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Michael Marchese Jun 2018
Remember the way
That it looked in its splendor
Could sit on that balcony ledge
For forever
Just staring in awe at the jungle metropolis
Longing to fall
Back in love with the loneliness
Nervousness marking each second in solace  
Not sure what it is
But her charm is just flawless
And close to the touch
When our minds intertwine
As we ride through the countryside
Africa time
Running out for us both
To grow deeper in tune
Leading fleeting romances
To imminent doom
One more brief interlude
In Pinocchio’s dreams
I must sever, untether
To learn what it means
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
Trepidation invades
From the furthest recesses
Have only my doubt
And my clout
To express it
Out there on my own
With a people unknown
Despite growing familiar
With what they call home
Mana koo is still far
Hiriyoota apart
From each other and I
Am an alien sort
Of explorer, not brave
Not of fearless, just restless
And careless as thought
I put into my lessons
Concerned only with
How to scrounge my next meal
Only truth ascertained
I don’t know how I feel
All it adds up to
Delusional
Sentiment
Not necessarily
Miracles
Heaven sent
And I’ve spent
Precious
Invaluable
Time
On believing,
Conceiving
It there in my mind
Or somewhere
That contains
God complexity
Brains
But refrains
From more formally
Praying
Its games
Although every
So often
I soften
The skeptic
When signs appear
Crystal clear
Waxing poetic
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Given a century
Just to die slowly
Withering daily
In those who don't know me

A ghost to the world
An anonymous letter
A ripple in time
In a river's forever

Ephemeral instants
Momentous occasions
Hourglass sands
Of existence abrasions

Weathering down
My infinity stones
With oblivious kingdoms
And Oedipus thrones

Of the edifice Rex
Of tyrannical things
Pulling marionettes
With Pinocchio strings

For reality's lie
Is a Captain Hook hand
To a boy who has flown  
To the Peter Pan land

Where losing yourself
Is to never grow old
When you're lions, and tigers
And bear stories told

A wizard of great
And powerful words
Foretelling the future
Of emerald absurds

Removing the curtains
From blinds of perception
Revealing the face
Of the master deception

