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Michael Marchese Oct 2022
Inwardly introspect
Technical fouls
Still checking myself
Like a courtship of owls
And towering over my head
Ego reigns
I profess it with fiery sermons
Enraged
At an enemy
Memory
Bending me
Mentally
As I awaken
The madness in melody
Never exceed,
Never bleed
Dry of life
Save the need
To see fiends
At the edge of a knife
Let the steeds
In their stampeding tumult
Proceed,
Let the siege
Bring to ruin
Their temples of greed
Let tempestuous tyrants
Command hurricanes
I will summon the depths
To devour their claims
For the nameless one
Gave me a face
And its features
Erased its facade
My visage
Is the reaper
Procurer of withering souls
In the soil
Demurrer to furors
That free me in toil  
For only through struggle
Have we then progressed
May this echo
A Testament
To its unrest
Michael Marchese Sep 2020
Another downtrodden
Despondent
Disclaimer
Apologies for
Imminent
Misbehavior
In vain I’ve attempted
To temper
My anger
To try to be tame
But am made
Out of rancor
But thankfully
For those
Still reading
Alone
I’m no threat to your precious
Pretensions
At home
Michael Marchese Sep 2020
What more could I want
Than a living for this
Repressed gift,
Sustenance,
And a place to exist
In consistently nearing
A writer’s potential
But limited by
What it lacks in essential
Deprived of what I
Need to buy,
Stay alive’s
Are like locks on the chains
Binding me to these rhymes
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
The next move
Is physical
Force
Altercation
The final
Is my
Boiling point
Aggravation
Approaching
Eruption
Too placid
To burst
And confronting it only
Just making it worse
So let passive aggressive
Gestures
Be the first
Move we make
To reiterate I
From formality break
Want you gone
Seethe with hate
As I see through your face
Cherished memories
Perish
Your life,
A disgrace
The potential I formerly saw
Laid to waste
You’re pathetic,
A pitiful,
Peasant
Peon
And now all I look forward to
Day that you’re gone
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
Isolate me
Cut my tongue out
Throw away the key
I will still find the words to reason
With you people
If I need
To rule this town
And seize the crown
From heavy lies beheaded greed
And in its harems I will plant the seed
My progeny will be
Impurity’s new breed of legacy
Eternally they’d read
Appease my memory insatiable
As masses that I’d feed
And none would dare to challenge me
Chaotic orders I would lead
And all would heed
My epic poetry
Uniting spirits freed
Michael Marchese Jul 2020
To put it precisely
As drunk as I am
And as high as I’ve been
I just wasn’t the same
Than I was tonight
With my friends
Thinking this never ends
I was just picturing
Who could be hotter
But **** me for thinking
They could’ve been
Smarter
I met some dull drones
So far gone
In unknowns
And I thought of you SOLELY
As they were
Exposed
To my miscreant,
Mischievous
Know what I mean?
It was you and I bringing
This world
To its knees
But preserving the peace
In the order
Before us
But challenging each
Single gap
In its fortress
And figuring out
Institutionally
We could make it all work for us
In harmony
Or until
We could see
Maybe there in between
Us together
Somehow
It just wasn’t
The means
Michael Marchese Sep 2020
Kind of funny
How one day
This person you’re with
Could be there
And the next
Doesn’t seem to exist
Reminiscing
On each second since
We first kissed
And revisiting it
Is futile
To resist
But I try nonetheless
To make memories fond
Not deny
That we did possess
Some form of bond
But the what-if remains,
The mistakes go unmade
And I punish myself
In oblivion’s fade
Michael Marchese Jun 2022
I’m thrashing
And moshing
And flailing around
On my blades
Like a stray
Rabid dog in a pound
Like I’m not in control
Of my feet on the ground
And I hammer it down
A clenched fist
Of the left
And deflect
Away bullets
Still visiting death
Upon youth of the nation
Our future,
Our pride,
And I silently roar out
The anger inside
Let the wind in my eyes
Hide the liquidized
Pain
And then bang on the drums
In my
Morning migraine
All the while
My cardiac
Under arrest
I refuse to take rest
Until this is expressed
So let muses
And Titans
And furies
Converge
And confer
Upon me
Metal gods
To secure
Today’s victory,
Triumph,
Prevail over all
For henceforth
And forever
The empires fall
Wherein once
Harmony
Reigned from the skies
Now pollution
A gas mask
A plastic disguise
Is infusing its fumes
With our doom and gloom
Suicide
Michael Marchese Jan 2023
Never forget
There’s an ocean
Around us
Through logic
And reason
Its meaning
Confounds us
