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283 · May 2023
The Maestro of Discord
Michael Marchese May 2023
Seal me in a cell
Of serendipity
Dismayed
I feel the flooding
Wishing well
Of unanimity
Betrayed
You know my name,
Control my brain,
Made me exclaim it
As I came
And in your absence
I am rapturous,
A ravenous
Despair
And in my sadness
I am avarice
A fathomless
Nightmare
The prey ensnared,
The barely breathing
Sense of freedom
Self-deceiving
There is only
Bound volition
Inclination
To be yours
A blind ambition’s
Snap revision
Of my book
Of nevermores
282 · Aug 2016
Drown in Her
Michael Marchese Aug 2016
Adrift on waves that I compose
A shipwreck life of word and prose
Longing for the shore that shows
How blue my tide of sorrow flows
When her horizon sets and goes
To hide behind her vacant glows
Then pulls me in her undertows
No man could fathom deeper lows
The depths of anchored lovers' woes
Not even Lord Poseidon knows
How far I've sunk to feel her throes
Submerged in frigid voids she chose
Our hearts immersed in shadows froze
Yet like a thawing winter's rose
We still found warmth to melt the snows
So my descension never slows
Nor grants my flooding lungs repose
I'll drown in her 'til my eyes close
Until my dead man's chest implodes
282 · Feb 2017
Sleeping Beauty
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Distance is the lock and key  
To heartbreak's weeping diary
But what I use to wipe the tears
Is something else entirely
For only temporarily
Will time be on my side
Until its paper cuts will bleed
Me dry of nights I've cried
When all the guiding lights I've tried
Left words upon the tip
Of my tongue without the lips to share
Ball-pointless acid trips
Of loosened grips and sinking ships
That beckon me like siren calls
To sleeping beauty pages
Where the pain is pristine waterfalls
And royal blue my castle walls
When pacing halls of these confines
I find these empty corridors
Fulfilled between the written lines
282 · Feb 2017
Eros
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Won't you be mine
Let your arrows run through
Inaccurate archer
If only you knew
How many volleys
From Cupid's bow flew

And scattered about
Their fortified mark
An impregnable fortress
Containing my heart
Besieged by the distance
That tears it apart

So silly baby
Come take your best shot
Come put a hole
In my unfulfilled plot
Empty your quiver
Forgetting me not

Yet missing each time
I run from your sights
Surpassing the perches
Of your greatest heights
Where love is as weightless
As heaven's white lights

And worlds of conceptions
And structures so tall
Are but specks on the surface
Of bricks in the wall
Which crumble to dust
When I rise above all
282 · Dec 2017
Welfare State of Mind
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
The blood on the blade
The bullet, the bomb
The bank and the ballot
The book of Islam
Is my common man struggle
My herbicide’s noose
My ******’s masses
Producing like Zeus
The poor, huddled refuse
Of consumerist culture’s
Impoverished and hungry
Insatiable vulture’s
Malnourishment wage
In your minimum cage
Cold World War snow blanket’s
Free love hippy plague

