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Michael Marchese Aug 2023
Whatever I don’t use
Becomes the gloomy
World away
Electrify
Entire nations
At the standard
Rate of pay
For what remains
Of degradation
Is the only thing that matters
Only flag I’d sooner wave
Before reducing it to tatters
Silver platters
And the scraps upon
Could fill my empty bowl
But some primeval,
Greater evil
Is devouring me
Whole
For I cannot be in control
Of cultivating
Innovation
I cannot feed all the people
Empty promises
Salvation
Merely offer
But a morsel
Of my hunger
To fulfill
What a good meal
Among the rest of us
Collectively
Could steal
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
Satiate your need for greatness
Not in gilded glory
You must never let society
Best sell your famous story
For no store-bought thought is novel
Lest it come first from the shelf
And no god can be believed in
Lest it come first from the self
For you must look within and then without
Identify the villains
Fight the battles no one has
Against the other billions
Who count upon the dying light
To offer its illusion
To illuminate the hopeless night
Rewriting their conclusion
In a new, exclusive twist of plot
To drop mouths to the floor
When really not-so happy endings
Have been done before
And will be told for eons more
And be forgotten all the same
And so I roar into the cosmos
And I make it fear my name
This epic tragedy, a comedy
I laugh at the abyss unknown
Existence is my kingdom come
Mortality’s my throne
And in remembrance ballads sung
Throughout the ages that proceed them
Are the legacies I leave behind
Now you just have to read them
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Human desires
Cross seldom the mind
Of one who has shifted
The need paradigm
Yet often I find  
Myself craving a taste
Of her strawberry field
Or the diamond embraces
Of nothing is real

To think and to feel
Cascading emotion  
Is still but a drop
In infinity's ocean
Intangible quotient
The product of self
The sum of its parts
Is but dust on the shelf

And there lives an elf
Who communes with the trees
His arrows of wind
Sailing evergreen seas
As he writes eulogies
Detached from the world
For his dying earth mother
As time keeps on turning
Mankind on each other
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
Your god is subversion
Your flag is a weapon
My method’s conversion
Through history lesson
Expressing it in a poetic reflection
Since time immemorial
First begged the question
Why are we here?
And what is our inception?
Progressively testing the shining ideal
Still enslaved to the master’s whip coming to steal
Our identity politics, name tags and guns
Pointing barrels of blame at our brothers in arms
When we all know the enemy stems from the money tree
Robbing us blind until we don’t know how to be
Citizens, patriots, comrades of earth
Because all of this dirt is divided from birth
And the worth we assign to this rocking the vote
That we don’t see the burning *****’s sinking the boat
Just add fuel to the fire, empires of terror
For business is war and we wage it forever
Already in us
The lifespan
Diminished
Dominion
Of domino theorists
Unfinished
With business abroad
And the world market
Over
Still pumping
And dumping
Their waste
Down our throat holes
And goes into veins
A cocktail
Of their chokeholds
And cold
As the pulse grows
More soullessly
Blood flows
The poisoned
Polluted
Precluded
Provision
Nutrition
Omission
Produces
Submission
And we are but lab rats
Experiments
Testing
Their chemical
Compounds
Of boundless
Ingesting
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
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
Michael Marchese Jul 2017
Lost in a flurry of thoughts
And disorders
The chaos of conscious
Enraptures the room
And she interludes often
The nail to my coffin
The anti-depressant
Of purple haze gloom
And a shot of suppressant
To lighten the mood
With a wit of without
Any life left to live
And a cold, steely heart
With no love left to give
I have axes to grind
I have bones to ice pick
A chip on my shoulder
A scratch I can't itch
When it crawls in my skin
Still forgetting to care
Unless my next fix
Is the wind in my hair
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Want to see
How the filthy rich live
Before I
Should become one
Myself
Rather die
Than comply
With the status quo notion
Of progress
Achieved
Only set in slow motion
And masses aggrieved
When appeasement has failed
And the stimulus spent
When the city upscaled
Can’t afford to pay rent
When the gentry
Carte Blanche
Becomes staunchly imposed
On the food insecure
Still ensuring their homes
Built atop the displaced
The eviction note’s
Victimless crime
Is eraced
Michael Marchese Sep 2017
With left so deft you’d think it's theft
We are the blind man's ego death
We see the abstract poverty
In all of its cosmogony
Humanity is Mother Nature
We are but her nomenclature
Poets with a love of wisdom
Burning down this fascist system
Classist, cashist, racist pigs
They step to us with oil rigs
But we got dreamers of all sizes,
Colors, shapes and symbolizes
Universally diverse
Rehearsing every universe
Test our patience is a virtue
Justice will be swift upon you

