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Michael Marchese Aug 2022
Where do they come from
Up out of the drain
In the trash can they swarm
Can not hope to contain
Them in seemingly ceaseless
Invasions each day
If I leave but a speck
Of a crumb
They will stay
Inexplicable ways
They can bite me all over
And scratching
And clawing
Ensues
On my shoulder
I just want them gone
Many thousands I’ve killed
But unyielding formations
Are soon to rebuild
And their armies outnumber
My patience in seconds
As pest control’s number
More audibly beckons
But last thing I need
A homeowner’s expense
When the rent’s too **** high
Write it off
As incensed
Michael Marchese Aug 2022
Reducing the time
Spent expecting
To earn
Not my usual
Practical
Way to unlearn
Inauspicious
Habitual
Preferences
Render me
Merely a cyborg
With some
Human tendencies
More like dependencies
On the pretending
I know what I’m doing
Convictions defending
What’s left to believe
To stay woken up for
To look forward
To future good things
Still in store
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
I’m done with your rules
And your laws and your orders
Your half-empty pride
In a country of borders
That spits in the faces
Of dreamers who built it
And re-elects nightmares
Who tortured and killed it
Enslaved it and sold it
For hollow ideals
Then chained it and told it
To swallow the pills
Pay your bills, go to work
Shut your mouth, cast your vote
Buy a gun, beat your wife
Go to jail, end your life
It’s not right, it’s not fair
No one cares to be clear
What you hear are the lies
Hispering in your ear
If it’s real, it’s still fake
It’s not news, it’s a joke
And we laugh or we cry
‘Cuz the system is broke
And the banks rob us blind
And the stock markets crash
And we get so depressed
Since we can’t eat our cash
Just swipe it and like it
And hashtag it lit
Burn it all mother *******  
I don’t give ****
Anymore
Today I had the misfortune of reading that the Trump administration plans to revoke laws that have criminalized the importation of illegal ivory into our great nation. This makes me sick, embarrased and ashamed to call myself an American citizen and I can only hope there are some out there who share my contempt and disdain for a nation of united people that tolerates such loathsome, cowardly, and pathetic abuses of power by its so called leaders, without taking more extreme measures against them, for their crimes against Nature. Thank you.
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
I remember the old news
Used to tell you
How to choose
My best friend is myself
But I have others
Of different colors
And we chill and we drink
And we’re brothers
And they love us
And they hug us
And they tell us there’s gods
Up above us
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
Michael Marchese Jul 2020
Don’t harp on the doomsday
News muses
Too often
But lately it seems like
The world is a coffin
And lost in its glossy
Dysphoria coughing
I wish we could save it
From more
Holocausting
From panic pandemics
And fumes we’re exhausting
But shrooms in my mania
Glooms
Are so awesome
And even up on them
You know I’d be there
For what’s ethical, righteous,
And just
To be fair
I would even allow
The good masses to play,
To protest,
To get riotous,
Frolic all day
So long as you sat with me
Out on those steps
And still called them the sheeple
With me to attest
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
The moments become
A millennium
Floating forever, suspended in time
And each second you wait
On the sisters of fate
Is an eon of muses that passes you by
So I take to the skies
And with eagle eyes see
To be lord of the lyre
Is my destiny
Michael Marchese Jan 2024
Ashamed
That I get this way
Drunken disgrace
Run my stupid mouth off
And forsake your embrace
As if any discordant rifts
Forming between,
Could make me start questioning
What your love means
To me,
Don’t want to do this
Without you
I can’t
And I’ve known it
First moment
I felt you enchant
Every inch,
Every fiber,
Of being alone
With the solace and warmth
Of there’s no place like home
And you truly are
Family,
My world now,
My life,
And if you would still have me
My beautiful wife
Michael Marchese Oct 2020
Need some kind of change soon
Of scene or of pace
Can’t erase her
Each day