Ragin’ back from the Dead
To bring Down the whole System
With stock market fallout zone’s
Mushroom cloud prism
The re-meducation
Ghost-mortem disorders
The doomsday rock addict
The crack in your borders
The anti-establishment
Savior to none
I am merely the plug
You should pull when you’re done
Lest I overload brainwaves
With overlord plans
Till your empires fall
Into my beggar’s hands
282 · Sep 2016
The Crashed
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Stock cars crashed
Driving debt thrashed
Our urban decaying
Poor middle class
Left to rot
By Goldman Sachs
An evil plot
Inflation stacks
Gouged and slashed
By price whip cracks
That lashed
A housing bubble
Popped and cashed
In manufactured  
Congress acts
Only fractured
Breaks in tax
For the matador contacts
Bail out the stashed
Credit attacks
Even though they swung the axe
Of industry
Complex contracts
And bills are passed
Just as fast  
As their demands
Supply no dime of wealth
Back to our hands
No time for health
Or jobs
Or dreams
Or any of the in-betweens
Put all that last
Kick back, relax
Atop your new world order caste
Yet at the bottom of a gap
So vast
Is where we gather now
Amassed
Asking how
We are
The Crashed
280 · Nov 2017
Aeneas
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
For peace is my profession
And I teach it like a Spartan
But my Athens begs the question
Do I come from planet Martian?
To keep council with your leaders
And to teach them how to build
In my likeness amphitheaters
And pay tribute to my guild
My Pax Romana in nirvana
Specializing in the art
Of planting seeds inside Madonnas
With my heathen Eden heart
280 · Feb 2019
Retribution
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
Told you not
To throw rocks
You were warned
Several times
Now when I finally snap
And the fear in your eyes
Becomes tears that I relish
In seeing you flee
From my wrath,
Little ******
You can't escape me
I will close in around you
Pursue to no end
And enact my swift vengeance
Like Gods among men
280 · Aug 2019
Remnants
Michael Marchese Aug 2019
Gone long ago  
Up and vanished
From here
the bewildering wildlings
Never appear
Anymore
In the form
Of imaginative
Vivid images we
Had envisioned as kids
Overprivileged to live
In a kingdom of sky
In a reverie
Tucked into sleep
Lullaby
An illusory fantasy
Story belied
By the monsters beneath
The wars raging outside
Castle walls we sequestered
Our western ideals
Civilized since the dawning
of time
Isn’t real
And revealed to the kneeling
To its old and gray
Scientific divinities
Still on display
In decay
Preservation encasing
A once upon kind
Of design for eternity’s
Undying mind
280 · Sep 2017
The Parasite
Michael Marchese Sep 2017
For I have seen heaven
It's there in the sky
But you'll never reach it
And I know why
I feed off the energy of others
So that I may unleash mine
I need you to be happy
So I can craft muses
And you can be happy
And I, at peace
280 · Nov 2017
The Great Leap Forward
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
Slavish is lavish, just add the s
To the heaps of your Hedonist hordes of excess
So obsessed with the best that the West has to offer
Democracy scales are just nails to the coffer
Just Madoffs and Adolfs still claiming a stake
In banana republics, so let them eat cake
We can wait as we make a land full of their waste
And with fake as **** smiles we’ll spit in the face
Of their race to the bottom of fortune and fame
Where Satan and Jesus are one and the same
When morals are numbers, and justice is banks
And peace is for profit, compulsory tanks
But without them your life is a third world of grief
And your paycheck is merely a futile lord’s fief
Just a thief would I be, with the speech of a beggar
But I’d own these streets with a cloak and a dagger
As you learn to suffer the absence of self
Dematerializing your hunger for wealth
In a union of monkey gods breeding the seeds
Of the gardens of green this earth actually needs
278 · Nov 2023
Proceed to the Grave
Michael Marchese Nov 2023
Running out of
Ways to care
You win some
Lose some
Grin and bare
The failure
Incomplete successes
Life is making
Cleaning messes
Shame,
Humiliation
Stresses
More or less
A desperate plea
A cry for help
Since infancy
Along the way
Some tend to hear it
Seek your truth
Then come to fear it
So, I’m simply finished
Trying
Here on out
Just keep on dying
278 · Dec 2017
The Empiricist
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
Embrace the mass diversity
At microscopic levels
And in doing so you find
We’re not so different, you and I
We’re just some questions posed to ponderers
Who try to measure time
And in conceiving of our godliness
We clip the wings of pride
Instead of welcoming the Icarus
Ascending from inside
We’re just some science and some fiction
And some matter we create
Like all the value we assign
This dollar *******-state
And in believing in our vision
We intuit how we feel
And with these words we form together
We make sense of the unreal
Michael Marchese Apr 2023
Lest we forget
We are nothing
In time
We are nothing
Outside of it
Either
Inclined
To resist
The desist
Uneventful
Unyielding
Absurdity
Journey
Its burdens
Unwieldy
Relieving us not
Of its mountainous weight
Buried deep
In a planet
We cannot escape
And most likely
Unsightly
The soul’s
Resting place
Restless waste
Of dead space
Our inherent disgrace
Yet we still place
Our unerring faith
In its gates
277 · Jul 2016
Lost Soul Lullaby
Michael Marchese Jul 2016
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray no lord my soul to keep
There is no force of which could reap
The nothing teeming in the deep