Sharing the vision
Of peace I have seen
By awaking you all
To a lucid sky dream

Symphonic fantasia
Euphoric design
All figments of your own
Imagining mind

So before you put down
The brush and the pen
Come take a trip
Through these pages again
Michael Marchese Apr 2021
Old ways with old friends
Perched upon
The earth’s top
Wildlife,
Wilderness,
Politics
Are some topics
How goes it so far
Is the story’s synopsis
Arriving at this
Commencement
In harmonic
Convergence with culmination
Of causation
Lament and euphoria’s
Balanced equation
Decisions amounting
Combined
To the sum
Of our fears
That the world
To our suffering
Numb
Michael Marchese Dec 2022
Not much else to it
Just have to undo it
The former conception
Of what defines good
Reservation’s reluctance
Prevents what it could
In some ultimate form
Really mean to another
Or better still
Even you
Yet to uncover
Michael Marchese May 2020
I wanted to tell you
What I really feel
Wanted it to seem truth
Wanted it to seem real
Wanted to
See the sand
All around us
At hand
Wanted you to be more
Than I don’t
Understand
How the everything happens
And here I still am
Michael Marchese May 2019
Study me
Etch your recordings
And findings
Display me in cages
And book cases bindings
My kind did to yours
Far more worse
Inhumanities
When we spoke alien
Language
Profanities
All that was heard
All we saw
Was the enemy
Somehow at odds
With what we
All pretend to be
Not just a *******
Reflection
Of people
Behaving like animals
Eating their equals
And keeping the rest
In repressive states
Vexed
By the next culture war
To determine whose best
Michael Marchese May 2018
Go ‘head and point it at my head
You’re emptier
Than Gods you dread
The ones who show you *******
Who make you watch
The entrails spill
Until the anger
Of such crimes
Against the peace
Within the mind’s
All knowing
All beholden eyes
Before you now
Their body lies
The hero at the end
Is dead
Go ‘head and point it at my head
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
Michael Marchese Oct 2020
Was she there
Or just barely
What’s left of my memory
Filtered fragments
Of forbidden serenity
Speaking to me
Seems to be
Interested
But of course is too taken
By overprivileged
As am I
Don’t deny
What I have
Others don’t
But I’d give it all up
To but say
What she won’t
But she did
Just a bit
Kind of talk to me
Sort of
And was the same girl in 4th grade
That I thought of
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
It’s not regret per se I’d say  
That beckons me back to the day
I watched her love just fade away
With mine still blissfully as young
As vicious vipers on my tongue
Michael Marchese Sep 2022
Conscious expanded
I’ve been there
Abandoned
Erstwhile
Constituents
Of the old me
Yet eventually
My default setting
Me free
Just recedes,
Or rescinds,
Or reverts
To it hurts
To go so very far
And delve furthermore still
Into alternate methods
To thrill in the ****
Of the ego,
The love,
Delectation
Indulgence
Replaced by a mere fleeting glimpse
Of effulgence
That beckons,
And cleanses
And lends itself to
Be sensorily sorted
In starting anew
Brighter day,
Better life,
A respite from the plight
And if dare I hope
Someone
To kiss me goodnight
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
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
The primitive man
Could be genius to some
Yet to others appear
A disposable income
Expendable soldier
Irrelevant drone
Non-essential dog tag
Fake identity clone
So I try to be one
In a billion who sees
That much more meets the I
Than vocabularies
Michael Marchese Oct 2021
Closer now
We’re getting there
I’m asking weekend plans
Aware
She won’t be anywhere
With me
At least
Not consequentially  
Enough to know
She feels it back
Ecstatic just to see you back
Within the office
Somewhat often
Even when it seems you just
Dropped in to say
Let’s sate this lust
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
I can’t live without her
Whispered
In the dark
And perhaps if she heard it
From me
At the start
Then I could be now
Proving it through
Equal parts
Giving gifts
And presenting you with
All the ones that I missed
Immaterial testaments to
What we share
But I simplified it
To about you
I care
Very much,
Deep enough
To imply love is there
But not beyond doubt
That its absence
Could bare
Us together
Into the indefinite,
No more itinerant
One day a year
To be brand newly intimate
Michael Marchese Aug 2023
That’s all we ever were
At the beginning
And the end
From reservations
To the ad campaigns
Of bliss
Disinformation
Just Americans
Ahead of them
The dread of lesser nations
Ever conquerors
From wanderers
The squandering potential
On divisions
When the vision
At its best
Experimental  
Come together
When the weather seems
To mystify us all
And from the ashes of our ruins
We will grow
A shopping mall
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
She was food for thought
Psychedelic mushroom clouds
Half-eaten nervous burgers
Strawberry daydream kisses
Couple slices of heaven
Unseasonably colden delicious apple autumns
Egg yolk suns in her over-easy eyes
As I feasted mine
On her body's bountiful harvest
And her heart's insatiable appetite
Michael Marchese May 2021
When even the bosses
Are kind of cool
Why feel compelled
To overrule
No need to play the fool
To lead
Remain seated
Pretend to read
Or carry on
And take to task
If I’m not sure
I simply ask
In confidence
No stupid questions
Just me listing
Speaker sessions
For the annual
Objective
Your just cause
Is just my breakfast
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
I walk through life's
Final frontier
I tread on death's
Devoid of fear

