This fearmongering
Xenophobic campaign
      This point your fat finger
           Take none of the blame
                 This **** flinging ape
            This bombastic baboon
       Rotting all of our brains
Like a ****** cartoon
       This email distraction
            For no course of action
                 Except the word "jobs"
            And a Twitter war faction
        This sick, twisted joke
This comedy act
         Dropping the curtain
             On matters of fact
                 This tax-dodging fraud
             Has stolen from you
         So what makes you think
You're a part of his coup  
         This billion-airhead
             Makes no cents at all
                  He speaks his small mind
             Behind a big wall
        This nuclear bomb
  To diplomacy's voice
        Aborting the right
             To democracy's choice
                  This false god complex
              Disguises his devil
         Deceptions to drag us
Back down to his level
         This Molotov cocktail
              In Putin's back pocket
                  His greedy heart froze
              In a cold-plated locket
          This coal-blackened soul
Toxic demagogue
         Keeps poisoning us
              By spewing speech-smog  
                   This climate change hoax
              Outweighs all the lies
         Deny this one truth
  And everyone dies
         This you're fired show
              Outsources our trust
                   To Chinese steel towers
              Of slave-labor rust
        This loaded handgun
To sanity's head
        Depravity bullets
              Promoting bloodshed
                   This locker room talk
              This all Muslim ban
        This election is rigged
This ******* madman
        This antithesis
              Of all we stand for
                   Great from our first steps
              Onto Liberty's shore
        So I beg of you now
Vote him off of the stage
        This dog's had his day
              Put him back in his cage
                   This nation was founded
              By working together
        And those who attempt
To divide us shall never
        Condemn our ideals
             To an amoral fate
                    Lest we forget
                         That love always trumps hate
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
It takes so much effort,
All my mental faculty
To see them equal
And deem it veracity,
Their brain capacity
Actually seems
To be emptier than
The most vacuous dreams
And my intellect screams
At the sky in defiance
But I can't deny
They are so absent-minded
At least in the ways
Of the sociopath
Who has grasped civilized
By the throat as its gasped
In the clutches of what is
Its ultimate form
I became
What it could be
An apex new norm,
But to them
I am just
Foreign ****,
Over-privileged
A money tree grown
In a garden of riches
Which just goes to show
How so little they know
Of the world as a whole
As they waste away
Playing their chattering role
Their ambition consists of
A ball and a goal
They aspire to be
What they're told
And accept
That in death they will pass into
God's divine breadth
Every breath they draw
Gnawing
On better addictions
Their language has less than
A dozen descriptions
No gifted musicians
Inspire their craft
All essentially cultural elements
Lack
And the fact is
They are just so different from me
Too condemned to this poverty graveyard
To see
That despite such a site
To behold
I am free
To be living among them
Harmoniously
Michael Marchese Mar 2019
It's not that I'm proud
Of mischief
Or misdeed
I don't flaunt
Impropriety
Blithely
At ease
And I often consider
The ramifications
On who is affected
By what I have taken
But still I revert
Consciously,
No remorse
To deliberate persistence
To veering off course
From a straight,
Perhaps narrow
And risk-averse path
But still one of integrity
Balanced, on-track
And progressing ahead
At sustainable paces
But reckless behavior
Is off to the races
The truth is
I like it
The thrill of the steal
The adrenaline, nerve-pumping
Rush
I can feel
And enjoy
I'm remiss to admit
Is the most fun I've had
In this boring cesspit
761 · Dec 2016
Custer's Last Stand
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
One day I will fade
From the annals of time
Along with conceptions
Of my human mind
Words that then gave them life
Be of speech or of pen
Will rust and dissolve
In the reigning of men
And moons waning then
On the powers that be
Will only sunrise
For the living to see
No sad elegy
From the melting ice faces
That filled up my oceans
With dark, empty spaces
My desert's oasis
Last puddle runs dry
The gardens I've tended
Will wither and die
No bluer the sky
No willows will weep
No creatures will mourn
Over my ever-sleep
As forever must keep
Spinning time in its hands
The valley still kneels
And the mountain still stands
Overlooking the lands
That I flowed through in peace
Unperturbed by the force
Of my river's release  
As the winds of change cease
To carry my name
Upon phoenix wings
That ignited my flame
When I felt earth reclaim  
All that I held dear
And saw no kingdom comes
That outshine the one here
No question mark fear
Just my last exclamation
This journey concludes
In the truth's punctuation
757 · Sep 2017
Exiled
Michael Marchese Sep 2017
The realist idealist
Marxist on acid
Unruliest Julius
Social class bashin'
Hash waxin' Jet Jackson
I'm back in it, packin'
My 9 days of fastin'
And rockin' my Rama
Like Lama of Dalai
To Burma, Malawi
I'm thirsty for Mali
Diwali to light up in spite of the plight
From the right, I'm so left that it's theft
All I own is the night
I been deep in the jungles
Apocalypse Now
Reading little red books
About chairmen named Mao
But like Gandhi's ahimsa I'm teaching them how
We make no man's land peace
From they cash Curacao