Unbound
Although wound up
In threads
And unwoven
Awoken
It speaks in our heads
Yet it tethers
Connects
And continues
To carry
Reminds us
That wisdom
Is simply be wary
Apparent to you
Could to others
Be barren
Yet wearing this
Gallant
Medallion
We earn
Is but shade to the shadow
To which we return
Michael Marchese Jul 2024
Moments eternalize
There in your eyes
And I crystallize
Memories
Nemeses
Vie
For a seat at the table
A place in the stable
And I am still willing
To gladly
Disable
My sought after
Loveless
Redemption’s
Return
To companionship’s
Rift abyss
Feelings confirmed
In the actions and words
Undeterred
Unreserved
Until my
Hope to die
Guilty sentence is served
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
I lay down my arms and I take up the sword
Spill my enemies' blood
With each peace treaty word
And a horde forged in flame
Of my metalcore gore
Counting bodies like sheep
I'm the ubermensch wolf
To both lion and mouse
I am venomous truth
And my frigid veins boil
Like seas that I spill
As volcanic eruptions
From chlorophyll quills
Porcupin' the punch
With a nuclear panic
A blast of the past
And a shot of satanic
As I put the cult
In this counterfeit culture
Of fake dollar bills
To an early sepulcher
Cruella de vils
They can keep their fur coats
And 12 karat divorces
I'll burn down their mansions
In wars of resources
As I share the forces
Of diamond forevers
Unbound by the chains
Of the ego it severs
I'll fight on forever
As one stoic man
Though together we'd rise
From divisions of land
And these failed system states
Of the union behind
Broken laws and disorders
Of less than divine
Than mortality's infinite
Knowledge design
But the key to the gates
Will be lost for all time
If the cost of salvation
Keeps robbing you blind
And eternity's borders
Are those of the mind
Michael Marchese Jun 2020
You’ll never accept me
For what I am
Known
Just a eurocentricity
Cultural throne
But I want you to know
I am more
Than the gods
Want you to
Feel me in you
As Xenu applauds
An ovation
Of oration’s
Mighty decry
I am all of the people
Who lean to my side
Walking in
Like a chimp
With my body guards
Swift
But the lift I will take you down
Is the adrift
And amidst it in bliss
Is the twist
Of my midst
And the armistice drums
To the pigs I resist
And I spit
With the tumult
Of tumbling tomes
And I get with
The weirdly floating
Alien drones
Probing deep in my synapses
Making me weep
I am weak
But I know
How to powerfully speak
As I reap the unsleeping
Too restless to jest
How they think me beneath them
Until I undress
A free press
Of my crime
And I shove it inside
Till she screams and she cries
I would see you alive
Before I ever died
And beyond space and time
She abides as my bride
But beside me is all
I would give
To relive
Younger me
As he flees from
Eternal despair
From the already dead
Kind of kid
He saw there
Was too much
For them both
Ever hoping
Could work
And it ends as they both
In the distances
Lurk
And don’t know one another’s
Performance of smoke
But the he or she being
Is me nonetheless
And I’d burn it all down
Just to look to the sky
See it all with my eye
And beside you just die
I am my
Everything
Could be better
With me
At the helm of my destiny
Sovereignty scheme
And I deem
The beneath me
With patience and just
Equity
In the voices I’ve hushed
And just crushed,
With the chrome
Coated-bone
Of contention I have
With some Rome palindrome
That you think
Is the backwards
Same forwarding me
But I know you want more
Than some guy by the sea
I was sun’s barely risen
And soon setting free
Us back off again,
Once again,
Journeying on
To discover the parts
Of ourselves
We want gone
To return to the other‘s
Uncovered
New lover
And share in its past goodbyes
Lessons
I suffer
Michael Marchese May 2019
Not blind,
But perhaps
Blind ambition became
The undoing for which
We remember their name
The ones who inspired,
Commanded great legions
But made far more graves
Than they ever made
Freedmen
With exploits of legend
Like food for the masses
And earth could be heaven’s
Equivalent rations
But flags they were wrapped in
Were packaged for sale
And utopian dreams
Weren't drawn to full scale
Only drawn to the power
Corrupting ideals
And then gone in the flames
Was the heart that it steels
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
The price would be more
Than a thousand word cost
To not paint the picture
Of paradise lost
Yet drawing the portrait's
Most ugly complexion
Erases the face's
Most vibrant reflection
So care must be taken
For how you will choose
To make a new world
Of all colors and hues
Michael Marchese May 2018
Young shielded dove
