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312 · Oct 2017
Guagamela
Michael Marchese Oct 2017
As lost in my writing
As I am the world
Fixated on finding
Perfection of word
Has guided me thus far
Along undeterred
Though I swerve
With a fervor
Fanatic erratic
My course is corrected
With focused precision
Of my diplomatic
A noble demeanor
Of virtuous tact
An entitled opinion
On ethical fact
And a skeptic at best
To conventional wisdom
A glitch in traditional
Bugs in the system
A tiger's charisma
The candor commander
My lion-heart echoes
The Great Alexander
With reckless abandon
I conquer my fears
With artful aesthetic
I fashion my spears
Of destiny waiting
For my hands to seize
The moment I note
My divine symphonies
"I had rather excel others in the knowledge of what is excellent, than in the extent of my power and dominion."
-Alexander the Great
312 · Sep 2016
Weapon of Mass Corruption
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Vaporized
Nuclear skies
Dehumanized
Before your eyes
Let shadows stain
Your throne of lies
And downfall reigns
Fill your warhead
With haunting cries
Of burning dread
When no replies
Or tears are shed
For the melted, faceless dead
No peace is spread
No words revised
In treaties forcing all complies
Pledge to disarm
Then supersize
The god complex
Hellbent disguise
Is worn instead
As profits rise
For sycophantic
Suits and ties
The circling vultures' hunger fed
On stuffing pocket carnage prize
Then hollow carcass speech is read
And every empty promise said
Selling us this freedom guise
While purchasing our dark demise
And sharing it
With our allies
Until all cents of life is bled
At the expense of those who've pled
To end the violence
We devise
An age of terror we have led
As hate and fear in flesh embed
A fusion bomb
That greed has bred
The human race
Runs ever-red
Mankind erased
And in its stead
A fallout zone
Is our deathbed
311 · Nov 2016
Die Another Day
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
Embrace my words and feel my pain
About to jump right off this page
Pushed to the edge of self-disdain
Release me from this sealed-fate cage
A life enveloped by mundane
Each letter signed sincerely, shame
A suicidal note bullet
That ricochets within my brain
And poisons yours with but a drop
Of venom from my weeping vein
So drink it in
Forget my name
Blackout within
My ink blot stain
Awake the hangman every day
And die with me each way again
310 · Feb 2017
Wild Side
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Living on the wild side
Of man-made legislature
With a will of rhino hide
Defending laws of nature

From invasive species gaining
On a three-ring circus stage
In an age of lion-taming
Makes us monkeys in a cage

As we're sinking to extinction levels
Captives in a profit zoo  
When grizzly bear essentials
Could replant the trees where once they grew

When green was life, and not its price
And Earth it had no cost
Her beauty would alone suffice
For all resources lost

Before we ravaged her chaste skies
And bled her dry of ****** lands
By forcing her to synthesize
Our selfish energy demands

Vicious avaricious rats
A mass consumption plague
Of king cobra bureaucrats
No drop of oil shame

Rising seas to meet their marks
Bottom-fed on dying reefs
Cold and lifeless, great white sharks
Their souls of coal lie deep beneath

Pearly, sparkling teeth of preachers
Sheep until their time is done
Show these puny, insect creatures
Powers of your chosen sun
307 · Jun 2016
A Writer's Elegy
Michael Marchese Jun 2016
I need you to know
The demons I'm fighting
Before I must go
I'll share them in writing

I’m made of regrets
And mundane subsistence
Incarnate vignettes
Of a worthless existence

I’ve lain with my guilt
A restless bed shared
My guts have been spilt
But nobody cared

I could empty the grief
Drain these misery veins
Feel the crimson relief
But the deep blue remains

I draw nothingnesses
From black hole heart
Paint abstract abysses
Oblivion art

I’m always alone
In a crowded room
I’m always unknown
In a nameless tomb

I’ve been lured to wastelands
To seek self-destruction
On siren shore sands
Of lust and seduction

I’ll slowly bequeath
My will to survive
As Time bares its teeth
And consumes me alive

I believe when you die
So too does your soul
Salvation's a lie
And Truth rots in a hole

I’m leprous afflictions
To your smiling faces
I'm faithless convictions
To pious good graces