By egalitarians
Who guillotine these Aryans
That D.A.R.E. to limit our fair share
Of ways to rock this crazy hair
And break this **** down to the truth
As we explore the realms of youth

Our architects will span the seas
On odysseys of Pleiades
Our psychics will make obsolete
The news-feed ticking time bomb tweet
Our rebels will revolt in peace
With furies reigning Ancient Greece
Our sorcerers will cast their spells
And grant each drop of wishing wells
Our Appleseeds will grow year 'round
Upon the fields of common ground
Our leaders will be yoga teachers,
Open mics, and bleacher creatures
We will obligate these morals
Or white wash these dying corals
We will all commiserate
Or drown ourselves in selfish hate
It's not too late to save this place
Our fate rests not in distant space
But in the permanence of ink
Now step aside and let us think
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
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
We're often called the dreamers

For seeing coexistence
Where you perceive division
Where you would split the difference
We conceive a common vision

For this one cohesive-conscious home
Each vow of silent thinking tree
Each lichen-minded stone
Every deep blue secret mystery
All creatures free to roam
Brewed into a cup of mushroom tea
Perhaps a drop of honeycomb
Will sweeten your reality
Drink in this splendid biodome
And taste the earth in harmony

So brand us as the seemers

For seeking first to understand
That there is more than good and evil
Warring within fellow man
Not so black and white upheaval

We the people must unite
A liberated human nation
Under godless in this fight
Release the cure's incarceration
From the cells of civil blight
Xenophobic hate contagion
And regressive, taxing plight
Impoverishing our education
Systems righting wrong from write
De-race-ing ignorant's foundation

Radical extremers now

For turning up the volume loud
Since we ain't down with social class
We pledge allegiance to the shroud
By burning one to puff, puff pass

Tsunami vibes and tidal raves
To flood the streets in flow-test signs
Insurance for the waging slaves
When drone strikes keep on blowin' mines
And diggin' them their shallow caves
But really we're all droppin' dimes
To keep our heads above the waves
So thin blue lines can take their fines
Straight to glock-bottom feeding graves
As we keep livin' off these crimes

Still we're labeled schemers

For nurturing our future's seed
To grow into a garden's peace
Which blossoms as our children breed
An atmospheric love increase

To passion fruitful harvest skies
Of astronomic musing
As their iridescent voices rise
Embracing every body's choosing
In a selfless enterprise
Across the universe infusing
Time and space to minimize
Desire's nebulous illusion
Quasar egos vaporized
In star-trips of their light speed cruising

They'd become redeemers

For this misanthropocene
Rerunning for the walking dead  
Newsfeeding on an empty screen
That eats the brains out of their head

And makes this orb of abstract arts
A stupid rock that you've condemned
To more prosaic, Dark Age starts
No world of imagery could end
The bags of bones in shopping carts
When no idealist sense transcend
Robotic corporate profit smarts
All dollar signs of life expend
On oil, coal and carbon parts
Per million broken souls we'd mend

With teachings of our *liberal hearts
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
Been making a statement
Since chalk on the pavement
Erasing complacent
Content in my basement
Been searching for famous
Since pen hit the paper
A COINTELPRO
Expose’ prose’n muckraker
No stake in your stockholder
Meeting this evening
Just cuttin’ deals laced with
A little left-leaning
Obscene acts of terror
Each letter a crime
A defacement of privatized
Property swine
Dispossessed but of rhyme
Like the spirit of Marti
Till I’m callin’ party boss
Shots of Bacardi
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
Human ****,
human ****  
Avarice  
Get that ****
Out of my dish
How many species
Do you wish
Extinct by Swedish overfish
Are you so fond of licorice?