Adorned in armor
Know your limits
You have flaws
You are mortal
You break laws
Imperfectly impermanent
You can not change the world
Just raise it on your shoulders
While you’re standing in the Underworld
Amongst the fallen soldiers
Just an Atlas Mountain boy
Conflicting with Olympus gods again
To reinstate the void
And burnin’ money like it’s nothin’
But the paper vapors puffin’
Chillin’ like a battle droid
‘Cuz all the Marvel war machines
Have all the DC jobs destroyed
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
Makes us human
Not machine
Compels us to
Laugh at obscene
Without the instinct
Speciation
Specious,
Merely
Speculation
Artifice intelligence
The origin itself
Distorted
Only intuitions
Sort it
Out
For we are more
Conformed to flout
The mechanistic
Too simplistic
Logic
Carbon  
Organisms
In a rhythmic
River of
Consistent flow
Step in,
Step out
And then you know
This life anew
Not quite
A circle
Its dynamics
Sempiternal
Based on the philosophical position coined by Bergson
Michael Marchese May 2020
The gangs are the left
I’m the master suspicion
She’s not coming back
Not a star
To be wishin’
Upon
So go fish
For a dish in the kitchen
Soups on
And the homeless
Are worlds away
Hoping
Soon all be revealed
As the kid
Interloping
Some empath,
A scribe,
Messenger
In his stride
Impish his
Disposition
The Pacific
In his glide
And his mind
Is awhirl
Wind divining
Declining
Empire
Design
For the architect’s
Shape-scaping
Wasteland of mine
But the tribe
Is his center
His entryway to
Centuries
Of rich heritage,
Culture,
And food
Michael Marchese Jun 2024
Reap the rewards
Of my sacrifice
Waning
With mastery over
The death I was
Draining
My lack of condolences
For the deceased  
For the filter feeds
Bottom feeds
Newsfeeds
A feast
Not the least bit concerned
With who lives
And who dies
It’s just malice and madness
That sells
And belies
We’re all smiles and gladness
But something inside
In its torturous torment
So tacitly writhes
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
What is home anymore
To the dust in the wind
How can I come back
From the places I've been
I tumble through deserts
And cross empty streets
As they carry my streams
To a sea of deceits
I'm adrifting in time
As I thirst to learn how
I can distance myself
From the one I am now
Just some kid on a quest
To be more than a man
At the dead end of job
And retirement plan
But what destination
Could finally free
My spirit imprisoned
In reality
Michael Marchese Jan 2024
Am I actually sleeping
Or resting assured
Am I truly at peace
Or some sort of unmoored
Don’t know nothing about me
Just how I would feel
If I left her without me
The rest is unreal
Now I’m too deep
Too far
To turn back
Even if
Shades of solitude
Often too
Hard to resist
But still vastly outweighing
My thrive in the dark
Is my strive
To undauntedly
Follow my heart  
And dispose of the key
That once locked it away
And get used to the growing old
Life
Day by day
Michael Marchese Nov 2020
Demons and drudgery
Goblin skullduggery
Monday curmudgeonly
Wake to dismay
Have to wait
For another weekend
To complain
To carouse
And impart
What I can not explain
In a text
To the me
Reading back
In the future
When I loop it back
Like a needle thread suture
To mend open wounds
And remind me of times
I was still bleeding out
These palliative rhymes
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Put me through miles
Of tortuous trials
All while the torturous
Boredom beguiles
Me spending it
Pending
My breakthrough’s
Approval
Potential is fading
In tandem with youthful
Refusal to sit back
And idly by
Just observe and report
The cloud forms in the sky
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
Something takes hold when moon replaces sun
Its rise above the night heralds the beast I will become
A slave to her beauty, servant to her will
Dehumanizing more and more with every man I ****
Pain can not be measured as the wolf takes its form
By razor sharp claw, the garments are torn
Bone twists, muscle expands, and senses ignite
The transformation ends when I bathe in her light
Between man and beast I have now crossed a border
On all fours I cry out , begging for her order
Carried by the winds, sweet smell of flesh blows
Tantalizing it slithers, just under the nose
I follow the scent through dark-wooded forest
Deep in the distance the howls are chorused
When at long last I come upon a campsite of men
I lick my lips in hunger, and make my move then
After the screaming, the blood and the fear
There is nothing else left, no sign of life here
It’s all over now and I leave this place
But standing before me, in front of my face