A Black Plague rat
A great white shark  
I am the depths
And caverns dark

A dormant rage
Volcano lair
Don't wake my sleeping
Grizzly bear

Or he will smash
This buzzing hive
And eat the honey
They contrive

Each saddled mustang  
Spirit freed
Mere show ponies
To my stampede

Which fills this earth's
Tectonic plates
With rumblings from
My stomach quakes

Raised by wolfpacts
Of my youth
To share the fruits
Of sun-kissed truth

To teach the herds
To reach these peaks
And paint the skies
With toucan beaks

Yet still my rose
Adds one more thorn
Each time you steal
My tusk and horn

So wildfire
Blood is ice
I thunder strike  
The same place twice  

A crown of sticks  
And sharpened stone    
The roots of my
Sequoia throne

Just try and tame
My lion's mane
You'll get lost in
My jungle brain

The hurricanes
No floods can cease
Emoceanal
Disasterpiece

My eagle wings
Embrace the squall  
I trip on shrooms
Then waterfall

A monkey see
Just doing me
Without this pen
A chimpanzee
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
Michael Marchese Jan 2021
Basket case
Waste of space
Nobody loves me
Not wanted,
Not needed,
No gods up above me
Just waiting around
For the better to worsen
Can’t do hookup culture,
Would rather in person
Don’t want to be laboring,
Toiling away
No careers or professions
Appeal to allay
Unassuageable
Dissatisfaction malaise
And the qualms that I have
With consuming to gain
Anymore than I need
To politely refrain
From engaging behaviors
That only attain
Me a pay to play
Game of life
Simulation
Michael Marchese Oct 2020
This grinding through life
Can’t be right or wrong
Might be
A place to belong
A swan song
To entice me,
To beckon me on
To some bittersweet end
With a countless day’s unwritten message  
To send
Me off silently,
Better come quietly,
While she
Never again
In her deep secret files me
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
Michael Marchese Oct 2023
Extinction
It happens
The reigning claim
Wanes
We consume
And indulge
In the holy war
Games
We persist
In complicit
Explicit
Slave trades
Then they dig up our bones
Where we dug our own graves
Michael Marchese Oct 2018
You drown your potential
I swim with the sharks
You get sentimental
I break broken hearts
When you lie to yourself
I'm the serpentine grin
When you count all your wealth
I'm the ghost of Chi Minh
When you fail to confess
I'm the guilt in your chest
Where you see the oppressed
I'm the civil unrest
You regret nothing? Oh, is that so?
Well I do
I lament every moment
And know you do too
You are scared to be what
I release from its cage
Just an unmuzzled mutt
Layin' waste to this page
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
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
It's my unrelenting,
Intransigent
Stubbornness
Staunchly, unflinching,
Implacable
Arrogance
Bound and restrained
By the scruples
Of humble
But flaunted in stride
Like the king of the jungle
Contained within me
And set free
Should the need
Then arise to put faith
In a pre-destined pace
That my life just so happens
To move in without
My control over actions,
Reactions and habits
But what of the rebels,
The martyrs,
The mavericks
Who question the blind,
Deaf and dumb
In submission
And offer them then, instead
Conscious decision
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Your Mount Olympus fortresses
Erode and then they crumble  
When my Trojan horse of truth invokes
Unholy Roman rumble
From down under to the jungle
Made of concretes I be steppin'
For the Amazons I'm reppin'
Down to earth, I'm crackin' wise
To the starways I be trekkin'
With a metalcore aggression
Down a dead end street oppression
Up the chain
Of command
A Hindu caste ascension
I'm a lion-hearted man
Cub learnin' from Bageera
I don't fear ya'
cuz' I'll sheer ya'
Khan on some Tarzan drugs
Aheeeyaheeeyaa'n all the Clayton outta my lungs

With a wicked tongue
Venom fangs
Icy veins and monkey brains
Acid spittin' bigger bangs
Where the silver surfer hangs
You will find me chillin'
Like a villain
Drawin' blanks? Let me fill 'em
With the guts that I be spillin'
I be killin' your God willin'
Let me finish, you diminish
What your faith can not replenish
Are the energy resources
You relinquish to the menace
That the devil still endorses
This four horsemen rule enforces
An apocalyptic foot race
To the end of days

End of times
End of all the real divines
Locked inside the mind confines
Imprisoned by the color blinds
Open up and step outside
The system's crooked party lines
Left is wrong, wrong is right
But freedom's always black and white
So leave it, take it, you can't fake it
Higher powers? Easy bake it
Peace through war, you do not make it
Law and order? ******' break it
Rock this world which'yo earthquake ****
Feel the supernova sun
Explode within as you become
The impetus of synthesis
The universe of life and death
Creator of the infinite
Dimensions in a single breath
Michael Marchese Mar 2021
Talk about what?
At the end of such times
Like the world’s almost over
Awaiting to die
Always me
What I say
To the other’s dismay
Then alone, contemplate
What was left to convey
Put it all on the table
Unstable
And shaking
So scared I would hurt you
And lust in the taking
Of hearts again
Never mend
Once in the breaking
Of winters,
And razors,
To roses in bloom
Spilling deep in its dissonance
Lighten the mood
Wanted to
Be renewing you
There when you fell
When you laughed,
When you cried,
When you reveled in hell
I would dwell in your spelling
And check every line
For a rhyme out of place
In your orderly mind
With its elegant, urbane,
Eclectic design
Like an image instilled
In a frozen tomorrow,
A bundle of sticks
And elixirs of sorrow
A twist in the system,
A matrix glitch dude
And you knew that I was
Always in such a mood
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Have it all figured out
Do you notice the silence?
The time is
Too late
And you haven’t surmised it
My guise is
Beside itself
Loathing devices
And you can not help me
The way she entices
My sociopathic
Traumatically
Psyche
Inducing illusory
Glands
To exuding
Some mental secretions
Of secrecies seeking
Someone to confide in
To hide in
You don’t care,
This session is over
Good day
And goodbye then
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
Michael Marchese Aug 2016
What lost souls
They all must be
Upon that rock
Do they not see?