I’ve woken in sorrow
From unfulfilled dreams
Cursing tomorrow
With nightmarish screams

I revel in vices
Of white winter's blight
And devil devices
Of shame-bottled plight

I welcome the reaping
With feasts of laments
With fine wines of weeping
And sin's decadence

I’m carrion skin
An atrophied carcass
Decaying within
A flesh-eating darkness

I’ve watched mankind sink
To the depths of its greed
As I've drowned in the ink
Flowing blood that I read

I'll hang from the gallows'
Rope of mortality
Claimed by the shadows'
Noose of reality
306 · Jan 2017
Creatures
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
I'm just a lone wolf feasting on
A flock of no variety
A junkyard dog whose had his day
Unleashed upon society

To liberate the colonies
And warring hives of drones
Who drop their bombs like flies upon
The roaches under stones

Free to soar with eagles
From the cages of these birds
Who clip my wings and dull my plumes
With pigeon-carried words

These ravenous hyenas
Cackling over carcasses
And opportunist vulture beaks
Who slither in the darknesses

Bowing as the lion king
Is flooding the savannahs
Cutting all the jungles down
And stealing our bananas

As he builds his pride rock higher
By selling lies of ivory
Until the lesser creatures have
All disappeared entirely
306 · Sep 2016
Kids on Drugs
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Power trip monopoly
Is played
With human property
To trade
Us for the Holy Grail
And drug crusade
Us straight to jail
No passing go
Or class
Or puffs of satan's burning grass
No abc's
No lsd's
But keep us hooked
On begging knees
For liver fails
Cancer sticks
And sleight of hand
Magician's tricks
Deceptions made
Through politics
A veto of mentalities
That think deep
And lose sleep
Pondering mortalities
And look in
And speak out
To question their realities
The open minds
One of a kinds
The won't be sold
The uncontrolled
Substance abusing fiends who dare
To seek the truths
Kept from their lungs
And wicked psychedelic tongues
By taking all of which they care
Then pass it on for all to share
305 · Jan 2018
Hanuman
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
Save them all if I could
Feed them three squares a day
Then we’d celebrate the union
Of the monkey gods at play
305 · Dec 2016
An Epitaph
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
Weep not for me
I found release
From all the pain
In heart, in mind
In every day
I felt each chain
Just wash away

Look to those tides
And tiny toes
For your white sand
The truth of all
By these oceans
I still stand
And feel so small

Pray not for me
It too shall cease
The love, the hate
The things we hold
What God hath wrought
All we create
From conscious thought

Instead rejoice
This comes from you
My Mother Earth
Tended my seed
From root to tree
To seek rebirth
And set me free

Mourn not for me
I made my peace
Under the sun
In life, in death
To just exist  
To be as one
To self-desist

So watch me fly
For 'neath your wings
You let me hide
Then from the nest
You let me soar
Now hear with pride
My lion's roar
305 · Jul 2022
Rebuild
Michael Marchese Jul 2022
World is imploding
I’m stuck in it droning
Unknown to it still
In this quest
Of disowning  
So long ago
Left
Dispossessed
Was my message
Until homelessness
Was my lonely
Last vestige
Of clinging to
Abnormally
Non-conformity  
Lost in the scale, scope and skies
Of enormity
Mourning my
Torn in two
Unification
The love that once lived
To rue days of forsaken
Awakening
Sum of my fear
Contemplation
And dwelling no further
In its ruination
304 · Nov 2018
Gaafi Qabdu?
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
Questions warrant answers
But so many seem to be
For me
Directed in my general direction
Just for my attention
To be given over
To a prying pair of eyes
So languid in its little mind
But then in kind
I find an offer
For my curtest of reply
Albeit with an edge
Of temperamental
Sharpening responses wry
I can't deny the food
They share
With me
Without a reason why-
Just some extra questions
I'm more willing to oblige
For with my hunger satiated
My impatience can resign
303 · Jan 2017
Epicurus
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
For all my wisdom I must ask

What compels a man to fear
His shadow passing in the night
The tunnels at the end of light
Perhaps he's yet to see things clear
His hands may yet have more to write

Yet death still punctuates his life

So why must he then go to war
To understand the blood he's shed
And why he bought the lies he's fed
When only truth knocks on his door
And turns the switch off in his head

Did he not kiss the wife he'd wed

Before forever meant forever
After love split at it seams
And ripped apart their broken dreams
To build it all back up together
Stronger than it's ever been

But then it all fell down again

Somewhere along the way I guess
For nothing made him feel at home
Inside this man still felt alone
No lullabies could bring him rest
From cradle to the graven stone

Entombed beneath this biodome

All things return to soil
As my rotting flesh eternity
No more than maggots eating me
Until my bones are drops of oil
Spilling in the deep blue sea

Is this all that we're meant to be?