Is a beaten, scarred man, taking aim with his gun
He wreaks of sheer terror but still does not run
An instinctive leap precedes a blast of red fire
The silver mass cold, yet hot as a pyre
A bite to his neck is all I can muster
The last thing I see is my maiden’s white luster
This monster inside, to new host is shifted
Released from my torment, the curse is now lifted
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
The anti-social socialist
Rebelling in my cavernous
Passive aggressive pessimistic
Bottomless abysmal bliss
An optimist illusionist
As broken as a communistic
Idealistic nihilist
Persistent in my will to power
All these people coexist
The movement moves at zero hour
Time is of the essences
And fruits of labor, rather sour
When the truth can be dismissed
For stories far more humanist
So I include some sudden twists
And spin it like a columnist
Then spit it like a Bolshevik
To kick this ***** like old dog tricks
I’m king of the empiricist
Globe-trottin’ like a colonist
Until I conquer all of this
My omniversal alias
Shall be the metaphysicist
Michael Marchese Aug 2020
Chase the next high
I just drag out the time
And reply
Perhaps less
Than the next average guy
Mystified
By external
Infernal
Contraptions
Enraptured
The dread in my head
Or the sideline distraction
I’ve mastered
Attractions
But not what the urge
Keeps insisting I do
To distinctly
Diverge
From instinctively
Acting
It out
Or believing
That someday far from it
Again
I’ll be fleeing
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
We liked to start pyres
And dance with the devil
Conspired to sire
Empires to level
We reveled in vices
Incited deceit
Then delighted in slaughter
Without eating meat
For the sheeple beneath us
Did not understand
How our black magic covenant
Did not demand
Some occult loyal following,
Supplicants bowed
To society’s
Just be a face in the crowd
Looking back
In judgmental
Disdain
For our kind
Liberated
We watched
As the rest of them died
In our most wicked rendezvous
Learning to fly
We devised evil plans
Of dispelling the norms
We divined how to conjure up
Energy storms
But were still good together
Not hurting a soul
Save the two we had long ago
More or less
Sold
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
There must be an enemy
Plotting against me
Conspiring and scheming
To soon enough end me
And everywhere villains
Would see me defeated
Destroy any trace
Of my lifetime completely
Delete me from real and imagined
Dimensions
Or maybe their wicked
Malicious intentions
Are simply the product
Of my own inventions
Michael Marchese Sep 2022
Saw the world
Perfect
This money’s not worth it
I swear it
Existed
Immediately
But beyond
Panoramas
Interminably
Conflict looms
To disturb,
To unbalance,
Perturb
Should we seal ourselves off
And kick fixes to curb
Such delusional
Fantasy
Fallacies
Cannot be
Anything more
Than alternative sanity
Michael Marchese Jun 2021
In the morning dread darkness
A comforting calm
Before storms of distress
Offers no sort of balm
To the overload mental
Disorders dismembered
On different directions
I’m pulled and outstretched
A laborious task master
Taxing unrest
Is the only force
Carrying on
To conclusion
To do it
Or just give it up
The illusion
I’m actually qualified,
Capable,
Savvy
With info wars waging
My piece of the happy
Michael Marchese Sep 2020
How many times do I have to say it
Your very first breath
Was a form
Of enslavement  
Not to me
Certainly
Who would do that?
You of course
Don’t submit
To some other guy’s
Chat
Just my splat
Not again
It was sooner
Dependent
On any first girl
In the clime
Who was willing
To aid
In the world order crime
And unto has bade
The injustice of mine
Michael Marchese Apr 2023
Peace is of puzzles
All scattered
Before me
When war
Was more formerly
Stories
To bore me
And poor getting poorer
The norm
Uncontested
Made sense
But incensed
Nonetheless
We’ve invested
A fortune
Of favors
Engraved
In our labors
Subjected,
Subtracted,
Enslaved
By day traders
Invaders
Advance
From each angle
Except
When the mangled,
Star-spangled reign
Steps to the left
Because then there’s the problem
We solve them
Unarmed
And we educate,
Raise them
To raze
The alarm
Should its nightmarish
Blaring
Scaremongers
Come knocking,
Its gun-cocking,
Crack-rocking,
Lawbreakers
Mocking
The locked
Ballot box,
The tik-toks,
The youth lost
Yet to feed them
Spare change
Is all that it would cost
Michael Marchese Aug 2021
Ensnare with my arrogant hair
Barren gorgons
And arid wastelands,
Robber barons,
And Mormons
Alike
And still stormin’
The shores,
Waging wars
Then awaiting the swarm in...