Where I see water everywhere
But not a drop to drink
Just hydro-frackin' krakens
They're unleashing on your kitchen sink
And still the rising Apartheid
Brings death before the dioxide
Insecticidal suicide
And herbicidal genocide
Colombia? That's classified
It's why I build my ark from FARC
Embarking on my Narcos kick
A fix fit for a Bolshevik
For now my journey never ends
Until I cure this homesickness
"Fascism is capitalism in decay."
-Vladimir Lenin
754 · Mar 2017
Emoticon Artists
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Why do we hide
Behind screens and devices
Confronting our problems
Like drones upon Isis

Dumping our waste
In a news-feeding sea
Then digging up dirt
On our best frenemy  

Swipe right for love  
If you tryna' hit
As you kindle the flame
And then hashtag it lit

Processing feelings
Like androids alone
Despite the reception
From every iPhone

So disconnected
Though closer than ever
To google chrome answers
All searching together

On profile pictures
You can judge a book
When the moral of this one
Is how do I look

Unfiltered facades
Of half-life expression
Selfie-absorbed
Anti-social obsession

Objective dimension
Of pretense inanimates'
Unblocked accounts
Of inactive inhabitants

Dwelling in shallows
Of in-depth distractions
Profiting off of
The Twitter war factions

Stop buying shares
Of the media Marxist
Still selling your souls
To emoticon artists
753 · Dec 2016
Prayer of the Atheist
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
When at long last the Heavens weep
   and God itself kneels at my feet
When angels sing their guilt and shame  
   and watch their kingdom razed in flame
When grace then falls like ashen snow  
   and Eden seeds no longer sow
When faith is formed of barren land
   and offered not to beggar's hand
When sin is but a preacher’s noose
   and slaves are of no further use
When no more ****** lies give birth
   and truth is reclaimed by the earth
It's then we build this world anew
   and then will I believe in you
750 · Feb 2023
Invisible Ink
Michael Marchese Feb 2023
See not the messages
Lying asunder
Go not to temptation
To beckon my blunder
For under the surface
Observance
Is clear
And my cryptic
Ellipsis
A sickness to fear
But appears
An abstraction
Attraction’s
Blurred vision
And fades
From the page
Like a razed composition
Conveying the grave
Like a bladed
Incision
Still spilling its villainy
Victimization
Of poor little me’s
Permanent
Paid vacation
Upon what is free
Just a fee to exist
And then not just deceased
We will cease to be missed
Like a vanishing wish
Dissipates in the mist
Like a widow
Divorced from reality’s
Kiss
749 · Sep 2016
Forgotten
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
My clock a' tick-tock'n
Half passed nevermore
My lifeboat a' rock'n
Lovesick to the core
No hope left of dock'n
On pearly white shore
When Grim comes a' knock'n
At my chamber door

