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Michael Marchese Jun 2022
Now we
Can get back to
Discussing
Entrusting
Removing the time wasted
Spent over lusting
It’s just
You I want
Feel you won’t
Run away
Hope I don’t
Make you doubt me
With something I say
Or more often
It’s technically written
In stone
I’ve been too long
Avoiding
Not being alone
Michael Marchese Jan 2021
Written it
Infinite ways
Through the years
But it’s always the same,
No one cares
No one hears
All the billions
Must feel
Often similar
No?
Then how do we silently
Suffer alone?
Who to tell
And to share it with
Commiserate
As you age
You’d think
Others
Could better relate
Michael Marchese Jun 2021
I like it here
The quiet life
Appeals to me,
Reduces strife
And might just be
A place for me
To stay,
Remain,
Not run away
This time,
Just settle in
Refrain
From feigning
How it all goes wrong
The longer I still write this song
Is little more
Than wishful thinking
Lacking acumen
Or skill
No instrumental
State instilled
I simply try to make it sound
As pleasant to the ear
Is bound
In hearing
Not quite listening
As actively
As whispering
In darkness to yourself
At night
And then from nothing
Something write
We all have a role to play
Function to perform
Within society
We try to be
A little less forlorn
About the whole entire
Universal
Existential
Crisis
Seeking purpose
From the worthless
Void
That even now
Must write this
Affirmation
Of self-righteousness
What validates the strife
A simple note
A memory
And in totality
Is life
Michael Marchese Apr 2022
Tired
Exhausted
Of being exploited
Of feeling like ****
That you flush down the toilet
Of being ignored
And abandoned
Rejected
Pretend nothing matters
But I am affected
Dissected interminably
Where I left it
Could possibly be
How I better expressed it
And sacrificed rest
To do all that she asked
And in overcast
Bottomless chasms
I grasped
That regardless how much
You could do for this person
They take
And they take
And your heartache will worsen
Immersed in them
Hurt
Irreversibly
Curse you
To sorrow and rage
Interchangeably
Draining
This physical
Cynical
Carcass containing
Ineffable pain
A new form every day
All my cope mechanisms
Are rusting away
For increasingly gray
Has the canvas become
I no longer feel one with the world
I am numb
For the someone eludes me
From circles excludes me
Yet still set in stone
Die alone
What concludes me
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
This empty room
Is full of ghosts
Slurring words and wedding toasts
Dancing in the frail moonlight
Of one more bump within the night
And bedsheets are the masquerade
For this loveless promenade
Restless souls alone in crowds
Ectoplasmic brain storm clouds
Projections in an astral plane
Where life is but a spectral feign
Of Casper's friendliest disguise
To drown our haunting banshee cries
How dead inside we really feel
Another sip may soon reveal
Michael Marchese Sep 2021
Change it
Save it
Claim it
You name it
I’ve been there
I’ve done it
And still can’t retain it
For after all
Valiant
Effort exhausted
The impact you made
Is outweighed
By its losses
No capital gains
Can account
For corruption
The gradual,
Casual,
Natural destruction
As more digitized
Status symbol
Numerics
Become the mind-numbing
Drone bumblebee
Clerics
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
I will endure to be burned
To be bound
To be beaten
And to be killed by the sword
Michael Marchese May 2017
An indigo dawn
Without sunlight or shade
Awakens me sleepless in terminals waiting
To bask in the glow
Of skies without borders
Of peaks beyond mountains
Of cascading jungles
And clarity coastlines
Stretching as far as the eye can perceive
Of the details to stories no one could believe
But write them I shall
As the misshapen-shifter
Of paradigm falcons
The ever-adrifter
The gifted and chosen
To roam with this pen
To be eagles and ravens
On ironclad dragons
Then perch atop cities
And gaze upon views
Of the world's yet to gain
And the self yet to lose
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
I am dismay, despair and dread
I am the Nothing in your head
The herald of the grayest skies
The harbinger of your demise
A lurking shadow of a doubt
In thoughts you can't help think about