Spent without her
A waste
But I doubt that she cares
Anymore
Though once did
A few lifetimes ago
I was uh,
Different kid
Michael Marchese Jul 2024
Undeserved
Underserved
They still need us
To turn
To keep catering
To
The downtrodden
To earn
What a dignified living
No longer affords
And what destitute
Institutes
Leave uninsured
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Won’t stay too long
You’ll be glad that I did
Trust me
I’m just
An aggressive, bad kid
I see conflict where none exists
Peace in the nothingness
Warring with wretched warmongering
Mind’s abyss  
Raised by the lioness
And the guerilla head hunter
The hungriest
Michael Marchese Jul 2020
Do I read them all back?
Or keep writing you more?
Either way
Doesn’t take me back
To us
Restored
In completion
Replete with
The good and the bad
Memories
And the future
We could’ve still had
But perhaps it allows
Deeper now
Contemplation
Again at the cusp
Of our dusk
Divination
Into
What the dwindling
Of desolate dawn
Still returns to eternity‘s
Gone along song
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
She reaches out
From out the void
All morning I
Was a
Schizoid
An epileptic shock
Ecstatic
Down the 101
Wreak havoc
Magic mushroom mania,
Deranged
Unchain
My crania
My brain became
Mind of its own
My twitching, tweaking
Finger bones
Conducting orchestral
Performance
Thee outlander
Looms enormous
See the shadows
Flee before its
Superego
Muse catharsis
Sunny days
Immersed in darkness
Bladin’ ‘til
He flips his lid
An off the grid
Arachnid kid
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
And just like that they
Overthrow another democratically-elected
People-powered new direction
For the right to be progressive
In a world of such oppressive
Selfish-serving private interest
In the businesses we model in our images
Unlimited horizons in a modernizing age
Of representative plutocracy
Performing on the stage
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
It’s like he got back
From the war
In the Peace Corps
Can’t figure out
What is left
To be lived for
Reintegration
Was seamless enough
To be home,
A relief
But he hasn’t done much
Since returning,
Just learning
How little he can
Anymore of this alien world
Understand
End it will
End in madness
End in failure
If you let it
End in misery
In woebegone
In malice
You’ll inherit
Such disparate
Inequalities
Devoid of any
Merit
But you’ll wear it
Like a patriotic flag
Catches the wind
And not to brag
But you will
Reinvent
Its colors
Of the skin
Yet some inherent
Mortal sin
Might in
The shadows
Deep instill
An ever-looming
Private interest
Despotism
Shoot to ****
Michael Marchese Dec 2018
Not the first person
Rehearsing the act
But I am the original
Matter of fact
When it comes to rejecting
Unfounded conjecture
Confounding foundations
Of your private sector
As baseless, in basements
Of faceless persona
Unknown to this Brave New World's
Self-indulge soma
A rarefied pride
Coinciding with time
That it takes
To be finally
Fine
You will find
I am easily vexed
And hard-pressed
To detect
Every ***** in the armor
Flawed system's
Oppressed
Populations complacent
Awaiting their fate
In a nation-state
Trading the world
Some more greatness
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Tye-dying tycoons
With the blood on their hands
They deceive us,
Then leave us,
The really Bad Lands
Still abandoning kids
As if
Domestic terror,
To hawk and dove
F-22’s of a feather
All silent on climate
In inclement weather
All wires and viruses’
Six second tethers
To whether or not
There’s an ocean on fire,
A sickened sphere
Nearing
Its next Dallas Buyer
To coax the illusion
Of culture supreme
Propagating its art
Like the seed in the stream
So concede all your dreams
To the fascist fact-actory
Watch the facade of god
Build the ol’factory
Sense of the dollars and cents
In the hacking spree,
Even your stocks
Aren’t safes
When the state
Has already cracked codes
Of your mind,
Calculate
Michael Marchese May 2017
My old, faithful friend
Don't give in to the sorrow
Without now and then
There can be no tomorrow  
To see them again
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
She guards the chirping cricket pastures
Meadows in the morning dew
Anew she leaves me chasing stars
In full she makes me once in blue