Now all I've begotten
Befalls the scythe's drear
And all I stood for
Lies buried and rotten
I shed but one tear
For my last nevermore
I dread but one fear
It will all be forgotten

By long lost Lenore
748 · Oct 2016
Vow of the Demigod
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Born of Gaia's womb
    an Olympus beholder
Forsaken by Zeus
   fatherless, growing older
Promethean flame
   of mortality colder
Like Atlas I've carried
   the world on each shoulder
Condemned to the weight
   of my Sisyphus boulder
A Minotaur slaying
   Medusa's gaze holder
Lion amongst men
   an Achilles heel soldier
For argonaut strive
   makes my fleece all the golder
As Icarus pride
   razes my wings to smolder
Beneath Helios
   I will shine all the bolder  
Releasing my mind
   from Pandora's enclosure
And Tartarus pits
   of my Hades exposure
No shears of Fates sever
   my heartstrings' disclosure
Andromeda bound
   by the promise I told her
In fields of Elysian
   once more I shall hold her
743 · Dec 2016
Aliens
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
Is it truly human nature
This fear of the unknown?
We see aliens among us
And we'd rather be alone

Not look inside their homeless void
To seas of stars they drift across
From planets now destroyed
Systems rendered lifeless  
By battle droids we have deployed
And Death-star machinations
Despot warlord tractor beams
Cause anti-gravitations
Of resource, culture, sovereignty
Drained into the mothership
Warp-drives of Lady Liberty's
Distortion of democracy

To us their eyes are oil
Their tongues are suicide
Their offspring are jihadists
That we have crucified

The future of their species
Ethnic cleansed and slaughtered
Galactic-level genocide
By humanoid marauders
Reducing sentient creatures
To ion-cannon fodders
Then activate the forcefields
Preventing the invasion
Of refugees we've added
To the anti-life equation
As worm holes of our hatred grow
Infinitely to all we know

Different in appearance
But of the same design
If we'd but open universal
Borders of the mind
736 · Aug 2017
Hymn of the Heretic
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
I'm the unholiest of nights
I am nocturnal antichrists
I am the intifada phantom
Blacking out the Israelites

I am the netherworld Rohingya  
To Gautama's paradise
I can indulge in my salvation
For a fraction of the price

I am the spice of life aboard
Malagasy pirate ships
I am the pyramids of greed
Built atop the cracks of whips

I get on nerves of your Nirvana
I'm the burning Book of Mormon
I'm a hundred years of war
And famine, plagues and locusts swarmin'

I am 47 ronin  
To the Hiroshima priest
As they Shinto Harakiri
I am rising in the east

I am the fracture in the caste
Of the Brahmin’s brittle bones
I am the wrath of jealous deities
On Mount Olympus thrones

I'm the cult of personality
The Satan's circle level
I'm the hammer and the sickle
I'm the patron saint of rebel

I'm the heathen Eden extremist
The radical depiction
Of Muhammad's severed head
Adorned in crowns of crucifixion

I'm the Xenu Voodoo Guru
I'm the omniversal cosmic view  
The lord of space and time
And now my thetan horde awakens you

From sins of your mortality
I know them all too well
You place your faith in heaven
But I make mine here in hell
728 · May 2017
Transylvania
Michael Marchese May 2017
Is there no one else
Who can match my revision
Or best me in combat
And wars of attrition
Waged on blank pages
Engaged against foes
Of the lewd and loquacious
A ****** of crows
To poetry ravens
Of my nevermore
The ink that I bleed
Oozes out from each pore
And spills to the floor
With each succubus kiss
I will drip from your lips
On the tips of your tongues
Are my Dracula trips
Which mirror the words
Of my undying curse
A lifeless reflection
Of my multiverse
Forever condemned
To a coffin of night
Painstaking my heart
With each word that I write
726 · Jun 2016
The End
Michael Marchese Jun 2016
So this is the end
The bitter conclusion
No playing pretend
Maintains this illusion