Ignoring the warnings,
Invade any brain draining
Third world conforming
To get back on track,
On the road,
To the beacon
The opportune nest,
Restive garden of Eden
Distribute it evenly,
Plunder its troves,
Then enrichment,
Conscripting
Its voters in droves
I convince the invincible
Youth to support us,
And bury the gentry
Who choose to abort us
Beneath what their legacy
Formerly claimed
A hegemony over
The soldiers enchained
‘Gotta cavalry charge
Of the labor force
Horses
And infantry drones
Who have grown so remorseless
So prone to divorces
Their arguments formed
In a silence’s moment
When omens of showmans
Class clash
Is the act
I remind the fine-diners
Of how to react
To the change
They don’t want
To result from the bill
Like hypocrisy
Eats,
But can’t stomach the ****
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
You think you have talent,
Uniqueness,
A gift
An instinctive
Distinct
Perspicacious skill with
What so few have made living
An art form reform
When they couldn’t conform
To the unwritten norm
For you’re born in a system
Demanding you work
But in love with a world
That inspires this quirk
Yet requires you keep it
Concealed and repressed
And you can’t pay for food
By describing depressed
Maybe meet someone special,
Who tries to relate
But however wholeheartedly
Fails to equate
What this practiced,
Precocious,
Essential component
That constitutes genuine you
In the moment
Is saying,
Conveying
With their still delaying
To find the right words
To recite as you’re laying
In rest
For the rest of eternity
Was
Just absurdly,
Assuredly
Lacking because
Funny how
The pinnacles
Of civilized
Could circumcise
And always find a reason
To make endless warring
Justified
Michael Marchese Dec 2023
****** expressions
And micro-aggressions
Connections,
Perceptions
And lasting impressions
Still can’t comprehensively
Summarize
Talk
Just communicate
What we
So seemingly
Sought
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
This country’s just a neoliberal economic
Republic imperial fitty-state hill
Where the rebels take shots ‘atch’yuh
Heavens on top uh yuh
Fox Ford Fiesta’s
Sell freedom to swastikas
Then let ‘em know
Where the Pokémon go
That the Zilla God rose
From the frozen shadows
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
What does it all matter
Religion and science
The future is now
And the gods are behind us
Reminding us where we let
Faith conquer fact
And believed only some higher powers impact the track record of humans in union
Just Trumans in ruins
Betrayed constitutions
And freedom illusions
In each revolution

Until at the grass roots we grow a new movement
To rise up and wake up the slumbering giants
The common man’s struggle to topple the tyrants, we’ve done it with violence, but never with silence
But in reconciling the ghosts of our past
With the differences in all the shadows they caste
We can iconoclast the plastic misconception
That all of our saviors need win an election
To bail out oppression with jail cell detention
And hush any mention of selfless expression

When bullets are ballots and money is mallets, then liberty’s truth is injustice for all
We can fall to our knees and praise be to a wall
Or measure the magic in this crystal ball
If we keep seeing fortunes and fame
On the brain, then the lions we tame will in vain take the blame
And all of us lose the food chain waiting game
As I share my Thomas Paine going insane
Michael Marchese Sep 2020
It’s the fact
That I still even laugh
I’m assured
At the end of my rope
I have not yet endured
Unobscured by false hope
And allured by despair
Grown inured to rock bottom’s
Idyllic nowhere
Seen it clear
As I know you still know
That I care
That the soul consciousness
Of the universe
Pales
In comparison to
What the two of us had
For I still read it gladly
As you see me sad
Think me mad do you,
Well,
Maybe unwell at best,
And at worst
Still alive
As the day that she left
Michael Marchese Jan 2023
Panicking
Panicking
Vanishing
Sanity
What would I do if she notices
Manic me
Banding together
With dissociation
Untethered
And severed from
All limitation
Though wandering aimlessly
Fathomless depths
Recollecting the cost
Of my countless regrets
In a frenzy
Frenetic
Warp portal
Distortion
Awoken
And dreaming
Without
Disproportion
Beyond
What this vessel
Could ever contain
Unrestrained,
Scatterbrained,
Cogitation
Unchained
Woe upon knowing
It goes without saying
The solace one feels
As if piously praying
Must sway us from
Wasting away
In our disarray
Wallowing
Following
Death to its
Darkest day
At its doorstep