By night I harvest Halloween’s
A waning crescent is my dreams

Of her fair maiden in the glade
Displayed, can’t keep the hounds at bay
Her darkest-sided serenade
My huntress, come now light my way
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
There once was a man
Who had grown gravely ill
Moribund, wrote a last will a night
But the love all around him by day
Brought him peace
And with that came a reason to fight

For the honor it was
He considered it so
To keep it alive and secure
To share and to teach it to others
And lovers
And ask in return nothing more  

Than to leave them his art
All the pieces he’d found
In a some sense-discernible form
After falling apart
With it shattered and tattered
And scattered all over the floor
How would I conclude
How it all comes to ruin
What numinous
Unities
Herd the immune  
To communing
With singular focus
Attuning
To radio frequencies
Secretly
Beaming
Subliminal
Messengers’
Meddlesome
Scheming
With such
Efficacious
Outreaching
Embraces
From nations
And races
To homeostasis
And placing their faith
In the edifice gifted
The natural state shifts
From resist
To submissive
Based on a term coined by Medieval Middle Eastern scholar Ibn Khaldun and Westernized in Peter Turchin’s “War and Peace and War”
Michael Marchese Jul 2023
I know
I was there
Stranger place
Stranger time
The strange faces
I’ve seen
Estranged
No friend of mine
Not the least bit
Resemblance
Of love to lament
Nor a letter
To send
In my pen’s eloquence
To a worthy of waiting
For reiterating
The myriad ways
I could feel
Recreating
The meeting space
First laid my eyes
Vivified,
Vivid
Given to smitten
With my own demise
Never home
But to show her
A welcome befitting
The one to whom
Rest of my life
Is committing
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
As ever the wandering radical writes
Of the fight
He so gently delights in
The plight
Of the people
He sees all around
Superficially equal
But far more profound
Underneath
Individual
Layers abound
Inner rebels he knows
At the roots
The seed grows  
From the blood-sodden earth
Of his dripping red prose
Michael Marchese May 2019
So these are mysterious ways
That you work in
Letting there be light
But barely it's working
So dim is the bulb
No appliances charging
It's not even worth
Turning on
As I barge in
Excited, anticipating
What it brings
To devices long dormant
In futility
And my patience wears thin
As my frame ever thinner
When darkness is all
That comprises my dinner
Why can't it flow through
Unabated in full
Surging currents
That do
What they're supposed to do
It seems simple enough
All the power lines stand
So why doesn't it reach us
Precisely as planned
Economics allow
Is it too much to ask
For it
Right ******* now?!
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
A journey of a thousand miles
Begins with a single step

But how to decide
When to take that step
And where the path leads
Should be more important, no?