Distance is dread
Time equates fear
Hope hung by a thread
Now we find ourselves here

Giving up we accept
Giving in we agree
To allow disconnect
To set ourselves free

Nights of constant regret
Days of endless rain
Bring forth the onset
Of perpetual pain

One last time we shall stare
Into fading hope eyes
One last time we shall share
Such heartbroken cries

So now it has ended
We sever accord
This love we have tended
Now dies by the sword
724 · Feb 2021
ADHD
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
So out of focus
Forgetting what hope is
A million plus thoughts
In the time that I wrote this
Sporadic,
Erratic
Descent into madness
My scatterbrain drained,
Concentration
Don’t have it
The static is torment
A torturous angst
I just want to turn off
Like a ****** to tranqs
And mistakes I keep making
Just making it worse
Everyday is a funeral
Night is the hearse
And by life I mean
Some sort of
Synthezoid cyclical,
Robot repetitive,
Cynical ritual
Such a habitual,
Dismal despair
An implacable dread
Is the burden I bare
706 · Feb 2017
Waves
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
I roll with the tide
As I surf the uproar
Of conscious tsunamis
Caressing the shore
Ebbing to the depths to find
The oceans felt before
Are just as fleeting as the waves
Of long-forgotten lore
698 · Feb 2017
Extremist
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
My vision's extreme
In the dreams I discern
From the truths I have seen
Through my passion to learn
Or the levels I turn up
My mind microwaves
In the money I burn
With a sacrilege fervor
In every concern
For a naturalist order
Where I am the hero
On silver surf boards
And webs that I spin
All amounting to zero
For greedy ring lords
My sting will strike down
Their thrones of excess
With my Leninist unrest
And save the world with methods that
Most leaders would detest
Like finding peace in nothing
But the self-destructive ends
To justify the means
Of the passing words with friends
Though the love you share is real
Your lives will move in flashes
I enjoy it while lasts
And then I burn it all to ashes
For I find my warmth in blizzards
Roastin' grand old dragon wizards
As I slither with the lizards
Running shivers down their crooked spines
And sautéing their livers
With some venom as my glass of wine
Droppin' toxin trips divine
Baptized in a river of the finer-sided knife
While I'm gettin' schizophrenic
In the severed ties to life
To empathize with those
Less fortunate than me
By calling it compassion
When I'm just an empty sea
Because I've felt it all before
And died at least a dozen times
But I still search alone for more
Than coloring the lines
With these radical approaches
To slaughtering the infantile
Crawling, begging roaches
By forcing them to stand against
The real exterminators
I'd Dooku them like Anakin
Did in the tusken raiders
Bringing justice to the galaxy
As I become Darth Vader
Still the chosen Jedi knight
Since my Eden is an orchard
In a poison apple bite
Despite my balanced forces
That are rooted in the trees
Making green the autumn leaves again
To plant my lega-seeds
By shedding skins to sin with Eve
In paradises lost
I'd sell my soul to Satan

*No matter what the cost
696 · Nov 2017
Parda
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
Anupshahr disharmonies approaching midnight now
A festival, a holiday, perhaps a sacred cow
Is to be venerated piously
As custom will allow
To Mumtaz-Mahal Calliope
That Shah Jahan’s my vow
Unto unveiling a society
That forces her to bow
Her brow, avert her eyes
From thoughts of impropriety
Oh how she tries, but can’t revise
Disguises hiding womanize
Abusing them in privacy
As Durga roars and Sati cries
I’m left to worship silently
695 · Jan 2022
The Temptress
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
Hoping she’s sleeping
Not creeping about  
And in silence I’m keeping with
Demons of doubt
They keep nagging
And bragging
I told you so
Knowing
Before she invaded my heart
Overflowing
In storms of her turbulent
Surge volatility
Scourge of the underworld
Urging virility
Silly me thinking
She loses control
Just misplaces her mind
And embraces the cold
688 · Feb 2017
Welfare
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
One bad seed is all it takes
To rot the apple to its core
One bad egg, the dozen breaks
Before it even leaves the store
The hungry clean the mess this makes
And still they never ask for more  
Than one last supper's talking snakes
Which empty cups of all the *poor
685 · Nov 2016
Guilt
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
I bump in the night
I creak in the door
I drip in the pipe
I lurk in the floor
Buried
And beating
And drumming of war
My legions will echo
The pulse you ignore  
In your blood
In your veins
I'm a plague you can't cure
So check in your closet
Open each drawer
Look under the bed
I'm not there anymore

