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Michael Marchese Apr 2017
Prometheus ignites to spark this
Molotov to make his Marxist
On swine Fuhrer's Faux News tweet
Hashtag it #GorbachevWallStreet
'Cuz Putin's puppet Pinochet's
Whipped Creme de Kremlin's CIA  
From JFK to Allende
Like Russian roulette ricochet
I'll Trotsky through McCarthy's brains
Leave slain these ****** sugar Keynes   
Discred' the Fed’s six-figureheads
With strikes at dawn more red than Debs  
Still breakin' breads with Mulan Bouges
Makin' men of Khmer Stooges
Seein’ Rouge when Al Spans Greens
Potemkin loan wolf ponzi schemes
Who count the sheep like Philippines
Then Black Pearl Harbor GRANMA’s dreams...

Of Marilyn Monroes in store
Just off-shore ****** who **** the poor
A Glass of Steagall's broken trust
Half emptier than bowls of dust
In rust beltways still spewin’ fumes
As factories become Khartoums
No carbon footprint tax the hint
Of Amazon decays in Flint
Just pop the caps and drown in debt
Like Kent State drinkin' to forget
That cuttin’ class engenders race
Leaves glory, gold and God's disgrace
To slaughter Moor than Reconquista  
From Marti to Sandinista     
With Zapata sharin’ crops  
Till my Mexica heartbeat stops

I'm Pancho infiltratin’ villas
The Magilla of guerillas
In the midst of Congolese  
Same colonies, just different thieves
To me, my breed’s of landless deeds
So how you like ‘dem Appleseeds?
FReeducatin’ caves of youth
Fed Citizen’s United Fruit
‘Cuz now my open eye of Horus
Battle cries Grito de Lares
Che is centered in these veins
So my Ashoka takes the reigns
These Iron paci-Fists pack hits
Like Jimi on some Malcolm ****
Still Hajj mirages I barrage
The Raj with sheer Cong camouflage

Deployin' Sepoys on viceroys
And pol desPots’ in the employs
Of Tweedledums who run the slums
With country clubs of loaded guns
These Betsy Deez bear arms to school
Till no kids fly kites in Kabul
So gas-mask your Sharia flaw
I'll Genghis Khan Sheikoun it raw  
'Cuz refugees are rising
And we're anti-socializing
Subsidizing private party plans
Who take commands from ***** hands
These grand old klans coup klux control
Your diamond minds with mines of coal
An oil Standardized existence
Solar powers my resistance

******* sun of Liberty  
My fear itself is history  
Rewriting wrongs of Leo’s creed
In culture’s blood and vulture’s greed
An alt-right/all-white cockpile   
Stockpilin' human capital
In tricklin’ contests over spoils
Of the cotton-ceded soils
Jingos chained to Cruci-fictions
Swallowin' good Christian dictions
I spit Spanish Inquisition
Trippin' Socrates sedition
Droppin' Oppen's fission quest
For "now I am become death"
'Cuz G-bay pigs in-Fidel's sites
Flew U-2's into my last rights

These Saddamites, I smite Assad
Then spread 'em like Islamabad
Convert for-profit prison tsars
From Escobars to Bolivars 
Like currency in Venezuela
Current police-state favela
Where 9/10th's of your possession's
Worth less than your Great Depression’s
Upscale bail ‘em outs of jail
With Dodd-Frank banks too big to fail
Your FDA-approved psychosis
From Campos’ daily dose of
More defense? Here’s my two cents
These slave wages ain’t excrements
So just say no to Reaganomics    
Got us hooked, but not on phonics

Just that Noriega strain
Of Contras stackin' crack contain
Like MAD dogs who trade weapons-grades  
For Ayatollah hate tirades
On “don’t ask, don’t tell” plague ebonics
Drug crusAID Jim Crow narcotics     
Warsaw rats injected, tested,
Quarantined, and then arrested
Guess the J. Arbenz' lens
Still Tet offends their ethnic cleanse
Still Wounding Knees of Standing Sioux
Till Crazy Horses stampede you   
For Mother Nature’s common ground
My Martin Luther’s gather ‘round
Is hellbound sounds of Nero’s crown  
Let's burn this Third World Reichstag down

Vox populyin’ to remove ‘ya
Like Lumumba then Nkrumah
So some Pumbaa kleptocrat
Declares himself the next Sadat
To hide supply-side Apartheid
Increase demand for genocide
So check your factions in Uganda  
Tune into Hotel Rwanda
Come play pirates with Somalis
Then desert ‘em like Benghazis
Thirst for blood so French Algiers  
It boils mine in Trails of Tears  
My destiny unManifest-
Oppressive Adam-Smitten West
So pay your overdues to Mao
I’ll Mussolini Chairman Dow