Conceived in death of all things good
To prey upon your childhood
And feast on unfulfilling dreams
Whilst hopelessness inside you teems
Granting me control of you
With powers that you never knew
Existed in all of creation
Not just your imagination
Withering away in time
Succumbing to your aging mind's
Loss for words of fantasy
Which never ends in my story
So who would dare so much as care
To turn the page and face me there
Michael Marchese Apr 2020
In a ruinous,
Gloom,
Luminescence  
I bask
In an inner-pax
Casket
Upholding the task
Of an Atlas’
Grasp
As it tilts
On an axis
Of evil
Bad habits
Amassing
Misfortune’s
Still backed
By the taxing
Of hapless
Trap houses
Still buried beneath
Crushing bones
Of Damascus’
Null and void
Vast blacknesses
I inhabit
In practiced,
Yet actively
Masked in
A passive
Lugubrious
Moods
I exude
And allude to
Discretely  
In secret
Dark sides
Of my lunacy
Thesis
Michael Marchese Jun 2018
You dance within the reveries
Of loves I’ve left behind
You cry my river flowing elegies
Of broken valentines
And in the shadows I reside in
There you are to light the way
You sway like seasons in the changing
Moody climate on display
And with an avalanche inferno
You ignite my icy gaze
And your embrace
Is of the glaciers
Melting me like microwaves
In which the minutes
Are mirages
An oasis from the thaw
And with your worldly imperfections,
Rectify my mortal flaw
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
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
You move all the mountains
Flood all the seas
Subjugate creatures
And war against trees
When you could shine brighter
Than kingdoms and queens
By ruling the world
In your deity dreams
Michael Marchese Apr 2020
I had barely set foot
Out the door
Before
There
I was back at it
After I ran
Through the air
Like a time flying clock
Through where does it all go
Comes and goes
Is just flowing
From highs
Into lows
But the point is
It shifts
From awoken to sleeping,
From morning to evening,
From life on repeating
Without even skipping
A beat
In this fleeting,
Unchanging,
Yet aging phase
Pacing
Myself for a race
In which participating
Is days wasted chasing
Some prize at the end
That I know
Upon winning it
Doesn’t depend
Make us a creature
A villainous
Wretch
Skulk about
For the precious
We formerly kept
After theft
And a fratricide
Made it our own
And we made a new home
Out of shadow and stone
And the bones of our victims
All strewn about caves
And all hapless intruders
Play our riddle games
For our psyche is shattered
Persona is split
And discarded,
The heart
To a bottomless pit
Where we wait
And we stare
And we talk to ourselves
We’re forever condemned
To a ring’s
Magic spells
Michael Marchese Mar 2019
Remember me
When I'm gone
For it won't be long now
In the blink of an eye
In the fading of sound
Can it be taken back
Can the reverie end
The unending can make
The once living
Be dead
And to be among them
Countless souls
Of no homes
With no place
Occupying
No spatial
Awareness
What use then
This consciousness
Vessel
To bear it
What we can not help
But consider
Nor save
From the imminent
Passing of time
To the grave
Without turmoil
Turning from turbulent
Trials
To what I’ve compiled
In more secret files
How miles and miles
I’ve traveled and tread
To eventually find
What goes on in my head
Is a spiraling
Virally
Spreading
Contagion
The rage
Can’t contain
The mass grave
I am caged in
Before
In my bouts
Of capricious good luck
I have sought after
Found
Raking long in the muck
A compassionate partner
To clean up my act
To provide me a peace
I’ve so ceaselessly
Lacked
Michael Marchese Nov 2020
Obsess over stressing less
Under duress
Like necrosis relentlessly
Rotting my flesh
When appearances
Have to impress
And express
The exact opposite
Of the unhappiness
Ugliness
Beast within
An abomination
Imperfection abounds
On his blemishing skin
Seldom seen
But still beauty  
Bemoans self-esteem
Low beholding
Its movie’s
Illusory dream
Know I should for many reasons
Know I want
For even more
To be with her
All around the world
And rest upon the shore
That we reclaim
From seeing favored
Futures
Critically endangered
In the face
Of nation states
And longer waits
To break the silence
Can we see ourselves as humans