Who can say or really know
These gods and mortals can't compare
To dimensions far out there
The places we all long to go
Though only few discover where

To find their peace on earth to share
302 · Jan 2017
How to Save the World
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Spellbound by her radiance
My blue natural resourceress
My damsel in distress goddess
Her Amazoness princess kiss
Casts no drought apocalips
As her spoiled kids languish
In their ignorance is bliss
I try to dry her eyes' anguish

Of floods that pour from existence
Human condition hurricanes
Of pain her tempests weep in vain
As tears of capital disdain
To wash away the stain of gain
Poisoning her brain again
Pollute her womb's bloom as we play
This methane game another day

And force her to create instead
Four horsemen mounting steeds of dread
Nightmares that run the greed stampede
That sleep in heads and soil beds
And reap the dead and dying seeds
The growing hungry mouths to feed
Exceed the planting fruited trees
Still we believe we need not grieve  

Or mourn the lesser lost species
Mere casualties to devil's deeds
And all the weeds of Eden's Eve
At its root but one deceives
And fells her to bereaving knees
Where mortals know not what it means
To taste the breeze her spirit frees
Into the wilderness of dreams

This Holy Ghost is serpentine  
Forked-tongue, snake-oiled fear machine
Robotic slaves to industries
Still fueled by God complexities
With processors that just don't see
Or hear her songs of harmony
Life's ever-beating melody
She gives us temporarily
299 · Sep 2018
The Roommate
Michael Marchese Sep 2018
We shared the same room
The same bed
But I dread
Getting into her head
When inside her undoing
Eschewing from ruining
This union through
Everything I would say
I could do
To keep you
From discovering never a love
I declared to be true
And least of all this ill attraction unto
Her lascivious libidinous
Easy come
Easy go, watch me leave
Before you
Even know
298 · Nov 2016
Abstract Art
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
Now spilling I grieve   
For hourglass sands'
Last grain of denial
Has slipped through my hands
No longer to sift
Timeless, through her strands
As if I were mapping
Some uncharted lands

That drew me so near
To exhuming her chest  
X-marking the spot
With secrets confessed
Unearthing the treasures
Of feelings depressed
Removing the locks
As we coalesced

Two beats to appear  
Harmonized in this dance
Two bodies entwined
In twist of fate's chance
Two masquerades lifted
Unveiling romance
But of their true faces
A mere passing glance

An image unclear
Made blurry by shame  
Forever instilled
As picturesque pain
Shattered too soon to fix  
This fragile glass frame
We crashed in the fall
Like downpouring rain

Now after a year
Of splitting apart
How could these torn souls
Glue back to the start
How can you repaint
Two realist a heart  
When distance has made them
Estranged abstract art
298 · Dec 2017
What’s Right
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
Keep ‘em hungry, keep ‘em dumb
Keep ‘em silent, keep ‘em numb
Said the fascist to the master
Make each nun a smoking gun
And then the pastor preachin’ faster then
Said boy why don’t be shy
And then the actor’s ballot caster rolled
The fake news that you buy
With all your pay to playchecks next in line
The soup is gettin’ cold today
‘Cuz poverty’s the crime of every diamond Dozen dreamer with a dollar to their name
Unless they anglicized its meaning
And then made them wear the blame
A badge of shame like scarlet letters
Chained around their right to choose
How Lady Liberty presents herself
In multiethnic hues, or so we’re told and so we Hear, and so we’re taught to hate and fear, Then disappear the past like pastors
And the masters
And the fascist fake-newscasters
But the federal reserve should be the one we’re Goin’ after
296 · Dec 2016
Many Forms
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
I the writer, word is life
I the fighter, pen is knife