So if I die before I wake
No angel heralds my daybreak
Nor demon hand may try to take
For I am of a darker make

A child of a loveless womb
A ghost within a nameless tomb
A mask over a faceless gloom
A blight upon a boundless bloom

In my quest to find the light
I've never seen the world so bright
Yet fade it did to mundane's plight
Succumbing once again to night

Black ink within each twisted vein
And wicked thoughts inside my brain
Converging through my heart to stain
These pages bleeding out in pain

Yet words are all I have to show
How lost and lonely I must go
Into the void of bleakest woe
Deceased before the dawning's glow
276 · Feb 2018
Freelance Journalism
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Like Upton on fungal brain Jungles, I speak it
The deepest state secret, like Snowden I leak it
On Wikis more tricky than Dicky’s fiat
Money bloodied, tick tock the livestock market rot
As the eagle lie nester’s internment investors
Drop freedom on chemical weapons-grade testers
These A. Smith’n westers who don’t lift a finger
To hijack your minds with it itchin’ the trigger
Then burning cross names off of Madoff Hit lists
To redistrict restrictions like cuffs around wrists...

As 3/5th ye Old Hicks still insist that it’s fixed
By the millions of ALIEN votes that exist
The same gips enlist Contras to slaughter the poor
Till this livin’ Hell Salvador’s dyin’ for more
Of that Hindu Kush ghoul so azul in Kabul
The brown jewel that digs crowns Abu Ghraibyards to rule
Where brave hero in shooters survive all a lone
Like a drone, without home,
For some Chairman Dow’s throne
Gets us cheaper white collar depictions of good
Guys with guns who run colorful, bad neighborhoods...