Or just predisposed
To violence
And divided
Never have we been
Inclined
To be united
Just innately
Form equations
For salvations
We can hide in
So as much as this is me
The same as you
The same as we
I must confide in
Only one among us
Her
That I can rest my head
Goodnight in
Michael Marchese Aug 2020
Dismal despair
And decrepit decay
I could wander on
Thinking about you
All day
And reviewing each syllable
Letter intended
To make me
Agreeable
Never offended
And neither you
Tried to do
Anything doomed
I just wanted to see you
And me
On the shrooms
Michael Marchese Mar 2021
Not looking
To hit it big
Get rich quick scheme
Or to chase
Unattainable,
Puerile dreams
I’m not prospecting gold
Or a silicon monger
I just want my own
Little slice
Of less hunger
Plucked from paradise
An adventure or two
If it’s not too much trouble
Determine my place
And embrace what the struggle
Assuredly takes
Me off in the direction
That leads me to former lives
Formal defection
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
You always bring me down
To earth
Just when it seems
I’ve bested you
You ground me in reality
As soon as I’m convinced
I flew
Up to the sky
You keep me from
My hands outstretched
Towards the sun
Yet even if I touched it
Or I clutched it in
A crushing grasp
You’d pull me to its blazing core
Reducing me to thermal gas
With ineluctable
Reductions
To my mass
And weightlessness
I’d sooner crash
Impacting on the surface
An extinction-grade
Atomic blast
Yet still I try,
Defy,
Deny
Your being without form or shape
Descending even now, pretending
There is some escape
From flightless fates
And leaps of faith
In your breath-taking power
Plummeting just like a penny
Dropping from the tallest tower
Michael Marchese Feb 2023
Older
More mortal
More time on
The portal
Less personal days
Fewer ways
To enjoy
What I used to make write
Not my type
Of employ
Now I work
And work out
If there’s happiness
Doubt
Even with
The girl missing me
More than
My worth
Even if
Underserving
Of her
Is my curse
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
You will be held accountable
For fake news you've bestowed  
Upon my constitutions
With your lies as they corrode
My nuclear reactor core
Setting to explode
Weathering the calm before
The patience you erode
Away my solar-power
To an anger overload

You're the virus in the system
A division by addition
Of malignant cancer schism
All I want is full remission
From the ******* spreading sickness
Of your drama drug addiction
Tie your mood-swing disposition
To a noose of no ambition
Just a greenhouse gas emission
To the lungs of coexistence

You're pathetically vindictive
You're an infantile leech
On the happiness of others
Since you're crying underneath
For who could ever truly love
A fat and ugly beast
Or teach them right from wrong
Or just admitting it at least
And now the clock strikes judgment
And it's time you were impeached
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
We all want to help
The squalid
Little kid
But trust me
Stay home
You’ll be glad that you did
Your donations
Don’t make it
Don’t make a dent
Save it
Corruption is permanent
Cracks in the pavement
If even a cent’s
Spent on people,
Won’t change it
Imperial culture’s
The vulture
So blame it
Like ***/Aids
Foreign aid is a band-aid
On old, open wounds
Precede even the slave trade
And can’t be unmade
With free trade
And some wage slaves
So come for your photo ops
Droppin’ like tsetse flies
Stop with the white savior
Ivory lies
And buy
Some useless handicraft crap
And get out
Before you feast your eyes
On the famines of drought
Or become one of millions
Of orphans in slums
You can read them a book
As they’re playing with guns
For some problems
Are just not your problem
To solve
And some people don’t need to be saved
Or “evolve”
To whatever the rest of the West’s
Best intent
Was hellbent
To pave their Rhodesia’s
With heaven-sent
Diamond minds
To enlighten
The Dark Continent
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
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
We’ve all embarked on Shining Paths
As Puka Inti’s chosen suns
When chains are all that we had left
We offered jobs and guns and theft,
Then conquered us a new frontier
Where once we saw empires golden