Knight of shadows, sword in hand
Shoreline treader, toes in sand
Lion's pride, etched on the rock
Big bad wolf, shepherds the flock

I the schemer, hath no plot
I the dreamer, sleep forgot

Rising suns, ignite the spark
Waning moons, prefer the dark
Leather bound, an open portal
Ancient scrolls, withhold immortal

I the tinker, mastermind
I the thinker, out of time
296 · Jan 2023
The Cave-Dweller
Michael Marchese Jan 2023
Ruin me
Leave me eschewed
From indulgence
Removed from
Illumined,
Enlightened
Effulgence
For brightness no longer
Dispels what the dark
Can so harken me back to
And seamlessly spark
Reminiscence
Insistence
On spectral
Temptation
Forsaken
Intruders
From dreams
Reawaken
Retracing my steps
To misplacing regrets
Just reveals
That I feel
Empty nest
Hollow threats
Either change
Or keep feigning
Your value equates
Unconditional love
In two natural-born apes
296 · Mar 2017
Tree-Huggers
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
We have risen from dirt
To be stewards of earth
To account for all life
Free of value or worth

Evergreen in our growth
To divine suns of truth
Chlorophylling our minds
With a fountain of youth

Still losing ourselves
In an arboreality
Nurturing seeds
Of an elementality  

One of sequoias
Who weep with the willows
And make their leafbeds
Out of solid rock pillows

So spill your coal ash
In our wildest streams
You can't stop the flow
Of our lucid sea dreams

Repainting the blue
Iridescent with reefs
Transcending horizons
Of vision's motifs

Where Shamu think tanks
Dive deeper than whales
Exploring the depths
Of serpent shale scales

Who drill to our cores
As we quake with the force
Of Pompeiian eruptions
And wars of resource
Michael Marchese Nov 2023
Dusk settles in
On my grimmest despair
Of my guilty subconscious
I’m all too aware
Too fixated on quelling
The faith reservations
Uproarious tirade
Of self-confrontations
At war with
Internal conformist
Resent
I nocturnally wander
The wastes of lament
Not enough for
My suffering’s
Love hesitant
But sincere
What I actually feel
Is content
295 · Jan 2024
Overeating
Michael Marchese Jan 2024
You’d think by now
I’d overcome
My undoing
Reclusive
Obtuse
Of no use
Just consuming
Indulgently,
Carelessly,
Selfishly
Sating
My lust
For the never enough
Stuff I’m craving
But they could all watch me
To no end devour
Avert their gaze
Flee from my gaping jaws
Cower
Before my voracious
Most wasteful
Disdain
In its hungry indifference
Treats them
All the same
295 · Jan 2017
Book of Revolution
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Further down the wishing well
The pale horses descend
The wheel of time is turning
As we're thirsting for the end

Faith's accursed plagues have reaped
The Eden fruits with drought
Apocalyptic famine's war
Yet spill no drop of doubt

The only change is rising seas
That flood the streets in vice
Treading in the melting ***
As cook's increase the price

The cost of life almost as high
As crossing Heaven's border
For the heathens' health and home
We offer you no quarter

Here lion rules devour  
All the naive little lambs
And prayers will fill the bellies of
The beggar's hungry hands

Now fear and hatred subjugate
The mass consumption slaves
Buying that salvation lies
Somewhere beyond the graves

Locked inside such walls we jail
Convictions in a cell
Of mind incarceration
With a death sentence to hell

In anthems of hypocrisy
To not take part is treason
Yet burning cross injustices
Need only pious reason

To deny the evidence  
That helps us to evolve
From silly monkey problems
Flinging **** can not resolve