You can turn on the light
Then slam shut the door
Fix the drain pipe
And claw at the floor
Buried
And beating
I still drum of war
I still know what you did
I still sing of the gore
In your head
In your mind
As you rot to the core
I will conquer your soul
From your heart I will pour
I will spill from your guts
You are mine evermore
684 · Nov 2023
Still Nonetheless
Michael Marchese Nov 2023
Still nonetheless
Hurts
Your reversal
Of fortune
What’s up wit me?
Now you see
In full distortion
Was not what you wanted
Expressed
Or repressed
Miss me
Just keep me guessing
Hurts still
Nonetheless
684 · Oct 2018
Hantuuta
Michael Marchese Oct 2018
Seems like something's dying
In here
I can smell it
Could be the two mice that I killed
No regret it
In here there is room
For but one vermin's need
To feed freely on misery
That rat is me

Utterly, absolutely,
Completely alone
Learning how to make
This dimly lit cavern home
Which is seldom if ever
Enough to appease
Electricity greed
In the shadows I breed
So illumined is my
Filthy rodent disease
And so clearly they see
The rat
Is in fact,
Me
672 · Nov 2018
Gaban Jira
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
Frenetic mess of masses clasping
Medium exchanges passing
Hands are cashing in the yield
I keep my eyes banana-peeled
For ripest, firm, devoid of bruise
Punctiliously, as I choose
What to refuse
What to consume,
What's ready to be
Purchased soon
Averting each
Judgmental gaze
Occasional obscene displays
Of wary to my
Alien
Selections vegetarian
Restricted even further still
By what I can not cook or ****
Just here to fill my plate
With weight
Of yesterday, same thing I ate
And don't expect these habits change
Until my taste buds rearrange
Far from this strange, Muslim bazaar
I feast again like Shah Jafar
672 · Jun 2016
A Forlorn Optimism
Michael Marchese Jun 2016
Mine is a forlorn optimism
A splendid setting sun
Sinking in somber solitude
Amidst daylight’s dwindling radiance
Canvas of colorful clouds
Painted across the vast emptiness of my soul

Such surfaces shelter submerged secrets
A deep, darkening heart
Clandestine it beats beneath waves I conjure
Rolling rhythmically to the tune of time
Until my tempest symphony crescendos
Upon shores of strife and sorrow

From the sands I behold this spectacle
A temporary testament to eternity
Pondering purpose from this convergence
Oceans of the hopeless forever
Into skies of the faithful infinity
Extending arms towards the unreachable
*Horizon
672 · Nov 2018
The Author's Dilemma
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
Keep stalling
On scrawling down
Novel ideas
In my dreams,
Clearly seen
Do the plot-lines appear
To ensnare my subconsciousness
Slumbering phase
To awaken my procrastination
Malaise
Is it laziness
Dazed in a maze
Of my craziness
No
I just know
It will bore me
With lackluster prose
Without rhyme to find reason
To read it back after
I'd lose any inkling of muse
By the chapter
So always it seems to
Revert me to verse
To immerse me instead
In this poetry curse
671 · Feb 2017
The Prof Pic of Perspective
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
To capture every memory
In picture-perfect frame
Would only fake the smiles
And immortalize the pain

Of each Kodak moment harmony
Developed in full color code
Fading black to lenses of
The default selfie-centered mode