Burning in decline like all
The fields of green we’ve stolen
Still we’re wondering why so much red
Still treads on tyranny that shed
These trails of tears and severed heads
For loaves of bread we’ve overFed
To make this nation great agains
And voiceless votes invoking violent
Revolution never ends
Until the dead see not of war
Until the pigs fly in their planes
Until the rich become the poor
Until the honest Abe exclaims
That we’re all slaves, not worth our graves
The only way we hope to change
This broken record history
This cyclical hypocrisy
Democracy dividing us
To love thy neighbor hatreds
In our churches, states and other stuff
Is seeing all we need to be
Is our instinctive liberty
United in a common cause
Against the freedom industry
Michael Marchese Nov 2020
What to be grateful for,
Thankful for
Oh, I don’t know
I guess life’s not so bad,
Not so drab,
I suppose
There is much to appreciate
Right,
Happy place
With a sumptuous feast,
Elite eastern coast waste
Guess I could’ve been born
To the Neo-World colonies,
Roanoke winters,
Or scorching earth policies
Donner parties,
Autocratic regimes,
Or some lesser known creature’s
Inferior genes
In extremes of extinguished
Existence exposed
To the homelessness
Hope itself
Henceforth foreclosed
To the could’ve been sired
By mired in dire
Straights shot
By the cops
In the ceaseless crossfire
Conspiring to topple
The evil empire
With nothing else left to lose
Her most of all
So I guess I give thanks
It is not that awful
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
I bump in the night
I creak in the door
I drip in the pipe
I lurk in the floor
Buried
And beating
And drumming of war
My legions will echo
The pulse you ignore  
In your blood
In your veins
I'm a plague you can't cure
So check in your closet
Open each drawer
Look under the bed
I'm not there anymore

You can turn on the light
Then slam shut the door
Fix the drain pipe
And claw at the floor
Buried
And beating
I still drum of war
I still know what you did
I still sing of the gore
In your head
In your mind
As you rot to the core
I will conquer your soul
From your heart I will pour
I will spill from your guts
You are mine evermore
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
Turn to the tyrants in your desperation
Then bow to the despots who promise salvation
To make a great nation again just be patient
The sickness and hunger and carnage
Is ancient
So just keep on waiting
And praying and voting
For new revolutions
To end the scapegoating
Promoting of puppets who serve in the ranks
Of the NRA super pacs thinking of tanks
Before hospitals, schools and a job on the line
When the self-serving interests know only the grind
Of the country club, mansion and stock-******* life
And the left is in pockets of whites on the right
And now dark is the night and it never sees dawn
Just a loaded handgun to what’s already gone
Michael Marchese Dec 2018
Can now almost taste
The escape from this place
A fate self-imposed to
Satiate my disgrace
An abatement of seldom
Placated irate
From occasional instants
Without confrontational
Indigents, feigning
Themselves as my equals
And unto my deigning
Accept them as people
If not for refraining
To make me a slave
Then for all my complaining
I'd sooner the grave
Then to lay one more night
In my erudite spite
Rife with try as I might
To look past the disdain
The contempt that we both seem to share
Is the same
And appears to be solely
The only
In common
We have
As I slowly, downtrodden,
Indifferent
Go mad
Michael Marchese Sep 2020
Cue the routine
Make it new,
Push the product
Green accrue
Sate the craving,
Watch it sell
Expand consumer
Clientele
Persist dependence
On the urge,
The verge of death’s
Euphoric surge
Continuously
Hum the buzz
Nostalgia stuck
In how it was
To feel the instant  
Use ******
The validation
Status boost
Michael Marchese May 2020
You had to go your way
I had to go mine  
Had to let you go grow
In your own place and time
Had to let you be you
Had to let me be me
Had to let myself
Ponder
The great mystery
Had to see what the world
Had to offer
To us
Had to come back,
Regret it,
And regain your trust
Had to question
Why it
And love
Wasn’t enough
Had to answer it with
Miscellaneous stuff  
Had to do with
Two humans