I mean, what if that first step
Takes you right over a cliff?
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
North can't seem to let me go
South I've seen enough
East I'd go all in for you
But West you call my bluff
Michael Marchese Sep 2024
Brain begins to die  
Thinking only
You will die  
And the moment
That you know it
You implode in
Can’t deny
There is no waking to
Another day
Unmaking
Past mistakes
Too late
No chance to change
The minds of fate
When deemed
Condemned
To suffocate
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
Could see myself
Running through parks
In Manhattan
By night
Socialite
And conversing in Latin
With fancy elitists
And artists replete with
A repertoire of
The fine-dining wines piquant  
Complete with
The upper class clubs
We would frequent
In decadent bliss
Cosmopolitan vogue
Within inner circles
Of hell we’d collogue
Michael Marchese Oct 2021
No trouble fitting in
My skin
When no ones here
To day-begin
Alone within
The office dimly
Lit, the rain
Outside
Foreboding grimly
For my future
At this desk,
No directive
Yet expressed
Transparently
To feel secure
I’m vital to this job
Ensure
I’m here awhile
Not just temp
Though not quite sure
It’s permanent...
Michael Marchese May 2021
Yet even now
Still hope you’re reading
Even if it’s just a fleeting
Skimming of
The haunted house
Within it ghosts
Still boast about
Priceless possessions
How they dig
The grave reflections
Like Narcissus
Smoke and mirrors
Darkly lit
Yet starkly clearer
Oddly somehow
All makes sense
A cosmic joke
At my expense
Dispenses with
Unfinished business
No illusions
Left to witness
Just remains
And acid rains
The single mind
In many brains
Material
Dissolving in
Ethereal
Embodiments
Michael Marchese Jan 2021
Just wanted to go
Through the time flow with you
When it was more convenient
To let it resume
At a later date
Procrastinating
What fate
Might have preordained  
Only in movies
Afraid
It so seldom transpires
Or seems to unfold
Quite the same
Way, astray
Is with whom I grow old
Michael Marchese Mar 2023
Abandoning ship,
Escape pod
From the grip
Of the tightening
No life aboard
Kind of trip
Through the galaxy’s
Fallacy’s
Gravity
Flip
And amidst
The dogfighting
Providing
Intel
And assisting our cause
Against laws
We rebel
Should the program
Be furthered
To ****** empires
Of my inner-functions
Made quick to expire
Loose wires
And power converter
Nerf-herders
The squadron I serve
Disconnected from servers
And we’re on a mission
Deliver the plans with
An early Death Star
In the palm
Of our bandwidth
Michael Marchese Jan 2021
Never forget
It is we make the gods
Out of fear
At the end
They were merely facades
Fabricated
Created
Innate inclination
To justify,
Deify
Civilization
To coincide with
Our attempts to destroy
The void lurking
When searching
For peace to enjoy
But deprived of it
Sell ourselves short
And submit
To the will of some greater force
Must be the cause of it
Moving, unmoved
Influencing, unchanged
The timeless space
Formless
Encased
In the brain
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Where are we now
One year to this day
How far have we come
Since I asked you to stay  

I find I'm no closer
To spanning the sea
Or bridging the oceans
That keep you from me

Just drifting across them
And casting asunder
The fleeting resistance
To being pulled under

Then asking myself
How do I still drown
In a love that was anchored
And dragging me down

Could it be that your warmth
Was the sand in my toes
Or that you felt at home
In my rock bottom woes

Be they sheltering monsters
Devoid of all light
Or shipwreck sunrises
From dreadnoughts at night

We still plotted a course
With no sense of direction
Searching for shores
At each sign of depression

Guided by hope
That Northern stars fading
Would never burn out
Should they just keep on waiting

For bottles of empty
To fill with each note
Containing the words
That could save our lifeboat