Unless this nation under God
Pledges loyalty
To the truths it has forsaken
We can not be free
293 · Dec 2017
Pasiphae
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
You made me gentle
And passionate calm
Yet you triggered my spark
Like a riot rhyme bomb
My explosion introversion
Through the netherworld of fear
To wag my tail and show my mane
Every time you would appear
And how I longed to feel your touch
And drink from skulls of your oppressors
I would try to save the world instead
Of leveling your lessers
Into servants that appease you
On their knees to even see you
As I breathe you in these poets
And I teach them how to be you
With your rebel goddess wrath
And your diplomatic peace
And a strength no man could equal
And a ride no man could lease
With all that Mother Nature power
In your elemental waves
So adrift in the emotions
Of clandestine sea floor caves  
Until you leave ‘em on their way
Seeking out the very best
Until they’re rising in the east
As mythic dragons of the west
A restless, willful reminiscence
Of the past you found me lost in
Learning how to make your enemies
The ones I’m Holocaustin’
292 · Oct 2022
Unfinished Business
Michael Marchese Oct 2022
It’s almost like
There could be blissful
Amidst
The conflictual
Phantasmagoric
Abyss
Like a day
I don’t want to die
Nearly as much
The resultant
Residual
Remnant of trust
I’ve adjusted
According
To where she would stand
Were I poor,
Powerless
With no titles and land
Just a man
With a hand
For composing discord  
With this pain as my shield
And this pen as my sword
292 · Nov 2016
Birthday Cake
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
Were you to look beneath the beard
   Into relation ships I've steered
Straight to a last horizon grave
   Of passiongers I couldn't save
Perhaps you'd sea this dark blue face
   Reflects my grotesque happy place
Where I do my deepest sinking
   Trenched in Marianas thinking
Ever tied to lament blocks
   From crashing on existence rocks

The anchors of my ego's gold
   That monstrous me creatures hath sold
Charybdis maelstrom consciousness
   Leviathans of meaningless
Release the kraken to reveal
   The siren songs she made me feel
My sails surrendered to her kiss
   But plundered too much black abyss
A pirate's life of *** and coke
    Not worth its weight in cannon smoke  

Left me adriftwood wandering
   The lonely shorelines pondering
Why does the faithful sun still rise
   Aware that it just sets and dies
Surely there must be some dry lands
   With castles of the whitest sands
Such constructs will essentially
   Just wash away eventually
Remembered not by some divine
   Forgotten in the wake of time

No marks I've made can drown out death
   No words I write return the breath
That Aphrodite set in foam
   And then shipwrecking me to roam
My cargo hold of loveless cells
   To piece back broken-hearted shells
Consider this next time you ask
   What lies submerged beneath this mask
A dead man's chest that finds its peace
   In nothing but when all things cease
292 · Jan 2017
Elemental Breakdown
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
My fire might flicker
Though wild it roars
When oil is thicker
Than water-thin wars
In my rivers of blood
Which boil and fill  
With anger they flood
From the barrels you spill 
Your acid rain shower
Then raises frustration
As I solar power
A new generation

Which melts all the ice
In my cool-head aloof  
For no snow-blinded guise
Can bury the truth
Down further they dig
And then drill ever deeper
While we buy the rig
That they keep selling cheaper
But money is cold
And it's making me sick
And it freezes my soul
Like each cabinet pick