In union
Together
Had to
Misconstrue it
As always
Forever
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Check the twenty-twenty fission
Adam splittin' Eden vision
Bustin' caps in gas emissions
Spittin' written ammunition
For the first-world problem chillen'
Droppin' free speech bomb sedition
On the third-world problem villain
Grand old wizards' ku klux gizzards
All white **** meat chicken dinners
Suckin' Christian dictions'
Hissin' contests over spoils
House of Slyth'rins witherin'
The shale-shock sowing soil
With Satan seeds of ignorance
Still thirsting for indifference
From money hungry London royal
Global warming blizzards
As they're bleeding dry the rivers
Into liquidating oil
Treasure buried with a shovel
In oases brought to boil
Nine eleven popped the bubble
But with Jesus in the building
Turning metal into rubble
Smelting graces into gilding
From the melting *** he's spilling
Into off-shore power drilling
Making killings on the rigging
As Mohammed was displayed
As a scary, bearded, brown-skin man
Through tricks of terrorism's trade
And God's right sleights of winning hand
Pulled rabbits from Fatah's grenade
And cooked 'em in Afghanistan
For PTSD noise parades
And hot dog chugs for Uncle Sam
To waste the land, supply demand
For ol' Osama's unmarked grave
Obama hosted-masquerade
White-washing New World fear campaign
Them masks of patriotic acts
In place as they removed Hussein
Disguised the ethnic cleanse crusade
With bush league mass destruction claims
When the caliphate they made
Went Khomeini on Iran
A stand against the David camp
Shelling bibles to qurans
So the shah's Allah mirage
Put the profits in the pockets
Of the prophet's arbitrage
Camouflage the Green Zone spans
With pyramids of Reaganomics
Tricklin' into sovereign sands
Long before heathen jihadists
Flew their kamikaze plans
Into Trump towers' blacklist fists
Of modern warfare contra *bans
Michael Marchese Oct 2017
In being mindful
Not mindful of ourselves
We must also remember
We’re still something else
Something less than a beast
But much more than a god
For to err is too human
We are...tragic flawed
"A picture's worth a thousand words, but a word is worth a thousand artists."
-The Picasso of Penmanship
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
He sat in the study
And wasted away
Thinking what he could do
That may tempt her to stay
For in dare falling prey
To her silken spy web
She injected the venom
And crawled through his head
And in dreading his fate
In the pages before him
As blank as the slate
Cleaned by those who adore him
He learned to accept
That if not but of her
He’d be masters and slaves
To the bullet of Burr
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Productive days
Of improv humor
Lately I’m
A real late bloomer
But a tumor
Lurks beneath
Metastasizing
In the deep
The sunset looming
Out of reach
No one to share
Its fading heat
And I fear never
Will return
Shall once more lend her ear
To learn
The myriad
Aways of me
Intricacies
Deceptively
Expressed
In this
Suppressive state
Oasis
‘Bout to immolate
At any moment
But despair
Still constitutes
The everywhere
I go,

No golden fools
Aglow,
Nor soulless ghouls
Sold out for show
Quite artfully enough
Pretense
My shattered psyche
Imp laments,
As I laugh last
At their expense
Though not aghast
At class
Distinction
Just as natural
As extinction
More surprised to find
The kind
Of people
Who see dollar signs  
Can look like me, or you, or us
Just must be someone
I could trust
Like confidantes
No strings attached
Contracted obligation
Scratched
Michael Marchese Sep 2021
Thus ends my journey
Some evil dies young
When exhausted all words
To convey how I’ve hung
From a rope of indifference
To life
For too long
Barely kicking,
Just dangling,
Suspended in song
Elegiac, I wish
Just constricting
My throat
Squirming vertically,
Gurgling,
In anguish I choke
On another addition
To suicide note
That I wrote
Multitudinous ways
To escape
But my finest
Is yet to come
Just sit and wait
Michael Marchese Oct 2018
Seems like something's dying
In here
I can smell it
Could be the two mice that I killed
No regret it
In here there is room
For but one vermin's need
To feed freely on misery
That rat is me

Utterly, absolutely,
Completely alone