But dear Aphrodite
The hole in this plot
Was the bluest of vessels
Poseidon forgot
Michael Marchese Apr 2020
And should death
Finally
Come for me
Let it be
The most eloquent,
Elegant
Of elegies
Setting free,
Setting forth,
Set in motion amidst
The last will
Of what some form of me
Still exists
As a sentiment
For
Testaments
To my penmanship
Pensively pondering
Beyond
Impermanence
Striving to find
Something out of the nothingness
Solace in solitude’s
Soothsayer
Essences
Always what I
Stayed alive for
To thrive
To revive me
Like early
Grave sights
Of the light
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
So much to tell you
Suspended in space
From the moment I see you
All pauses in place
I forget what to say
To that look on your face
And embrace that I waited
All day to hit play
Come tomorrow
Replay it
The same exact way
A few texts,
The unrest,
Then I guess I’ll just ask
For however one-sided
I’m with her at last
And can look past the patterns
All scattered and skewed
Inconsistently messaging
I just feel used
But abused, wouldn’t deign
To equate the same pain
For I can’t pin the blame
On these meaningless flings
If I’ve granted the master of puppets
My strings
Michael Marchese Feb 2022
And that’s when I start to
Revisit
The pivot
We ****** around
Wasted away
And I give it
My all to still
Fall for you
Crawl in the avenue
Small,
Insignificant
Speck
Undeserving
I swerve
In adverbs
And I fervor
Exerting  
A tired and sick
Of this ****
Life existence
I miss the first time
I could die
In the distance
Michael Marchese Aug 2020
I got your traumatic
In peace
Wreakin’ havoc
And bring the disorder back
Full automatic
Been trackin’ the fascists
Since smilodon reigned
And still fashionin’ spears
For that ***** paw’s claim
Left’em slain
As a stain
On prehistory’s cave
Where I offered the primitives
Visions ablaze
And made slaves
Of the shadows
They caste
Off their chains
And together we toiled
In disparate ****
Till the spirit of Waqqa
The crescent moon lit
Sickle gripped,
Sinews ripped,  
Chattel whipped and equipped
With the will to subsistence
Existence
Resist
And from such a collective
No lord could evict
Who was with
The community
Even me
Free
From the fossilized,
Privatized,
Posted sign,
Property
Paradise cost
But a Lost World’s
Monopoly
Michael Marchese May 2020
The rusting
Injustice
The worker
The whip
The upgraded
Today
A slave trade
Microchip
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
Traveled
For miles
To get to you
Rescue you
Lucky enough
To behold the whole
Mess of you
Dressed in a sorrow
I struggle to emulate
Here in this
All too inaccurate
Capsulate
Gravitate
Slavishly
Back to your side
But belong to
Along with you
Down for the ride
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Tripping on her autumn's kiss
prepared me to embrace the fall
Michael Marchese Jul 2018
Avarice sits upon
An empty promise throne
And in its midst
Are all the homeless
Ghosts, condemned to roam alone
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
I take from the rich
And I give
To the richer
Grow money trees
And then watch the world wither
I've slithered
In gardens of green
Dripping red
With a purity hood
Draping over my head
I have poisoned the fountain
Of youth
To retain
My control of this endless
Monopoly game
As my capital gains
A skyscraper a day
To the skyrocket
Stock market
Locke's do I pray
Upon all to be blessed
With lavish excess
But succession of kings
My investment ******
To breed wealthier nations
Uncommon in man
Through unhealthier rations'
Invisible Hand
Do I muppet the mouths
And harp on the heartstrings
As I tug on the chains
Of the slaves
Freedom rings
And that fat lady sings
All she wants
I will cling
To this power
With eagle-lied,
Vulturous talons
Devour
The will
And then **** the bills,
Billing blood that I spill
With impunity
Robbery,
Poverty
Property
I am the law
There is no order stopping me
No cherry topping me
No global powers’
High towers
Are topping me
No master forces endorsed
Are out-shopping me
Spending spree
On the lost souls
Now to bending knee
Fall
And enthrall in the terror
Of my urban sprawl
Making maggots of masses'
Automaton dreams
Into my gilded ages'
New pyramid schemes
You can call me a liar
Truth is
No concern
To the one who reigns fire
With oil to burn
Down upon the deniers
Until they all learn
I'll recruit body bags
To preach life to the choir
And when the screen lags
Train these dogs to play dead,
Lay their own on a wire
In so doing shred
The carnage they desire
So I can play God
And with demons conspire
A masterful plan
To command the economy
Zombie hive mind
Get in line
For lobotomy
My progeny
Multiply to consume
And consume
And consume
'Til the ******* last fume
Dissipates into space
The good fortunes of Earth
All amounting to waste
With the mother who nurtured you
***** and disgraced
The four steeds
Of Apocalypse
Nothing but paste
For I win every time
I with you
Humans race
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Unspoken voices dispense with their menial pleasantries
Finally speaking as equals in feeling
Let guide now their words
The first thought that pops into
Their heads so in love
But the distance between them
Departs like a dove
Gotta go
On his way
To someday lay to rest
On display as the best
Plumage penning his paradise
Feather bird nest
Michael Marchese Jul 2023
This is not your home
More a land of enchantment
We dream for the high-rising
Homeless encampment
We pray for salvation
Pay for
Subjugation
And waive our proud colors
For brand names
Emblazoned
And raised in
This race-based
Freemason’s e-state
Is to learn
Lady Liberty’s
Lecherous villainy
Some more illusory
Profits
Grand wizardry
Class-driven
Rifts
Of consumerist misery
So be forewarned
Welcomed all as you are
This is not opportunity
Knocking that hard
It’s just no-knocking
Crack rock
The vote
By design
It’s injustice for all’s
Justice
Taking the bribe
This is men left behind
ALL THE TIME,
ANYTIME
For a nickel
And dime
Violent crime
Rates are high
But the views
Are sublime
So remember in venturing
Here
On vacation
Be it
Permanent
Or a special occasion
Again, I implore you
Be sure that these shores
Are a lot more
Than more than enough
Food in store
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
You don’t mean to harm
Just aware that you do
You keep pushing me further
And further
From you
Despite every night
Time of your life
That I write of
You’re right over there
Just apparently far,
Tantalizingly close
As a dwindling star
And if some retrograde
Planetary disturbance
Pervades your brain waves
The harmonic convergence
That all
Seems to fall
Into place
Is erased
And instead forms between us
This mute empty space
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
My pen is always free
To find
When most sublime
My mind
Is still so bound
By rhyme
Each word and sound
Left undefined
By rhyme
I find
Abrasively
Will grind
In teeth
Distastefully
Bequeath
Each line
That chimes
Pervasively
In ears
And fears
Begrime
Invasively
My head
To dread
Implacably
This crime
Of rhyme
As if it were a wrinkle
In the fabric
Of all time
Michael Marchese Jun 2016
I need you to know
The demons I'm fighting
Before I must go
I'll share them in writing