Like cavities on Halloween
You rot away my clenching teeth
Spoiled children trick or treat
So concerned with what to eat
While glaciers melt like Hershey bars
In Hot Tamale heat
As oceans rise
You feast blind eyes
And licorice blackens the skies

Making my blood pressure high
Unwrapping one more Smartie
Just to find an Air-Head Spree
And now I'm left here questioning
My ***** Wonka sanity
For thinking I could save these kids
From Candy Land's of apathy
Stuck on selfish sticky squares
Lord Licorice tormenting me

With sugar-coated ignorance
Preferred over
The sour patch
Of truth too bitter for their lips
   Starbursting, Milky Way abyss
   Warheads warping face and time
   Mere rainbows to your skittle bliss
The end of mine? No sweets to find
You've left me only licorice
Michael Marchese Jun 2021
My luminous thralldom
Plunged back into war
I could not save a soul
Mine was nevermore
Sure
And the traveler
Side of me
Once optimistic
Fell prey to the death of ideals
Unrealistic
There was no escape
Nowhere else the tale goes
Though I found a few hiding spots,
Highs were still lows
I felt useless,
Abused,
Disaffected
Confused
And with each passing day
Became more a recluse
And I could not excuse
My aberrant behavior,
Attempts to explain
Only made me seem stranger
The anger again
Was what woke me from bed
Or else probably would
Have just laid there
All dead
Original
When was it ever
Creation?
Surreal
It has never
Been
Civilization
Just homogeneity
Acculturation
Collective,
Procrustean
Reeducation
No self-aware
Movement
No choice
Occupation
Just merrily
Life is but
Assimilation
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
Property’s slavery
Whole world still got it
And lands still the reason
We all pick a pocket
Pitch-forkin’ for-profit
Complex prison systems
Of jobs and backbone
Just say no kind of victims
When oil regimes who give rise to machines
Build their schemes to the skies
On their Thespian screens
Of democracy’s industry’s
Warring with Persia’s
Imperial graves
Till another god-king
Sends his Normandy waves
And we know we don’t show that to children
Now do we?
‘Cuz all of that blood and that rage would
Purr sue me
Subdue me, consume us young men in a field of what’s real
Made of fight for your life
Or be killed, or be killed
And then glorify heroes
Who ****** some kids
Instead of the ones
Who insure that they live
For a logical reason
To dream and to hope
That their Salem Witch trial
Won’t end in a rope
If they’re made in the image, we teach them to be
But we white-wash the parts
About humanity
Michael Marchese Dec 2021
And into the infinite aether ascendant
Now scream at me,
Shriek with me,
Wreak all the havoc
Together
We conjure
The darkest of magic
Dispelling the notion
The ocean divides
By the side of it
One with the waves
Do I glide
As the glades
Of tranquility
Beckon me back
And instilled in it still
Is your image intact
And though warped and distorted
The clarity stays
Till it summons the sun
From my dismalest days
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
Only time will tell
If it's the end of mine I long to find
Or just the new beginning
When I lose all track of rhyme
In loss of mind and lost control
Of blind ambition's suicide
Intertwined with passion's soul
So that in life I might revise
And redefine my dead inside
From slow declining glass of wine
To kind rewindings left behind
As memories that bleed
And drip their drops of pure sublime
Upon the lines of self-disguise
And ambiguity which hides
Me like a masquerade
Of drifting through transparent tides
When not confined to ocean-sides
In shallow depths through which I wade
Along the waves thine skies comprise
When lies are truths and lows are highs
The tantalizing heavens
Are the lighthouse in your eyes
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Drink it in
The sweat stain disdain
Dish soap dog bath
****** sewage soda sludge
Puke-splattered canvas
Baby bottle brisk tea
40 ounces of ice cold destitution
Brown sugar blood bandage
Unprotected immaculate *******
Salivating for salvation
Asphyxiated angel tears
Indigence reigns
Faithful floods
Swallowing prayers
Quench God's thirst
As he ****** indifference
Michael Marchese Aug 2023
No other way
To emphasize
I never asked
To be alive
But now that I’m
Beside you
Strive
To feel you are
The reason why
When at the end of love  
Retakes me
Only yours
Rejuvenates me
Makes me a holistic
Man
Still waits for me
To understand
Awakens some inherent
Calm
Before my storm of longing
Song
For ever long
I’ve serenaded
Visions of
A love
Not faded
Plain and simple
True, sincere
Heartaches
And breaks
When you’re not here
And when I fear you
Losing faith
My hope becomes
A restless wraith
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
All that you see
Or seem to envision
Could soon be made free
Of your inhibition