Then flood this 9th ward Watergate
With killing fields of glyphosate
I'll redistribute IMF’s
With Left so deft you’d think it’s theft
I’ll My Lai massacre these lines
With sweet Satsuma samurhymes
I'll make these Madoff Hitlers squeal
With that Bastille New Deal cold steel
Now feel that Shining Pathos wrath
Drop Nagasaki aftermath
On Nanjing kings and dragon’s Diems
With ****** bodhisattva zens
To show you how I pledge allegiance
With razed flags still rapt in Jesus  
Laosy liars pogrom psalms
Can’t Uncle Phnom my Penh’s truth bombs

On heroes shootin' ******
My fix is un-American
Tiananmen democracies
To Syngman Rhee hypocrisies  
Theocracies drive me Hussein
With Bush league’s mass destruction claim
So I dig laissez pharaohs graves
With pyramids of Abu Ghraibs
Then nail their coffers closed like Vlad
I AM THE GHOST OF STALINGRAD
My hammer forged in winters past
My sickle reaps the shadows caste
By pantheons of penta-cons
Whose Exxons lead to autobahns
When liberal Arts of War and Peace in
Free speech teach my voice of treason
“Fascism will come to America wrapped in a flag and carrying a cross”
-Sinclair Lewis
Michael Marchese Apr 2020
Don’t do it
For photo ops
Drops in the ocean
Of countries landlocked
In a box
Of emotionless
No self-promotion
Is known to this
Hopelessness
Open for business
But closed
To its promises
No profit-motive
Enriches this soil
A child with food
Shoes
And school books
Is spoiled
Yet toils still
Tilling
The barren waste
Rills
Cicatrizing the surface,
Eroding the hills
The foreboding,
Foreshadows,
Forecast
Upon vast
Splitting cracks
In an earth
Disappearing
Too fast
In the hazy horizon
Night tempest’s
Caprice
In precipitous
Rage
Ways of keeping
The peace
An itinerant,
Transient
Seeking
Enlightenment
Sees not the paving
Of slaves
In its bright intent
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Born of Gaia's womb
    an Olympus beholder
Forsaken by Zeus
   fatherless, growing older
Promethean flame
   of mortality colder
Like Atlas I've carried
   the world on each shoulder
Condemned to the weight
   of my Sisyphus boulder
A Minotaur slaying
   Medusa's gaze holder
Lion amongst men
   an Achilles heel soldier
For argonaut strive
   makes my fleece all the golder
As Icarus pride
   razes my wings to smolder
Beneath Helios
   I will shine all the bolder  
Releasing my mind
   from Pandora's enclosure
And Tartarus pits
   of my Hades exposure
No shears of Fates sever
   my heartstrings' disclosure
Andromeda bound
   by the promise I told her
In fields of Elysian
   once more I shall hold her
Michael Marchese Nov 2022
Working on
Working you in
To my life
So ineffably grateful
For you in my night
Come alight
The way forward
Evoke me bemused
You’ve renewed
My tomorrow
And heightened the mood
Still I brood
In the belfries,
The gallows,
The hole
And I barren wasteland
What remains of my soul
But I told you
You meant to me
More than goodbye,
Than the most divine
Acid high
Shapes in the sky
More than birds without wings
Could aspire to fly
It’s a little bit more like
Could happily die
Michael Marchese Nov 2023
Staunchly the vanguard
Far flung is my beachhead
And only the sirens
Have sung of my weakness
And lonely horizons
As distant as memories
Unparalleled
In bestowing serenities
Woe and beholding
Idyllic illusion
All coming to ruin
As foolish delusion
Intrusion deep into
My psyche sanctorum
Fixated on finding
My place in the forum
Beside the belied
Circumscribed
Happenstance
But encounters as resonant
Subject to chance
And entranced
Unperturbed
Or intrigued
I’m romanced
Just as easy as wind
Finds its way through the world
Just as natural
As any boy
Talks to a girl
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
Then I wrote you this text
After days
It feels waiting
The what is she doing
To my contemplating
And now it is later
And later
Creating
I’m just
Cosmic dust
And I rust
In her fading
Michael Marchese Oct 2018
I pose as this person by day
Who admits
To the others, his brothers
No god he submits
To more regal in splendor
More real in its form
More unruly enraged in
Its wrath firestorm
None its equal in might
Of life-giving aflame
The sol only creator
False prophets disclaim
But in vain is my quest
To convince them or dare
For with all of their deities
Mine gladly shares
Its irrefutable
Undisputed dominion
Across the sky realms
Of religious opinion
And sets upon Earth
With its mercy in tow
Reappearing each day
As its progeny grows
To discover the omniscient
Secrets it frequents
In flight, alight bright
Until someday, we reach it
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
I spend so much time
At war in my head
I often forget
To bury the dead
Join forces with yours
To end the bloodshed
No need to bear arms
When there's peace to be spread
You think I’m unaffected
Disinfected from the plague
But I grow sicker
As we wither
And they bicker
In The Hague
So don’t mistake this
For indifference
Won’t enlist