Where the pyramid schemers cell nightmares to dreamers
And deal ‘em in doses of “just say no” *******
Allowed in their Aryan race tractor pull
Bible Bull Connor full metal jackets of wool
Clothing wolves upon little red silenced and shamed
Ad some Hunger bowl Games, ARE YOU NOT ENTERTAINED!?
Well then I’ll end with this sort of "alternate" fact
There’s a Desert Storm post-truthin’ nukes in Iraq
Where you won’t see ‘em comin’ from Russia with love
Such a villain be chillin’ like Putin.gov
276 · Jun 2017
Espe
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
Lonely orchid in the tree
Such individuality
Amidst the green, it's everywhere
Though envy takes more than its share
And greed assumes control of Earth
No lust bouquet defines your worth
As all the chlorophyll in you
Defiantly changes its hue
To seamless streaks of salmon streams
And lips I've tasted in my dreams
276 · Sep 2018
Abida
Michael Marchese Sep 2018
Out of nothing came something
It must have, it had to
And in its destructive
Rebirth I’d be glad to
Ignite the incipient embers
Of change
And watch as it smolders
Again in the flames
Of interminable
Labyrinthian corridors
Sentient prison walls
Trapped in my nevermores
I didn’t ask to be gifted
Nor cursed
With the revelatory
Epiphany thirst
For an arid and barren
Deserted desire
The moisture eluding
My lips in the fire
275 · Jun 2019
Intersubjectivity
Michael Marchese Jun 2019
We try to sound
Profound
As we
Expatiate
Not meaning to
Pontificate
Philosophies
We contemplate
More often end up
Platitudes
Convictions we assert
Assured
Of righteousness
And rectitude  
Conflating faith with certitude
In provenances
We conclude
Consensus from the misconceptions
Answers to subsume
The questions
Even if the faintest doubt
Still lingers on each word
Of mouth
And furtively betrays
Ideals
As easily
As Death reveals
Itself to all of those in time
Who claimed in life
Divine design
More absolute than its unmaking
Predicating
Their awaiting
Finitely
To resurrection
On hypotheses
Of heaven
Fallible
Incredible
Intangible
Untenable
But nonetheless
Congenital
Is man in all his arrogance’s
Gods upon a pedestal
275 · Jan 2018
Malware
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
Need I remind you
Your country was stolen
Your freedom is treason
Your family was foreign
Before it was welcomed
By Tammany Halls
Before poor, huddled masses
Were kept behind Walls
On Reserves and on drugs
And on time for their shift
Before searches and seizures
Of first to the fifth
When the terror at home
Is the reason you buy
That your right to choose life
Is another’s to die
From consumer protection
So long as your rich
In a broken-dream system
I’m merely a glitch
275 · Nov 2021
The Shallows
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Felt good to be coveted,
Wanted,
Desired
But she was too simply
In normalcy mired
And barely could form
An opinion
Or query
And of my intentions
Seemed overly
Wary
As if I was there
To embarrass,
Abandon
Her, at my expense,
My performances
Stand-in
274 · Sep 2018
The Inhabitant
Michael Marchese Sep 2018
Surrender your claims
Or give in to the thirst
Then relinquish your bearings
For I was here first
And I’ve parted the skies
With a dauntless ascendance
And opened third eyes
With enlightened resplendence
In ages now gone
And unknown to us all
I gave rise to each new breed
Of species to fall
One by one
To the one
I so foolishly gifted
With intellect
Then how the paradigm shifted
We make the gods
274 · Oct 2017
Leto
Michael Marchese Oct 2017
There will come a day
When you wake to her sleeping
In solace enrapturing
Silence of mourning
All of her elegance muted in slumber
Appearing to you in its muses no longer
For furies at war in your head are the thunder
Of Zeus' insatiable ravishment hunger
Now tearing asunder your hearts in the void
As the distance impending consumes you, destroyed
Is the union you knew to be true in its love
But the one you feel isn't yet with you
Above
274 · May 2021
Ex’n out O’s
Michael Marchese May 2021
Dearest one
Wasn’t one
Single mistaken
Heart breaking
Before
It was even us
Making
It up as we went along
Somehow connected
Unbound
And unburdened
Affections
Defected
From system schismatics
Too ******-frenetic
Forget it
It’s better off
Dead and regretted
273 · Dec 2016
Bullshit
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
******* heaps drop at your feet
Then spew into the skies
Steaming, noxious garbage mounds
Piling up before your eyes
How does such blatant, excess waste
Leave just denial's aftertaste
You drink it in your water
Breathe its poisonous smokescreens
Stuff your face with so much crap
It pours from out your mouth in streams
273 · Feb 2017
Stoop to my Level
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Do not look to the skies  
They can not be unearthed
Without first digging deep
In the afterbirth dirt
To the soil bed rest
Where you're worth
Less than bugs
In oblivion caves
At the roots of the problems
You have with these graves
273 · Apr 2021
Run Diagnostic
Michael Marchese Apr 2021
Recent evaluations
Evolution
All systems in order
Yet still revolution
Solutions ****** me
Reducing intake
Introduce me to ruin
As critics partake
In my processor fails
To retain
What the day’s
Most essential details
At the time
Seem important
But vanish in stress
Nonetheless,
What I make
Or what happens to face my
Circuitous break
With the linear
Rapid progression
Upgrade
As sobriety renders me
Solemn and staid
To refrain
Or indulge
In the dizziness of
Freedom comes to fruition
Within lack of love
273 · Jun 2018
The Ghost of Stalingrad
Michael Marchese Jun 2018
Try to understand
There is no distance
You can run
No stoic mountains
You could climb
To harness gods within the sun
So fret about your idle whims
And give yourselves to my distractions
To my propaganda proxy wars
And post-truth imperfactions
I don’t ask for your allegiance
No robotic pledge of trust
I simply augment every dissident
And leave the cogs to rust
In this machine there is no dream
I do not oversee production of
No show trial injustice served
Without the laws I am above
The spoils system you created
In archaic words brittanic
In the butchers venerated
By your livestock market panic
Then the walls to seal you off
So no escapegoating the ******
Then suspicions are diverted
Like a papist in your play list
Now to bow before the master
Whose ancestors were the slaves
While I disown the private property
Amassing in the graves
And in a state of omnipresent
Fear, unending terror reigns
Welcome to the revolution
All you’ve left to lose, your chains
273 · Aug 2017
Upon the Shores of Olympus
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
Beseeching now the sonic heavens
Seeking for accord to find
The clashing titan symphonies
That prove their muse is most divine
Unto my mind's tranquility
She whispers of the ocean's roar
As Aphrodite tickles toes
The nereids lovely voices soar
Above the selfish dins and sins
A wispy dragon's spirit flies
Azure scales bejewel the breeze
In prisms of translucent skies
Arisen humanist condition
My surrealist exhibition
Abstract art asceticism
This is my Elysian vision
Timeless in a Gilded Age
Where all may dream of being free
To Helios I offer peace
And sacrifice the Ares me
272 · Mar 2018
A Beast in his Tower
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
In lonesome night shadows of present and past
In this castle accursed I’ve stared at aghast
Melancholic reflection, despondent visage
As beside me it withers, a loveless corsage
For no belle of the ball in due time would be mine
When the beauty I covet is songs of old rhyme
272 · Jan 2018
The Sound of Sedition
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
The me revolution
Is patient and passive
Inside it amasses
A gathering rage
In a riotous tempest
At bay, kept away
From the hubris-imbued
Alter egos by day
The mundane and in vain
Solar-powered display
When they do not see life
As a precious resource
And they only know peace
When it’s taken by force
Of the choosers’ illusions
And terrorists’ wars
Tax burden exemptions
On white, sandy shores
That to most appear deserts’
Oasis mirages
To me they are merely
Blood-splattered collages