But your indecision
Refuses volition
To enter the void and let go of suspicion
The light at the end is your human condition
We aimlessly wander this road to perdition
In search of the signs, to exit these minds

They flicker in red
As the devil lies sleeping
In bed with our head
And the truths we are seeking

Floorboards are creaking
The faucet is leaking
The bumps in the night oh so restlessly creeping
In attics and cellars, in tongues they are speaking
The spiders and bats war with serpents and rats

Yet we still find no peace
Behind doors we then close
To the world we decease
Our open windows

Refracting these woes
On the withering rose
In the darkest of corners of no one else knows
Of the troubles I've seen where no sign of life grows
Counting crows as it dies in a room locked inside
Michael Marchese May 2022
She only exists
In the app
Other world
As of now
Can’t be sure
She is even a girl
But her genuine
Words are heartfelt
And sincere
And each day I look forward
To having her here
On this phone,
On this screen
As of now
Just a dream
In the meantime
Becoming my
Daily routine
To engage
And write letters
A digital age
Sort of courtship
Attempt
To find love far away
My second reflection  
Appears in the mirror
And suddenly I’ve
Never seen myself
Clearer
Begrudgingly
Sigh
I no longer
Endear her
Can’t cheer her up
Fear
That the ending
Draws nearer
That my complete picture
Omits
The mirage
That the photos
Cut deeper
And scar my visage
And you’ll just see
Deformed
Mutilations
At best
An unlovable beast
From his man suit
Undressed
Michael Marchese Sep 2021
Might of the billions
Igniting the legacy
Flooding your homes
And disowning hegemony
Sleeping
And feasting
Completing the sequence
In all the enrapture
Contraptions
I frequent
Complete with
An arsenal,
Cache of collectives
And weapons of unwieldy
Leftists eclectic
Directives from bottom up
Terraform sound
I will echo through chambers
Eternity-bound
Like a movie star shadow’s
Imploding career
Like the wife and two kid’s guy’s
Addiction to beer
I appear to the proud,
The complacent,
The waste
When disposing of class
They assume that its race
That I run around here
Like some placeholder king
I am but
The sheers severing
Puppets from strings
Michael Marchese Dec 2022
Look upon you
And see failure
See a scale
Unbalanced
Jailor
Of his own potential
Paler
Than a ghost
Of mostly jokes
To cover up
The drowning hopes
But when you cross the line
The rope’s
Self-deprecation
Is what chokes
You in these notes
Like puffs of smoke
And should you sleight my love again
You’re just another
End I wrote
Michael Marchese Jun 2020
Knew that I loved you
Soon after arrival
But In love
I found
At the edge of survival
When all my possessions
Could not be disowned
And detached from you
Realized,
Could not be condoned
Nor be made to feel normal
As much as I tried
To propose that the infinite sky
Be my bride
And through distance and time
Learn to serve
The unearthing
Of what I had buried so deep
In rebirthing
The unhappy me
In his tranquility
Still convincing himself
We would never be free
Who the two of us
Needed
Or wanted
The most
Was the world
Now I’m left with its
Without you ghost
Don’t let it settle
The thoughts into place
Lest you linger too long
In contemplative space
And let dwelling
Impel you
To stay in suspension
Remain in a state
Of immense
Apprehension
A tension
That stretches
And pulls you
Apart
Discontentment
Embitters
And sours
Your heart
Until want for not
Need no companion
Engagement
Embrace your relationship
Sinking estrangement
Michael Marchese Mar 2019
Awaiting my guests to arrive