Their whipper winds crack
With white lightning force
But I thunder write back
With tornado discourse
For my tropical breeze
Has felt too many die
And my last temperate trees
Have heard Mother Earth cry
Her judgment will soon
Blow the guilty away  
In a righteous typhoon
That I've long kept at bay
291 · Aug 2019
Disinterred
Michael Marchese Aug 2019
The former me was immature
Was ignorant
Was insecure
Would instigate
And derogate
And hate
And hate
And hate
Irate
At something always
In the way,
Some implacable
Dismay
As sullen as
The color gray
Torrential was
The constant rain
Despondence
I still can’t explain
A rabid beast
I couldn’t tame
In every smiling face
Was pain
Contained within
The joy we feign
And all escape attempts
In vain
Except an early
Ego grave
Michael Marchese Jul 2023
Can’t give up
Reaching for
Seeking
A meeting
Convening with clarity
All the more fleeting
The seating is limited
Lighting gets dim
And obscuring its absence
Oblivion grim
Underpinned
By the fins
Circling as I swim
Overtones
Of imploding
Corrosive
Head spins
Barely scratching the surface
Of where to begin
When I’m out on a limb
Saying
Find what is lost
But before you sell souls
Please consider the cost
290 · May 2017
College Parties
Michael Marchese May 2017
Bring me back to all my friends
To muses mixing color blends
To pulses keepin' beats in sync
With drops of chemicals we drink
To stress and strife corrosions
In these sensory explosions
To the sonicbooms of full bloom shrooms
On smash bro's in these livin' rooms
To kickin' it and gettin' lit
And puff puff passin' on some ****
To spittin' game and droppin' brains
Like profane, urbane hurricanes
To rebel, hippy liberal arts
All splattered 'cross our shattered hearts
To worshipping no God machines
Still sleepin' on my LSDreams
To representin' generations
With my squad of X-mutations
Turnin' up, no comin' down
We lifted 'til we hit the ground
290 · Jun 2022
Rhyme Scheme
Michael Marchese Jun 2022
One single word
Didn’t think
Much of it
But decisive it proved
Nonetheless
Not to split
All too soon
Long before
We could ever be sure
This is what we both want
To desist searching for
Michael Marchese May 2018
Fresh off the the boat to rock the vote
Like Lenin off the iron horse
This Wild Western Manifested destiny
Has run its course
And yet am I, the winning side, still spillin’ it in genocide
And civilizin’ savages supply-sidin’ Apartheid pride
To trigger happies harpin’ on their stolen country muses
Christian views as skewed as what their news refuses to include in
Whose excluded from this private privilege history alluded to
In commandante economic sticks and stones I sling at’chu
But what you gunna do but leave another man behind
Keep marchin’ to the slums of war, we’re all complicit in the crime
But you and I, the difference is, I am the Royal’s fear to wed
For I am prone to widow-making
Inter webs within your head
Like Debs ensnarin’ robber barons in a pit of wealth disparity
And Jobs’ cogs who took’er jahbs, achieving singularity
288 · Feb 2017
For Those Afraid to Die...
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Think about how lucky
You are to be alive
Of all the cells that fought for you
And all of those that tried
To be the one whose winning side
Would tear itself apart
Into pieces of the cogs and gears
That finely tune your heart
With but a jolt of neuron spark
To set this brain in notions
Of an energized existence  
Generating these emotions
Into Big Bang mind explosions
Of our conscious evolutions
While human nature chooses
Which of these primordial
Oozes always loses
But the fittest still refuses
Such a predatory force
Of inferior complexities
That pray upon its source
These survivors shape the course
Of the histories of men
By outbreeding the salvation slaves
That try to tell us when
And how we will be born again
Through idle transcendental
Like all the other dying suns
Who dwarf their true potential
Super nova existential
All the stars they could explore
In a universe of galaxies
Expanding from the core
But still we just want more
And so we settle for a lie
When life itself is not enough
For those afraid to die
288 · Dec 2017
Luster
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
She dare not speak so much as name me
Her true lover, merely blame me
Try and tame me
Rearrange me
Change me into perfect fits
The only fish across the sea
Her wish is my command is me
And her and I, but mine is we
Together all of us be free

To see her in the flesh would be
A public stoning passion
To express my intellectual capacities to master my desire’s heart of Darkness
Now amassing in the clasp of
Her inquisitive naïveté
And mental-reading glasses
With a smile that could denouement
My ****** as it happens
287 · Apr 2017
Earth Day
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
If only she knew
My raven, my dove
Has taken the form
Of my only true love

Like the sun and the moon
Equilibrium's force
She's my wind and my tide
She's my energy source

She's the opal-eyed skyline
Divine is her power
So how do we let down
Her flower-haired tower

Then pluck every petal
And cut every strand
Then toss her away
Like a raggedy Anne

Quick **** for a buck
To the coal-mining reaper
She screams out in pain
But we keep drilling deeper

Her willows now weeping
Her beauty erodes
In each drop of your ugly,
Corrosive payloads

To her womb of creation
Deforming it's birth  
When all life is valued
In financial worth

Why can we not share
In her warmth every day
Feel this thermal attraction
I'm melting away
287 · Apr 2023
New Recruits
Michael Marchese Apr 2023
And wandering
Yonder
Beyond
The absconded
The dawn
Carries on
Like a soldier
Respawns
When the coms
Are all jammed
Don’t know who’s
In command,
Someone else
Just got banned,
And rebranding
The magistrate’s
Data
Wasteland
Is no longer
A viable
Pretense to feign
Nor promissory
Platform
On which to campaign
And deranged
In his compromised
Pride
Goes insane
Can’t refrain
From unloading
His madness
In clips
And all this
Still preceding
The day he enlists
287 · Mar 2018
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
286 · Dec 2016
The Solstice
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
I would have gave you the sun
And the moon
And the stars
The skies and the seas
And the world would be ours
I'd make them all bow
And they'd fall to their knees
Serenade you with pleas
For but a mere glimpse
Into our galaxies