Bereft
Nothing is left
What a mess
Have I kept
Unexpressed
For too long
Have repressed its inherent
Outspokenness song
And so this is my thing
My belongings
All packed
And unpacked
For the world to see
Living for
High by night
Writing
Serenity
Michael Marchese Jan 2023
We don’t know
What makes it
Gives way
To its presence
What manifests
Consciousness
Anyone’s guesses
But please rest assured
Inconclusive is bliss
I suspect
And expect
That the answer to this
Would be nigh on
Inscrutable,
Vexing,
Immutable
Mystery boxes
Whose contents
Unusable
Lose your mind trying,
Go mad with despair,
Clawing frenziedly,
Frantically
Rip out your hair
But your scalp
And your skull
And the null void within
Won’t reveal
Either still
How it makes the head spin
So give in
To the severance
From its
Malevolence
Join me apart
From its self-indulge
Edifice
Michael Marchese Aug 2021
Did you really think
Making it
Finding it
Easy
Just comes to you naturally
Gifted from god
But remember
You’re out here
Exposing the fraud
Not applauding the fake
Till you make it
Free trade
See right through
The duplicitous
Profit charade
Under guises
Devising
Their statement of mission
Proselytization
New world
Imposition
Of ordered
Conforming
Adhere
And obey
I remain the untamed
Feral dog day
Astray
Michael Marchese Jul 2018
Figuratively
I’d like to believe
But realistically speaking
Don’t wish to deceive
You with what I have been through
Confusing serenity’s faith
In repose
With the blame I assign to
My deity woes
With which all of the fallible
Gods I expose
To Elysiums painted
In war-shaded rose
For its in graceless minds,
Wicked hearts they take shape
And give form to the genocide, arson and ****
Growing fat on the spoils of fate
And the prayers
Of the hunger still searching through scraps
For fair shares
Michael Marchese Oct 2017
Prophet of lightning
Herald of gods
As the master of self
Tell me, what are your flaws?
Do you lurk in the shadows
And follow their steps?
Do you dwell on the twilight
Of leadership’s depths?
For as wise as you are
And as perfect a writer
The language of love
You have yet to decipher
It seems that in willing to power
You fail
To envision the overlord
Drawn to full scale
Perhaps not in your image
Or by your own hand
Can these creatures be made
The superior man
When their fate is extinction
Though not yet condemned
Are all your disciples
Who walk among them
To live and to grow
To be free and to choose
To triumph with pride
And to learn how to lose
As they fall from the grace
Of the bliss of belief
To share in eternal’s
Recurring motif
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Strengthened by our family ties
Yet wrapped-up in the week
Despite our peachy states of mind
Tomorrow looked like rain
Treading in the floodwaters
Of one more hurricane

Yet we serve to feel their pain
And share it as a team
For divided we will fall
But together we will rise
Beyond the tempests of ourselves
To clarify the skies

From the blue and grey disguise
Behind the clouds we hid the sun
Shining through the open doors
To meet their needs we must restore
The broken home communications
Starting at the corps

Lest we forget that we're the tide
The constant force of change
We ebb and flow in harmony
Or crash upon the sand
No disasters come between us
Or the oceans that we've spanned

And I have been at your command
To guide you through the storm
A drifting captain's leadership
Found purpose in his crew
The cargo beating in my heart
That ever carries on for you
Michael Marchese Jul 2018
Limited by
Writing just for the sake of it
Struggle to find
Any sense I could make of it
Life seems to be
Just to be
Mystery
So perplexingly
Mystifies me
Just to see
What becomes of the moon and the stars
And the sea
Without humans to name them
To reach out and claim them
Like gods who condemn them
To time and space wasteland
Trapped in this
Continuum
The time it takes
To come undone
To disassemble
Incremental
Steps
To make it all connect
Trajectory
Made linear
More easily
To redirect
The wayward
Stream of conscious
Wanders
From
What it
So blithely squanders
Michael Marchese May 2020
We all want more
No idea
What to do with it
You people
Are crafty
Got deals
To attract me
Entrap
Not exactly
I’ll hear you out
Gladly
But sadly
Not buying
A stay here today
Million ways
You can say
Don’t delay
Getaway
That my family
My time
Is most precious in life
Overestimate
What I would do
For my wife
But if dollars
And cents
Don’t add up
In equations
I’m sorry
I don’t in fact
Need a vacation
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