And inspect
This community
I can not help
But reject
Any customs,
Traditions
So-calling it culture
Just circling above
For next meals
Like a vulture
So hopefully they
Can acknowledge dismay
And disdain
That I can't hide away
Nor refrain
From deriving detesting
This place, denigrating
With subtle sarcasms
And unfettered hating
This nation
Needs nothing
From me
Can't they see
Their posterity
Not worth the time
Or money
To assist and to aid
And to tame
All in vain
They will never change
Archaic ways
Are ingrained
And to train them to choose
Monkey see
Monkey do
And to privatize,
Purchase,
Invest
And consume
Is really in fact
The last thing
This world needs
Just a hundred plus million
More mouths
It can't feed
Michael Marchese May 2020
Don’t ever presume
To the depths
You met me
Don’t assume
I can be
Anything that I see
I am nothing but dust
In the tranquility
I have given up hope
And emotion
And woke
Up upon
Other sides
And beside myself
Spoke
Of the furthest recesses
Of what
I once wrote
As a token
Of broken
Apologies
Choke
Out the words
Say it all to my face
I betrayed you,
Unmade you,
And sought to upgrade you
A waste of time space
But I needed you more
Than I care to embrace
Though the yearning
To turn with you
Catching the glimpse
Singularity
Moments
Like omens
Of bliss
Michael Marchese May 2021
Wandering aimlessly
Never in vain
But this weekend
I couldn’t find
Where the right way
Was directed,
Expected
To be at my car
In a matter of minutes
But ended up far
From its parking space
Downtown and bound
For another night ruined
And in its shame
Crowned
Michael Marchese May 2020
Hard to lose
What you never quite knew
How to use
What you often refused
To accept
Part of you
Could be only
Made wholly
Mine own
To exude
Its ad astra projections
Unto
Solitude’s
Other misshapen faces
Askew in their views
Amiss placing
Its imminent
Preeminence
In an exodus
From what remains
Of its resonant
Dissonance
Nothing explains
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
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Admire not always
Equating desire
I wanted to hear you
Appear to conspire
Against me
Preemptively tempting
Descent
Reinventions
Of tempestuousness
Lament
Unrelentingly
Holding me under,
Asunder,
Inside
In your presence
As placid as thunder
No wonder I stumbled
In humbling hubris
You needed no man,
Little boy,
And you knew this
Exuded it
True to your word
From the horse’s mouth
Thinnin’ the ranks
Of the herd
And that one’s for you
Out there
Without me
Succeeding
Exceedingly
Stick to your guns
Without bleeding
And that’s where the peace became
Nothing remains,
I would bathe
In a river of it
To reclaim
Your attentive
Retention
Of my complete
Sentience
And still even now
Can’t complete a whole sentence
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
In command of my heart
I was hers from the start
And in parting ways
Rendered
Alone in the dark
Off the mark
A few times
Out of sync
With the spark
That originates
Gravitates
Back to renewal
Like nuance
And novel
Gives pause to refuel
To in retrospect
Reconnect
Severed synapses
And then progress
Prosper
Rebuilding collapses
And tactics
For how we
Attack
And engage
Confrontation
Conflated with
Wars we must wage
Just a sudden deathmatch
To match
Mounting affronts
Like the salting of earth
And the growth that it stunts
We annunciate once
To the victor go spoils
With each escalation
But both of us fighting
Lose communication
LSD
Michael Marchese Jun 2016
LSD
It all seems so good
It all feels so great
As I enter the mood
Of this trippy mind state