On checks for the OPECs exchequers in
Texas
And Brexits perplexing new nexus of rexes
Whose tax is so lax that it’s stacked on our backs
And the hacks get away with their cyber attacks
Until crash goes the system when viruses spread
I just upload the ones that get stuck in your head
272 · Apr 2017
Reinforcements
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
Not writing tonight
Leaves tomorrow deprived
Of chemical changes
In moments sublime
Through valleys of shadow
And mountains I climb
Of ripples in rivers
Wrinkles in time
Heartbreaks in waves
And passionate rhyme

Of my guiltiest prints
At the scene of a crime
And the trail of bread crumbs
That they all leave behind
As clues to emotions
I've yet to define
Like the love I have made
To a goddess divine
Or the hate I have seen
Where her sun doesn't shine

Like my lone shooting star
With the planets aligned
In illusion defusions
Of water to wine
When I shed the skins
That malign the benign
With vivid prescriptions
Of drugs I've combined
Into altered egos
Of complex design

For a world I could save
With my Spider-Man mind
But the webs that I spin
Become so intertwined
With the fates and the furies
To which we're confined
To a Hundred Years' War
Against all of mankind
So a new piece a night
Is a peace treaty signed
271 · Aug 2023
Not Intuit
Michael Marchese Aug 2023
Mixing the signals
Conflating attraction
With courtesy’s
Chemical
Overreaction
Unwanted attention,
Unflattering flex,
The presumptuous
Ego-dystonic
Wants ***
Nothing less,
Nothing more
Than to finish before
Recollections
Of dignity
Up off the floor
Or reflections
On mirrors
Preparing to split
Personalities
Rift,
We’re just not
Intuit
271 · Aug 2019
Love Songs
Michael Marchese Aug 2019
Some old
And some new
Songs remind me of you
And say everything I
Wanted to be as true
For the two of us
Just as conflicted,
Condemned
To be every bit broken as them
Till the end
But depending on when
That would be
Always seemed
The most imminent difference
For you and me