In their campaign
Of genocide
And Bidenomics
And its proxy war
Ukraine
So keep decrying its inflation
Boast its by
The numbers game
I’d rather focus on
The ones who
Inhumanely
Test its aim
So don’t disown me
If I only
See an arsenal arrayed,
Object to pay
To play a role in its
Unjustified
Crusade
Michael Marchese Jul 2018
The ramshackle palisade walls
Still suggest
There are some on the outside
Still living with less
To be landless, condemned
Not an ox to your name
Not a patch of earth
Your ******* sons could lay claim
To an ounce of the harvest’s
Collectivized hunger
No sickle to stay
The red-handed warmonger
Just fireside chats
With the privileged elite
Of the mechanized master’s
Mass graves of deceit
Still replete with the power
The lions don’t dare
Cede enough to hyenas
To seize their fair share
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Unheeded the warning
To not take to leading
An empire fleeting
Succeeded in meeting
A global trade quota
In breeding consumers
Like coca and cola
Place orders for new world
Disorderlies
Bordering
Neighbors in anger
Like free-raiding slavers
The ones who engrave
Condemnations
On strangers
Enflaming the tensions
Like Union secessions
Reclaiming your pensions
Like dispossessed peasants
Then pleasantly selling you
Greater Depressions
Inflating the price
Of each stock
Market crashed
As they’re harkening back
To the Gilded Age past
Mistakes made
By the master class
Fascist gas mask
Clasping racist ace cards
In their draft-dodging grasp
And enrapturing masses
Like pastors on acid
As faster the natural disasters
Leave gasping
The aftermath zeros
To sift through the trash heap
As scraps keep providing them
Something to eat
And that “just so it” psyche
No shoes on their feet
To compete in a race
To the top
Of the bottom
To watch it all topple
Like Hillary Rodham
Back down to this limitless growth
Swinging rope
And a hope and change slogan
In some brighter future
Where data-brain-drainers
Collude with polluters
And looters
To root out the suitable
Next active shooter
As losers keep playing
To win
Movin’ in
To the city
Of opportune sin
Get some skin in the game
Make a name
For your lack of fame
Minimum wage
And escape from the cage
That was sub-standard living
Conditions before
The New World Bank
Salvation
Uplifted the poor
With more freedom to choose
Than a grocery store
How to rot the core
Of this for-prophet war
Against forces that still
“Have-not”
Settled the score
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
Inside there's a nomad who wearily wanders
A barren expanse of still thirsting for more
He delves into the depths of the deserts he ponders
To count every grain on his sands of time shore
Yet his grasp on reality's setting sun squanders
All hope to make Edens of his rotten core
“Too great is the grief of this world, and I have only one heart bud. How can I pour all the desert’s sand into an hourglass?
-Emperor Aurangzeb (1618-1707)
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
I roll with the tide
As I surf the uproar
Of conscious tsunamis
Caressing the shore
Ebbing to the depths to find
The oceans felt before
Are just as fleeting as the waves
Of long-forgotten lore
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
March in the streets
But I urge you beware
They’ll still butcher the sheep
With the arms that they bear
Private properteers part with
No slave cropper’s share
So this Northern aggression's
Like Freeman’s red scare  
All the colors of wind
Through the head-shavers’ hair
The Guevara adventures
These pigs wouldn’t D.A.R.E.
The Arabian knights
In the grand wizard’s lair
The denaturalized dreamer’s
Recurring nightmare
Of the Stalingrad ghost
Still witch-hunting like Blair
The projects to the precincts’
New modern welfare
The post-trauma disorderly’s
Empty screen stare
The savages they thought
Were waaaaayyyy over there
The debt clock ticky tock
In the heart of Times Square
The 1st world problem-children
Who commonwealth care
Because some barely EAT
And we’ve so much to spare
But these cowherds still like their calves
Medium rare
And the bulls try to sell you
Their laissez-faire snare
Till your trapped in a minimum cage’s
Last prayer
And the only escape
Is upgraded software
Like automaton autobahn’s
In disrepair
In this fascist facade’s
Fragrant breath of fresh air
Just as toxic as stocks
Of the mock billionaire
So I shock ‘em like Tesla’s
Bolt-action Voltaire
And I leave it to you
To go **** it out there
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
All weapons of
   the fates you've sealed
Are no match for
   this pen I wield
The power to
   articulate
Ticking rhyme bombs
   to detonate
The conflicts waged
   gambling mankind
My perfect hand
   is treaties signed
Hellbent hounds pray
  like dogs, I hunt
Frontline this notebook
  battlefront
With metaphors
  of mindless drones  
Like similes
  to brainwashed clones
Whose C4 booms
  and IED's
Can't build bridges
  like ABC's