Each one of them
No more than dust
Than greed, than wrath
Than sin and lust

From nothingness
They were conceived
And by the void
They'll be received

Granted life
They beg for more
Show them peace
They offer war

Run and hide
Fear and fight
Hate and ****
Wrong what's right

Tantrum child
Throw your fit
Silly monkey
Fling your ****

Filthy rats
They **** around
Vermin offspring
Plague this ground

Brainless sheep
Thoughtless hive
Zombie mind
Barely alive

Fill the skies
With poison plumes
Condemn their home
To toxic tombs

Drain the Mother's
Heart bereft
Spill her blood
'Til nothing's left

Watch their time
Die with their dreams
Then curse my name
With hopeless screams

So now my choice
Becoming clear
To save this Earth
To cleanse this sphere

Mountains burst
Oceans boil
Forests burn
To ashen soil

All will feel
My doomsday grips
All will know
Apocalypse

Return this world
To brighter days
Before they spawned
Their darker ways

End this species
Leave no trace
This same old rerun
Human race
Michael Marchese Jul 2018
Still find myself passively
Waiting to die
But still tryna’ live life
With a reason to try
To do something productive
I’m always so useless
Can’t even make food for myself
It is fruitless
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
I’m the cracks in the ice geist
The thief in the night light
The reason you can’t even go to sleep
When you’re hype Skype
The read it and write sleight
Of hand with that left heist
The best and brightest western spittin’-Spetnaz platoon type
The jungle, it’s coming
Oh, they want you there runnin’
That whole backwards crazy cooky communally-driven country,
That refuses to bow,
To the lion’s lie crown,
Because the tigress is the Ganga
And she’s watered this ground,
With cheetah archer princes blue
Through pacifistic aestheticians
Who still burn to the moon,
To feel her Saraswati peace of mind
Evoke the monsoon
Michael Marchese Aug 2020
I guess I am loved,
And respected,
Inspired
And dare I say
Maybe
I’m even
Admired
But there I go
Bringing it
All back to me
When the second
Another someone’s
Energy
Enters into the room
And reminds me that I
Have so much left to learn
About how I decide
What to say
What to ask
What to advocate for
How to be
The same me,
Among we
Furthermore
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
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
Michael Marchese Sep 2017
My core is of metal
My heart is of fleece
My brain is at war
But my mind is at peace
I have come here to teach
But I still feel a student
For only in forgotten tongues
Am I fluent
And all I remember
Has not come to pass
And all I have learned
Was unlearned after class
Because knowledge is power
But none of it real
Except the textile's
Unfortunate wheel
And in this exile
I dwell on her still
Still enslaved to the loom
And the field, and the whip
Still bound to the chains
Of my Amistad ship
And if conscience is clear
Then my guilt is the sea
Now for her I drown
In this humanity
So perhaps I may save us
A dance in Elysium
A single mere taste
Of her garden of Eden
The one I have wandered
Alone in the skies
As her waterfalls poured
From my mystified eyes
Her celestial voice
Whispered into my ear
Ven conmigo mi amor
You have nothing to fear
Then she made me a man
With the soul of a beast
And together we dined
On love's bountiful feast
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
Take away King Leo’s pride
Then hit ‘em with that good Versailles
Go high, go low
Go left, go right
But always ask them why
They fight
What do they think unites
Us all
This urban sprawl?
This shopping mall?
This image of a better world
That’s not so small
It’s pitiful
That few have more
And most have less
And some don’t even have access
To food and water
Education
All the power
Man’s created
Channeled through a common language
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Solve crimes in a cave
But the statute has passed
No one cares anymore
The machines are too fast
And my city is sinking
In fog of old greed
And the forests are burning
These pages I read
But the power we need
To want more out of life
To be warlords of peace
With a reason to fight
Is consuming the earth
In the names of a god
Who is merely the union
Of nature outlawed
By the ardor of martyrs
Immortal as man
Who has cradled her heart
In the palm of its hand
Michael Marchese Mar 2023
A hundred stories
Falling
From a
Futurist
Utopia
Revoking
My unspoken
Right to rule
Its fuel
Dystopia
No hoping