All time and space offered
From my eyes to yours
Oh what we could've seen
The kingdoms I'd build you
My goddess, my queen
Universal our minds  
Would shrink not to thoughts
Of how to transcend
The distance between us
Should all of this end

There would just be two hearts
And the love that they share
As one harmony sound
Of the last autumn leaf
As it floats to the ground
But you were still searching
When I found this peace
In your beating war drum
That still signifies
That winter has come
286 · Aug 2023
Let Me Run You Through It
Michael Marchese Aug 2023
Not another word
About my misbegotten
Purpose
All compendiums
Addendums
End
In every bit as worthless
As these verses
Reimburse me
For the squandered
Fortunes fated
To be spent
In purgatories
Just a man
Incarcerated
In a prison
Of what vision’s
City ruins
Have created
I have crumbled
Inundated
Like a cookie dipped in milk,
By the weight of over-shaded  
Like a flower left to wilt
There were no pills
Or panaceas
To alleviate undoing
Only bills to pay
Atop already
Mountain debts
Accruing
All before we even come to her
To once upon a time
We were
Like fairy tales
Enamored bliss
Impaled upon
Unhappiness
286 · Aug 2016
Fire Child
Michael Marchese Aug 2016
Sparks ignite illumination
Light against the desolation
Lovers' warming flesh fixation
From the kindled stimulation
Comes the embers' consummation

Breathe it life, our new creation
Infant heartbeat incubation
Nurtured flame of preservation
Feed its youth, imagination
Tend its growth to maturation

Fuel its heat with education
White hot minded exploration
Blaze the trails of revelation
Adolescent conflagration
Wildfire tribulation

Torch it down, mental stagnation
Razed up to the culmination
Of all scorching earth temptation
Rise from ashen restoration
Fly your pheonix liberation
285 · Apr 2017
Objective Lens
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
One of billions hungering
For lightning to the thundering
Sharing every piece of mind
Now starving for a peace to find
On earth, in truth, in life and death
A poet since I first drew breath
A picture of a world so cold
Then hung it from my frigid soul
As old as time is nothing new
As empty as the sky is blue
I look at clouds, I just see clouds
I raze my flags, I just see shrouds
It makes no sense, this realist art
It makes no love, this abstract heart
For Mona Lisa still remains
Inside my Jackson Pollack brains
But should I shine my starry nights
She'd merely see the faintest lights
Of supernovas never known
Alone I claim this black hole throne
285 · Sep 2016
Godless Symphonies
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Immune to your infectious pleas
As we prescribe the cured disease
Amped on plagues to praying knees
Drunk on the blood of Pharisees
Composing godless symphonies

The paths that cowards fear to tread
The truths that serpents fear to spread
The hatred that your fear has bred
The dark enlightenment you dread
These musing voices in our head

We'll grind the thrones of grace to dust
Our acid reign leads faith to rust
And as you watch your world combust
You'll feel the sounds of our disgust
Roar horsemen of tumultuous

The wretches writhing in the wombs
The banshees wailing in the glooms
The shadows bumping in their rooms
The corpses screaming in their tombs
These melodies impend our dooms

So demonize the slit wrist shows
Aborted fetus cries we chose
Cacophonies of ****** crows
In walls of death these songs enclose
Our crucified unholy prose

The sons of fathers' sinful seed
The victims of indulgent greed
The slaves kept bound in chains you read
Imbued with all their pain we've freed
Crescendos silenced by false creed