I am all, I am one
Sitting here on this earth
Reconceived by the sun
Her light, my rebirth

A brand new inception
My old skin is shed
An altered perception
The old me is dead

Normality drifts
From reality lands
As mentality sifts
Through mortality sands

Letting go of my fears
Letting go of my pain
Fog of mind disappears
From my ego-less brain

Detached from desire
Each earthly possession
No more than a liar
My truth is expression

Unbridled elation
Ineffable glad
Heightened sensation
Vanishing sad

A soaring ascension
Kaleidoscope skies
A swirling dimension
Where lows become highs

I’m flowing through dreams
Thought rivers euphoric
My consciousness streams
Wash out the dysphoric

I’m light as a feather
I'm cold but I'm warm
How 'bout this weather?
A gentle brain storm

To exist is my mission
To be is my goal
And all of cognition
Is part of the whole

I see every feature
Each different face
But only one creature
Runs my human race

Universes therein
Worlds coming together
Time and space warped
By the bounds of forever

My spirit uplifted
By but a mere breeze
My paradigm shifted
By voices of trees

Eccentric boy wonder
Bizarre child awe
Wacky word blunder
Silly speech flaw

I want you to share
In this limitless peace
But you have to prepare
To embrace this release

I can help you be free
To see what I mean
But you’ll never be me
You can’t see what I’ve seen

Am I losing my mind?
Take a sec to reflect
Does this seem like the kind
Of trip you’d reject?
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
Michael Marchese Nov 2022
Though haven’t sung yet
Of finality’s
Salary
I am in debt
To its etch-a-sketch
Malady
Turn a few knobs
And we think ourselves
Free
To redraw the line,
Palestine,
Voter ID
But the ballot’s
A salad,
The word
Is a stake
In the heart of my
Blood-*******
Enemy’s fate
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Exuding supernova suns
Through sensory explosions
Otherworldly forms of fun
When the Mother Earth has chosen
Pheonix forces I become
As I'm making moves like Gambit
Checking Bishop's loaded gun

For I am gods and I am mortals
I am everything and nothing
I am trans-dimension portals
Into realms of onto something
More than human paranormals
By detaching from possessions
To an equinox of vernals

I am blissful blossoms blooming
Unabashful beaming brilliance
Blithe brain blasts of bold babooning
Big Bang bomb bursts blowin' billions
Burning bourgeoisies by booming  
Bolshevism boiling blood's
Broke-bank Bane of bat-cave brooding

Jedi masterful mind trips
Skywalkin' Bespin nonchalant
'Cuz no force-choking Vader grips
Can bring me down to Coruscant
And no Death Star apocalypse
Can stop the peace I'm keepin' in
My rogue one rebel leader-ships  

Fearless with my laser sword
And selfless Star Trek Enterprise
To defeat the Klingon horde
The ego of Galactus dies
Upon my Silver Surfer board
Still Samwise to my Frodo quest
To sonicdoom the Mordor Lord
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
You know not of the loss I speak
You see only the gain you seek
When little there is left to earn
Success is but a thing to burn
A price tag on your self-absorbed
Unhappiness we can't afford
Yet starve ourselves to replicate
And spite our face to imitate
The yacht club, mansion, model life
Is peanut butter's plastic knife
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
If from some great well of wisdom
There would flow the truth
I’d drink my fill and wonder why
It’s wasted on the youth
Who have no bills to pay or mouths to feed
Or reasons to suppress their greed
For sharing isn’t caring
If what all you need is what you want
A picture book to read