On cameras of eternity
With narrow fields of view
Dropping photobombs upon
The panoramic few

And Snap-chatting their legacy
Until the story ends
Sharing flashes passing by
With faceless friends through hashtag trends

Unfiltered in their apathy
So ugly in their vanity
Or maybe I just see the world
Through different red-eyed sanity
670 · Sep 2023
Succinct Subversion
Michael Marchese Sep 2023
Undermining power intellectually
Can make more of an impact
Than trying to dismantle it
Entirely
668 · Jan 2022
Stuck in my Head
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
I’ll be there beyond it
With you there in spirit
And fear it no longer
As fate comes to sheer it
This clearly not meant to be
Quite so erratic
Sincerely the end is drawn
Nearer to tragic
Down falling
In some kind of rabbit hole
Can’t let her go
But it’s not even like
She is mine to control
Mind control
Is more her
Supernatural gift
And by it
My banana brain
Seamlessly split
662 · Jan 2023
The Girl I Write to
Michael Marchese Jan 2023
Longing
Becoming
Inherent
To me
I am yearning
Her turning
Her head back to see
In my imagery
Vividly
Visions of us
In eternally
Wondering
Wandering trust
Reaffirmed in a gesture,
A word
A display
I can’t wait
To embrace you
And next to you lay
Every night if I have to
Be glad to
Awake
To the unruly mess
Of your hair
That we make
To escort you again
To consort with you
Lend
What my pen
Can’t report
In these letters I send
655 · Jan 2017
False Advertising
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
He said go forth and multiply
To all the silly rabbits
Then he sold  
His tricks to other
Kids with ***** habits
Except the ones
Who only buy
The rotten truth from maggots
Then join them in
The dirt to share
Salvation's feast of caskets
641 · Jun 2016
A Life Bereft of Love
Michael Marchese Jun 2016
I am a shadow of a shadow
Creeping through existence
And the bleakest realities
Of a life bereft of love

I am a faithless angel
Believing in nothing
And praying for the end
Of a life bereft of love

I am a quiet crypt
Entombing a silenced soul
And a muted mind
Of a life bereft of love

I am a vast ocean
Encapsulating emptiness
And the cold dark void
Of a life bereft of love

I am a rotten corpse
Decaying slowly to time
And mundane dreariness
Of a life bereft of love

I am a voracious vampire
Craving the night
And draining the veins
Of a life bereft of love

I am a clandestine mystery
Withholding the secrets
And worthless revelations
Of a life bereft of love

I am a cold-blooded serpent
Slithering in lies
And venomous mendacity
Of a life bereft of love

I am a grim visage
Adopting false smiles
And fallacious contention
Of a life bereft of love

I am a ghost of a phantom
Haunting the living
And those who know not
Of a life bereft of love

I am a hellish demon
Burning in impurity
And corrupted innocence
Of a life bereft of love

I am a lonesome sepulcher
Dwelling in solitude
And self-imposed isolation
Of a life bereft of love

I am a forlorn oblivion
Devouring light
And what radiance remains
Of a life bereft of love

I am a hollow shell
Resonating dins of depravity
And tortured screams
Of a life bereft of love

I am a deceitful siren
Beguiling lost passerby
And luring them to shores
Of a life bereft of love

I am a black rose
Wilting in misery
And withering beauty
Of a life bereft of love

I am a self-destructive beast
Rampaging in anger
And constant frustration
Of a life bereft of love

I am a spreading disease
Afflicting this world
And all of mankind
Of a life bereft of love
627 · Jan 2017
Marooned
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Winter's razor seashore kisses
Permeate my skin and bone
Slicing deeper than abysses
Sharpened on rock bottom stone

Now dead men's tales and widows lull
My vessel towards the blue it lacks
She reached inside my beating hull
And shipwrecked me to fill the cracks