Now liberated we shall seize
You by your preaching throat and squeeze
And snap your spineless neck with ease
Crushing religious fallacies
With godless breakdown symphonies
285 · Mar 2017
The Coroner
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Mortality is my employ
Morbidity I do enjoy
Dying just to hear them speak
Lifeless just like them I seek
Another cause of death unknown
To but a corpse of skin and bone
Examining these open wounds
With patience in my waiting tombs
Marking multiple locations
Here and there, these lacerations
Trauma to the fractured skull
Damaged by the voided null
Bound and gagged, the hands and throat
Then who I wonder wrote the note
It speaks of pain and pleasured grief
How all of it the pen bequeathed
Before the overdose resurgence
Suicidal peace emergence  
Body bags unzipped to see
The recently deceased is me
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Forgive me father
For I have sinned
Over and over and over again
But first I must ask
Before judgment is passed
Just where in this forsaken hell
Have you been
And why have you waited
So long to begin
282 · Aug 2023
Cease to be
Michael Marchese Aug 2023
This is the end
Of my life
I’m afraid
Where do memories go
When they cease to be made
Do they fade
Isolated
In coffins contained
Or live on
In some legacy
Shouldering blame
For the cornerstone laid,
For its labor unpaid,
For the road to extinction
For profits is paved
Michael Marchese Dec 2023
The issues that plague
The day
No one will want to say
Just let it go
Far astray
Like a stowaway
Soon reenact
The detachment
Scenario
Learning each time
That it isn’t
So scary though
To remain bound
Inextricably linked
With a future in which you
Suppress the instinct
To abandon what
Brings the most
Comfort and joy
When you feel
What you seek
Soon enough
You destroy
281 · May 2021
Incentivized
Michael Marchese May 2021
Long lost
Tired toil feeling
Hard work seldom
More appealing
Sore on every corner
Poor
In every way
You can’t ignore
Just let me make some money
Daily
Maybe meet
A pretty lady
Lately that seems
Nigh unlikely
Half my bed is empty
Nightly
Only slightly
Fear the worst
That gifted girl
Left me accursed
Whole world reversed
And snapped me back
On track to death
By heart attack
280 · Jan 2017
Tide 1
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Strengthened by our family ties
Yet wrapped-up in the week
Despite our peachy states of mind
Tomorrow looked like rain
Treading in the floodwaters
Of one more hurricane

Yet we serve to feel their pain
And share it as a team
For divided we will fall
But together we will rise
Beyond the tempests of ourselves
To clarify the skies

From the blue and grey disguise
Behind the clouds we hid the sun
Shining through the open doors
To meet their needs we must restore
The broken home communications
Starting at the corps

Lest we forget that we're the tide
The constant force of change
We ebb and flow in harmony
Or crash upon the sand
No disasters come between us
Or the oceans that we've spanned

And I have been at your command
To guide you through the storm
A drifting captain's leadership
Found purpose in his crew
The cargo beating in my heart
That ever carries on for you
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
Abandoned, alone, betrayed by the light
Perspectives adopting a darker lens
Exiled, outcast, stripped bare in the night
Perceptions blackened by meaningless ends
Tossing, turning, sleeplessly devoted
To silencing monsters under my bed
Whispering demons often hath quoted
The skeleton closets filling my head
Awoken to share them as banquet toasts
To hordes of zombies' sleepwalking smiles
Welcoming Grim, my most gracious of ghosts
To feasts of brains and mindless lifestyles
Cast in this life as a man silhouette
Forever to bask in my final sunset
280 · Mar 2017
Flatlining
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Pull the plug, return the feeling  
Resurrect its deeper meaning
Eternally internal bleeding
Out the suicidal beating
Of a barely living being
Worth less than the air I'm breathing
Further in the dark receding
Nothing real to keep believing
Blinded by a faith misleading
Echoes torture chamber screaming
Silently I wither, grieving
Elegizing starless evenings
Mourning joyous moments fleeting
Buried by the grimmest reaping
Rotting slowly, maggots feeding
On whatever's left of needing
Flesh to form my muse appeasing
Where I find myself exceeding
Astral plane existence seeing
In a world of lucid dreaming
278 · Dec 2023
Problem Child
Michael Marchese Dec 2023
I’ll always be
The quiet kid
Internal wild
Riot kid
So long within
The shadows hid
Unto my fallen graces
Bid
A long farewell
To adolescence
Yet preserved
Its youth
Quintessence
Fully formed,
Matured
And grown
Up in a world
I can’t condone
And so condemned
To walk alone
Along across
Its vast unknown
I’ve shown beneath the surface
Seldom
More than what is
Most unwelcome
This
Needless to say
In writing
What I’d rather
Be inciting
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