Learning how to make
This dimly lit cavern home
Which is seldom if ever
Enough to appease
Electricity greed
In the shadows I breed
So illumined is my
Filthy rodent disease
And so clearly they see
The rat
Is in fact,
Me
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
Michael Marchese Aug 2020
Can’t complain
So they say
Copacetic acceptance
Don’t really want more
But I’m sure I should get it
Before I grow older
And surely regret
What I didn’t acquire,
Attain,
Or achieve
What I spent fortunes to
Live to die
To believe
Michael Marchese May 2020
It’s clear
You don’t care
About people
Still dying
So maybe it’s time
You heard
Animals
Crying
And feel what it’s like
To be trapped in a cage
Pacing back and forth
Back and forth
Listless all day
It’s not natural
Not normal
Not instinct
Not real
It’s like no one else  
Ever
Explained
What they feel
Enough for you
To know
I don’t want to be food
But I also don’t want
To be rude
Telling you
That it’s time to bequeath
That full plate
Full of meat
And stop eating these animals
Clearly replete
With a bevy
Of unhealthy
Parasite
Viruses
Lost in the
No weapons prosper
Against me
My weapon of choice
Is the time race
Commencing  
My voice to say anything
It ever dreamed
Even if
It’s extreme
And no one else
Believes
It could ever be real
I don’t either
Just know
What I feel
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
Not the faintest idea
Why I’m here
What is clear
Is I am
Theoretically real
So I hear
But I fear
I would rather
Sometimes disappear
Or just fade
Into ethers pervade
Dematerialize
And again be remade  
Like that time
I transmogrified
Couldn’t decide
Between living
As me
Or he already died
Michael Marchese Jul 2022
Try to write
Something else
Anything different
An inkling appears
And is gone in an instant
With her at the fore
Frontal focus
Fixation
My typical
Ritual
Excogitation
Deflates
Dissipates
And creates instead
This
Then updates the thread
Waiting
The taste of her kiss
My escape from debating
Domestic abyss
Is replaced
And embraced by
It’s her that I’m with
Without these machines
There can be no me
Earning
Consuming
Subsuming
The natural world
Burning
Through boundless renewable
Bits of pollution
But only more robots
Can find the solution
And solve the intractable
Heedless conundrum
The needless
Egregious excesses
Must come from
Some source of organic
Emotively
Sentience
But rust in its oil can
Tin man
Descendants
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
If there are no answers
And there are no truths
Should we look to the heavens
Or dig up the roots
In our quest to find purpose
And meaning, and peace
Is it simply the moment
We let it all cease
When the thoughts slip away
And time drifts into space
Staring at the abyss
Then we exit this place
For a world where the riddles
Don't need to be solved
From some darker matters
These life forms evolved
And join them you shall
In the stardust again
To guide us all home
As a constellation
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
I don’t deserve to reproduce
To be alive
To even breathe
But don’t feel obligated to
Start holding yours
Until I leave
Michael Marchese Sep 2023
At least for now
Can claim a living
Earn my girlfriend’s hand
Forgiving
Me for daily
Disappointments
Knows my pointedness
Is poignance
Shrouded,
Hidden
Not for long
I soon reveal
To her
What’s wrong
As if she wasn’t
Here already
In my head
And heartbeats steady
When her voice
Dispels
And quells
All levels of
My inner hells
Then only
Inner peace
Resumes
Where formerly
It just entombs
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Reborn into the Aether
After chaos revelations
Quintessential elevations
For the demi-god ascendancies
Transcending divinations
Of Olympic heights
Titanic mights
And Uranus castrations
Spawning Erinyes of fury
In my spartan fights
And Cretan flights
Escaping wings of Icarus
When Helios ignites
Within me, Gaia's chosen sun
Aphrodite is my lover
By her oceans overcome
With a beauty Hellenistic
Making lions of a man
Though Charybdis stirs beneath her
I still sink into the sand
Of her blissful Themiscyran shores
Elysian Fields I've seen
At the end of Trojan wars
Through Iliads and Odysseys
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