Left me ghosting
Only mostly
What I wrote
And from the
Bowels
Of my vowels
Comes the ruin
I have smote
Michael Marchese May 2022
Remnants of
The overvoid
My life in ruins
Search destroyed
Employed for now
The tide is rising
All the other me’s
Disguising
In benign
Behind the mask
And still with tact
I teach the class
Can’t grasp
The concept
Seems bereft
Of all makes sense
I am the left
Adept in method
Head parades
Returning home
From my crusades
I bade farewell
Expelling daily
Agents of lament
Unmade me
Never saved a soul
At peace
Just wrote it like
The Ancient Greeks
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
Try as I might
To ignore the insufferable
Clamorous racking my brain
All too audible
Are these despicable
Sickening shrill
Voices wicked, malicious,
Insipid kids still
Instigating and baiting
Me closer to spill
My contempt vitriol
Seething passion to ****
Every little last filth-frothing
Mouth to feed dead
Bottom-fed in this
Stress-induce cesspool are bred
In an **** of virulent,
Ignorant stench
Still entrenching my senses
In sieges of tension
And drenching my clenching jaws
In reprehension
Spat out in the face
Of this whole human race
But mostly just this
Poor excuse for its waste
Michael Marchese Sep 2018
Remembering back
To when I first arrived
Couldn’t speak, but to say
I was grateful to be
A brand new addition
To your family
And 2 months it’s been now
Growing fond and at ease
In your presence, your company
Meals you made me
All seemed to come naturally
As the ferenji uncertainty held
In two distant and different upbringings Dispelled
Of the looming rejection
In human connection
And comfort I felt
Without fail or despair
As your home became my
Latest place I could rest
Until really goodbye
Michael Marchese Oct 2018
Insist on your entitled status
Updates
Then extinguish the Kindle
Of past Tinder dates
Like a dwindling flame
In a deluge of privilege
You claim to bring change
But to it are indifferent
You act like baboons, like buffoons
Like cartoons
And you voice your opinion
With choice auto-tunes
As you swoon for inane
Superficial expression
Emoticon drones
Of real feeling repression
Attention you give
Is a transient cringe
A few seconds of Vines
And a Youtube clip binge
Your maturity, surely, can stand to improve
Think you have all the answers
And rudely conclude
That of vibes and of mood
Only good you exude
But they're not worth their weight
In your Instagram food
For the idols
You idly prattle about
Flaunting others successes
As you are without
Any merits to tout,
Any anthems to shout,
All you stand for is force-fed
To spew from your mouth
Your identity forfeit
To sociopathic
Hack-tactic blackmailers
Still tracking your packages
Facts
Do not phase you
Concerned only with
How many hit like
On your profile pic
And where next you can score
One more hit it and quit it
Admit it, you kids
Just don't know how to live it
Michael Marchese Feb 2020
Intrinsically mind
Is a crime
Of defiance
Each rhyme defies reason,
Vies not
For compliance
From logic’s
Inscrutable,
Useless appliance
Reliance on gods’
Claim to feign
Pseudoscience
Is of their own making
A seed of deception
And truth
At root-taking
Forsaken life forms
To beyond the pain-staking
Awakening to
What divines inspiration
Confined in the absence
Of its intimation
Implied,
Deified,
Or denied
Realization
Remaining forever
A mortal endeavor
To render a purpose
From service
Indentured
As masterpiece puzzles
Of willing submission
To passion’s
Fine works of heart’s
Artful ambition
Conditioned to love
And to hate
Its creator
To take its place,
Seal it’s fate,
Make its world
Greater
Michael Marchese Jul 2017
I stalk these halls
And walk through walls
My grin is shivers down the spine
My skin is ectoplasmic wine
I slip beneath your cellar door
Then lock you in my nevermore
My form is but a shapeless mass
Composed of those who've come to pass
I am the ghastly, haunting fiends
That feast upon your sweetest dreams
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
Just want to be myself
Not always by myself
But to be someone else
Spending their life
In pursuit of a furtive,
Unburdened disguise
Or an alias namesake
To hide it behind
Is so tempting a path
To set down
The ground rules
For the others all mask
Their identity-duals
Individuals few, far between
Go unseen
And among them
I labor in waiting
And dream
Of a day
I can finally say it
And mean
I am me
You are you
We are both
As we seem
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