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

I'll hang from the gallows'
Rope of mortality
Claimed by the shadows'
Noose of reality
Michael Marchese Jun 2016
I write still to show
The flaws I've corrected
Before I must go
Here's some I've perfected

I’m breakable bones
My weakness is real
You can crush them with stones
But my spirit is steel

I've howled depressions
With lone wolf confide
I've roared at oppressions
With lion king pride

I rose unforgiving
From indifferent graves
To haunt those unliving
As apathy's slaves

I council with silence
Keep quiet rapport
With deafening violence
Of thoughts waging war

I’m pop country's menace
Funk you profanity
Spit-venom vengeance
And breakdowns of sanity

I’ve sung innuendos
Love's chorus revised
By symphonic crescendos
Two beats harmonized

I’ll never stop trying
To save this blue sphere
Our mother is crying
Apocalypse tears

I move hyperactive
My sprinting brain sped
Beyond the distractive
Outrunning my dread

I’m tempests emerging
Typhoons kept at bay
And now my storm surging
Will blow you away

I’ve fearlessly gazed
Upon Grim's complexion
The hell that was raised
Was just my reflection

I channel my hate
As my anger stream grows
Into rivers irate
Then tranquility flows

I form nations in clouds
Above law and border
No star-spangled shrouds
In my higher world order

I’m heat-seeker lines
Poetic napalms
Metaphor landmines
And ticking rhyme bombs

I've warped my perceptions
And force-choking grips  
And Death Star conceptions
From jedi mind trips

And I’ll leave you assured
My crusade will not yield
Until peace is ensured
And these wounds have all healed
Incurred as the ward
Of my muses concealed
Now commanding a horde
Of the furies revealed
I have severed accord
With the fates I have sealed
  I've matured and endured
On this life battlefield
With this pen as my sword
And this pain as my shield
For I am the lord
Of the words that I wield
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