No together forever
Betrayal to sever
No secrets of weakness
We couldn’t make peace with
The love that we had
Was a fad
Clad in sad
And the shade of your blue
Only mixed with my gray
When so far away I
Could then let these songs play
270 · Sep 2016
Where to Begin
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
I could spend every second
just writing away
I could write til the sun
shines on a new day
I could write tales of magic
of monsters and myth
I could write space adventures
of Jedi and Sith
I could write a report
of historical force
I could write a thesis
that changes its course
I could write you a song
of the demons I dread
I could write symphonies
when they dance in my head
I could write a sad poem
your heart would be mine
I could write out a note
and then leave you behind

I could write of the heroes
i've seen in my dreams
I could write of the villains
you've heard in my screams
I could write of transcendence
achieved on my trips
I could write how I've loosened
reality's grips
I could write of the darkness
and emptiness oceans
I could write how I drown
in this sea of emotions
I could write of the issues
and problems to solve
I could write how I've tried
to help humans evolve
I could write of the lies
no mind could conceive
I could write of the truths
no brain would believe  

I could write where I'm going
and where I have been
There's no way of knowing
just where to begin
There's so many webs
my words could soon spin
Yet none of them stronger
than love's sweetest sin
So I start with the veins
she's still coursing within
And I end with the pain
she left under my skin
270 · Nov 2016
The Pagemaster
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
My heart is like paper
Too over-used
So I tear it to tatters
For long have I mused
For something that matters
To put on these pages

But still my mind scatters
In crumpled up rages

To piece it together
And let the ink spill
Instead of the blood
From the love that I ****
Just to bathe in the flood
Of these heartbroken pages

And wallow in mud
As the madness engages

The siren's white noise
Deafening reverie
Shall make me a slave
To my black elegy
As I'm penning my grave
To bury these pages

Entombed in a cave
Of selfishness cages  

Where Ego proclaims
This man had no name
His words were but dust
In the void of his shame
So let him be ******
To Oblivion's pages

To empty his lust
For life's final stages

Forever reflecting
The face of Grim's reap
Hellfire hath scorned
My soul too dead to keep
No, I perish adorned
In these undying pages