With distant memory city lights
A dreadnought captain's ghostly fleet
Of anchors made of empty nights
I drag along this lonely street
623 · Aug 2021
Crossing Paths
Michael Marchese Aug 2021
Does everyone
Wandering in
My direction
Provide me a reason
For more self-reflection
A lesson,
A reason,
Was this meant to be
Fail to see
How it all happens
Naturally
623 · Nov 2016
Piping Hot Hones-tea
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
The selfish life is killing me
Petty
Minds
Instilling me
With boiling kettle enmity  
Staining shell of steel
Evaporating empathy
Deforming each ideal
To freshly-brewed misanthropy
Angry
Hands
Are spilling me
Onto the skin of vanity
My scalding heat is real
This melting world in agony
To puddles we conceal
Still slipping on my sanity
Trippy  
Thoughts
Fulfilling me
By pouring out my clarity
As liquid suns of zeal
Into your cup of apathy
Sip on the warm reveal
Don't burn your tongue on lunacy
*Drink only what you feel
611 · Mar 2017
Montezuma
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
As a king I have walked
Through Tezcatlipoca  
Where life is no more
Than their fountain of youth
Yet shadow and death
Is conquistador truth

In my heart sacrificed
For transcendence I seek
Quetzalcoatl
At Tonatiuh's peak

My Mexica will rise
To Huitzilopochtli
The lord of the skies
Makes Cortes desires become lunacy
By returning all things
Back to Tlaltechutli
610 · Mar 2017
Ethnic Cleansed
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Bleach the stained democracy
By drowning out my tie die cry
In your win-cycle history
Then hang me out to dry
606 · Nov 11
Last Day of Work
Look out
One last time
How it all
Just goes by
How I started here
No one
Afraid to be seen
Lacking confidence
Cognizance
It would soon mean
So much more
Than a job
Now a part of me
Robbed
And though grateful
A hateful
Irate
Inclination
I can’t seem to quell
To dispel
Its frustration
When duties I’ve taken
For granted
Retired
And services rendered
No longer required
601 · May 2019
Charity Case
Michael Marchese May 2019
Wishing you were anywhere
But here
Can be
A decent state to be in
If you can still appreciate
The kindnesses you're gifted
Without so much to part with
Or to donate foreign strangers
Who have been on the receiving end
Of their fair share of dangers
When displaced in distant
Destinations
Illuminations
Of the darkest spaces
All too often getting lost
In what I thought
Might find myself again
In Paradise’s cost
Another fortune
Disproportionately
My prerogative
Compared to millions out there like me
Who may have much more to give
Than take away
From every goodness sake
And goodest grace
The human race
Seems willing to embrace me with
Despite the dearth they make
A common trait among the masses
I am still content
To exploitate
600 · Dec 2016
2016: A Love Story
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
Twenty sixteen on some shrooms
Was all about them waves
In all the overcrowded rooms
Of resolution slaves
Diggin' raves
While I was ditchin'
This red solo cup existence
By filling up my head with a
Reality resistance

Through the sands of time I sifted
Back to all the wasted years
How my need for speed had shifted
From its crash and burnout gears
Sippin' beers
While I was waitin'
For my turn to dance with Satan
With my blackened liver hopes and dreams
Slowly disintegratin'

My cuckoo clock then hatched a plan
Perhaps in trippin' I would fall
In love with her and understand
The purpose of this droppin' ball
Startin' small
While I was tryin'
To ensure she'd keep replyin'
To the messages I sent
From satellites that I was flyin'

Passion then my only crime
We melted winter snows
But sparks inside my opened mind
Had wilted like a rose
Hittin' lows
While I was missing
My Lucy skylight diamond ring  
Traded in for but a taste
Of the only finer thing

Obsessions made of solid gold
The price of my adventure
Possessions that I could not hold
Outweighed her sweet surrender
As it were
While I was teeming
With a world of peaceful dreaming
I overlooked the only one
That ever gave mine meaning

*And suddenly it seems that I
Am twenty seventeening
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