So serene and tranquil thoughts convene
Tomorrowland is alien
To you in all your blissful cares
At home with no one there again
Alone inside your little worlds
The ones outside seem big and small
But nothing matters anymore
Except for growing tall
Before you fall into adulthood
And give in to *after all
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
It creeps in like a spider
Lays eggs in my head
Which hatch into serpents
Whose venom will spread

Like a bubonic plague
And a leprous affliction
An ugly and sickening
Black Death addiction

For only one sip
Makes my smile a frown
But to level with peasants
I set down my crown

Let them challenge my reign
Over freedom's dominion
But they prefer chains
Of pre-programmed opinion

And offer no tribute
To my divine mission
Just warp my perceptions
And blur up my vision

Until I spill guts
And I spit razor blades
Indulging in blood lust
Unholy crusades

At these God-fearing heathens
Carnivorous sheep
Political prisoners
To my sickle's reap

For now I am Grim
From the dragon's I duel
Just to rise from the ashes
Of kingdoms they rule

And distribute the wealth
To these common man vassals
For treasure-filled chests
Are but crumbling sand castles

To one who is both
Lord of paper and pen
Power-drunk on my throne
Made of oblivion
Michael Marchese Sep 2018
Making this place a home
Is no easy feat
When I can’t even make
A hot meal I could eat
And in no earthly form
So desire to learn
How from not but a twig
And a stone
Make it burn
Just expecting to introspectively
Endure
This new prison cell in darkness clutches
Emmured
In insanity shrill shrieking silent serenity
Nothing to make me believe
I deserve to be
Anywhere else but this lush green oasis
Draining the life from this shell it encases
Making the most of the least of my problems
And unto the peoples’
Give myself to solve them
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
Resurgent desire
Still spreading like cancer
I feel its entire
Eternal no answer
To why can’t it be
She responds when I want,
Is my picturesque
In distress
In my dreams haunt
So romantically
Fantasies
More than a memory
There when I need
Her bemusing serenity
Verbally
Lyrically
Muted in mystery
All of it
Mine
Dispossessed
But promissory
Nor to control
Just to pass away time
Before down in a hole
Or some contract to sign
Michael Marchese Feb 2020
Retention in full
Of each day
In completion
If possible would
Yield us nights
Without reason
To write,
Or reflect,
Or account
For mistakes
And correct
The ones forming
A pattern of late
As it resonates reveries
Whirling about
What we couldn’t accomplish
Or dare live without
In a 24 hour
Fortuitous gift
To take dying for granted
And merely exist
To subsist on laborious
Efforts to wrest
The elusive success
From the jaws
Of unrest
And the self-imposed stress
Just relax,
Easy said
But to find the time
Makes it
A mindfulness dread
Just another chore
Bored
By unlimited freedom
To learn it all,
See it all,
Do it all
Even
If you can’t recall
Who it was
By name spoke
The punchline of the joke
Or the first novel thought
That you had
When you woke
Michael Marchese May 2020
Earth unprepared
To repair
What demand
Leaves its wishing well
Wistfulness
Weeping wastelands
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
Michael Marchese May 2019
There is just too much possible
Human capacity
Shrouded in secrecy
Sealed in mendacity
Boxed away, locked
In a crate
Where it waits
To reveal itself to
Unsuspecting primates
Unprepared to see through
Panicking panoramas
Of primitive man
In his going bananas
Default modern setting
Upon the discoveries
Later regretting
Forgetting mistakes
Of the past
As we make
A genetically-engineered future
At stake
Is the current world order's
Next failed
Nation state
And the fate of a species
Contingent on how
We all lose track of time
Living here
In the now
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
Am I not just a spritely
Vivacious sun beam
The alacrity’s
Most effervescence
You’ve seen
Oh but no, I’m so sad
Only glad for a minute
Then gone just as fleetingly
All joy diminished
By cannot escape’s
Crushing grasp
Of despair
What is there to be smiling about?
And why care?
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