To be never-mourned
By the turning of ages
270 · May 2022
Investment Portfolio
Michael Marchese May 2022
Just leave me some other
Lifeline
In decline
I don’t care about money
Just keeping what’s mine
Since I know that I earned it,
I burned it
And spurned it
Rejected inheritance
Merits
And turned it
All into
A big
Ashen pile
Of cash
And then patched it all up
When I needed it back
268 · Nov 2016
Portals
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
The gates are locked
You silly mortals
Only muses
Open portals
268 · Jun 2018
Who Are You People?
Michael Marchese Jun 2018
Every night I try to write
Another magnum opus
Masterpiece  
For all to read
And be at peace
And maybe learn a thing or two
About the me they never see
In secrecy, I literally
Confide in strangers
Who could be
My alternate
Identity
268 · Aug 2022
The Illest Kid
Michael Marchese Aug 2022
Still finding my medicine
Feasting on sediment
Scratching a living
Off urban development
Much to the detriment
Of my convictions
When my ideals reap
The for-profit afflictions
Infecting my sturdy
Immunity to
The contagion of aging
A dying world view
Stays alive instead not
For more logical ends
But to bend to my will
What the future impends
267 · Apr 2017
The Drifter
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
And back into the world I go
To tread this path alone
Though often one of shadows
With the pharaohs I enthrone
My mortal soul has seen the glow
Of Horus, chosen sun
Of Isis and Osiris
I was bred to be as one
To learn these lands
To lend these hands
As but a grain
Of shifting sands  
Until my time is done
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
How much time spent alone
Quite unknown
But a lot
I’d be willing to wager
The parts of my soul
Not quite yet
Left to rot
In forgotten ideals
As the steel bleeds the page
And lays claim to my pain’s
Indomitable rage
Manifesting the best of me
Deposing destiny
Toppling tyrants
In silent soliloquy
No more emotion, I’ve spoken
Too much of it
Wasted it
Tasted it
From her lips dripping
In her clutches gripping
My paper meshe
Heart of art as it’s ripping
And slipping through cracks
To an undertow woe
And without her I aimlessly go
With the flow
Never slowing my pace
Until all of you know
264 · Jan 2022
When She Doesn’t Respond
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
Then she disappears
And I’m here
Barely speaking
My friends are disputing
But I am just seeking
A way to get back to
Her doorstep and wait
For my turn
To return her
When it’s getting late
And for now
Say goodbye
Never sure she’d reply
In the morning
Should I be
The first to confide
263 · May 2018
Hush Money
Michael Marchese May 2018
But they got’chu quiet
They program your voice
Automate your decisions
And tell you it’s choice
You can go to the store
Or just one click away
But it’s they who decide
Whose to die on D-Day
And it’s war that they want
So the fear sells consent
Then they bury your rights
In 4 walls of demented cemented lament
With their power, their privilege
Their laws they’re above
So I write like a hawk
And I speak like a dove
In service to causes
Too hard to believe
For a thoughtless prayer nation
Still bending the knee
263 · May 2018
Kamar-Taj
Michael Marchese May 2018
With you or without
I still revel in doubt
And uncertainty’s angst
I just wish I could smile
Again, see your face
One more time and embrace
You like children at play
Run away with you
How do you do this to me
Everyday
262 · May 2017
Aphrodite
Michael Marchese May 2017
The open sky still hides behind
An overcast uncertainty
The looming blue is all I need
To make each note a symphony
Then she appears at high noon's rise
My maiden frees the ocean breeze
And parts the solemn clouds with ease
Until the sun, it seems am I
And inhibition flees
From the shores of no tomorrow
And the sinking of my ships
In a galleon of my sorrow
Are her deep, desirous lips
262 · Dec 2018
From Behind the Bus Window
Michael Marchese Dec 2018
It's just picturesque Africa
Miles and miles
Of golden grass vast
And a scarring of gullies, ravines
And the streams
Flowing past
Passing off into pasture
To quench thirsty tracts
Of a monotheistic
Abundance of corn
And the people who grow it
From when they're first born
And sometimes where it stops
Is too distant to see
With the naked eye
Scoping it
All out for me
260 · Mar 2019
Back in America
Michael Marchese Mar 2019
To be back in America
Comfort and solace
I'd find in amenities,
Pleasantries,
Remedies
For my deprived of joy blues
My relinquishing of
All the foods I could choose
To indulge in
To bring
Satisfaction
Contention
But still such an emptiness
Failure
To mention
What eats me
And haunts
Such a gaunt
Figure, frail
When this sinister skeleton's
Soul is for sale
Everyday I'm a part
Of the whole status quo
That no matter where I
Seem to go
Goes to show
There is no extrication
No true liberation,
Release
From the grip
From the clutches'
Injustice
For all we submit
To mentality mobs
And the slave-driver's whip
Ever am I the servant
Out here
Or back home
Ever pushing uphill
My infinity stone
But the masters
I find
I could be
Seldom times
Simple rhymes
Are my land of the free
260 · Oct 2023
Faircrest Way
Michael Marchese Oct 2023
Embracing tonight
I feel lonely and pensive
I heard from my girl
But my home is so empty
Seems like a lot less
Than three years ago
Entered
Found purpose and cause
In the people I’ve mentored
A living,
A being,
A place to belong
A community
Hidden
Was here all along
And still part of it
Just at a distance
Transition
To next chapters
Elsewhere
Adventures unwritten
259 · Apr 2022
Unbound
Michael Marchese Apr 2022
Now
You can wait
Find someone to relate
All my letters
And poems
Just incinerate
It’s too late
Been too long
I’ve accepted you’re gone
And wherever you are
I still hear you in song
And for once
Since I met you
I write it for me
Not for you
Not for us
Just for personally
I don’t hate you
I miss you
But tired of trying
And when you don’t answer
I’m tired of dying
So cry me a river
And never respond
We were all but unbreakable
Painstaking bond
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