Or tear them down
  with death regimes
By rusting through
  the war machines
Flamethrowin’ my
  verbal grenade
With ****** noun
  scorched-earth tirade  
On militant
  cold-blood elite
King cobras know
  I'm packing heat
Seeking missile
  resolution
Winged raptor
  devolution
Prehistoric
  barbarism
Literacy
  cataclysm
Stockpiling
  extinction bones
We're cavemen carving
  fallout stones

My Hiroshima
  prose explodes
With nuclear
  bushido codes
Released from my  
  katana's ward
To free my press
  from shogun lord
Oppressing haiku
  imagery  
And samurai
  epigraphy  
Expressions of
  my ronin soul
Omitted by
  the daimyo
Satsuma is my
  poetry    
My final draft's
  Nagasaki
  
Ink cartridges
  strapped 'round my neck
I print no charge
  or background check
And ****** every
  live round free
Of innocent
  blood elegy
And killing sprees
  of gunned-down news
Domestic violence
  black and blues
A Number 2
  pencil dependent
Obsolete
  lead-head amendment
Open carry
  shoots a blank
Empty shell case
  at my think tank
So grip this peace
  then **** and pull it
**** my diction
  write the bullet
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Vaporized
Nuclear skies
Dehumanized
Before your eyes
Let shadows stain
Your throne of lies
And downfall reigns
Fill your warhead
With haunting cries
Of burning dread
When no replies
Or tears are shed
For the melted, faceless dead
No peace is spread
No words revised
In treaties forcing all complies
Pledge to disarm
Then supersize
The god complex
Hellbent disguise
Is worn instead
As profits rise
For sycophantic
Suits and ties
The circling vultures' hunger fed
On stuffing pocket carnage prize
Then hollow carcass speech is read
And every empty promise said
Selling us this freedom guise
While purchasing our dark demise
And sharing it
With our allies
Until all cents of life is bled
At the expense of those who've pled
To end the violence
We devise
An age of terror we have led
As hate and fear in flesh embed
A fusion bomb
That greed has bred
The human race
Runs ever-red
Mankind erased
And in its stead
A fallout zone
Is our deathbed
Could be verge of all collapsing
On the brink of giving in
But when I get there
Weight is lifted
And the blissful can begin
And when I see it
Stand beside it
In bewildered
Awe-inspired
Is the restlessness
Of past transgressions
Finally retired
What transpired
Be it sordid
Or unfortunate
Or scary
Is diminished
To the minuscule
Minutiae  
That I bury
In the sand between my toes
The ebb and flows
The drift away
From all the gloom
Marooned again
Upon the solace shores I lay
Michael Marchese Apr 2020
Seeing old friends
With the ease
Of old times
In conversing
As seamless
As everything’s fine
Just like
We were kids again
Solace in laughter
Organic
Comes natural
The jesting,
The banter,
And see you soon’s
After
Michael Marchese Jul 2017
Cold settles down in the basement
Tornadoes of darkness engulfing the room
The black magic tricks have revealed all my secrets
As faint recollections of graveyards in bloom
For the gloom is a tomb ever-looming at noon
When I take to the skies to remind me of eyes
That could cut through the midnight
Of life like a knife
Digging into my veins where it offers respite

From the hellfire rage as it surges in vain
So alive with the pride of a lion untamed
But my lioness hides behind thinly-veiled lies
And knows not of the wild she's holding inside
Where as kings and as queens
We would build an empire
Atop where our bones
Fall asleep with desire

The child we'd bear as a cub would grow strong
It would stumble and hunger to show off its claws
But we'd teach it to humble its powerful jaws
And we'd raise it to mountains
We'd bathe it in rivers
We'd give it the world
And then watch as it withers

Together, connected the cycle of truth
Is the circle of life that falls prey to a web
Of the time-weaving spiders
That crawl in our head
And the space that divides us
In food pyramids
But we pharaohs unite us
Into myriads
Of prismatic perspective
Each soul is an artist
Each heart is a stroke
Of an inner-peace harpist
No God could evoke
With a chorus of angels
More pure and divine
Than the meaning of being
We humans define
Michael Marchese Oct 2020
Check your ego at the door
Your comfort zone is furthermore
Enclosed, exposed, yet still expands
Encompassing extensive spans
Of new frontier’s unsettled other
Realms you have yet to discover
Fresh perspectives, innovation
To the single mind equation
Questions previously asked
But answered by a silence masked
By you alone to dread exist
Confirming biases persist
The never wrong unchallenged me
So suddenly, thinks differently
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
One bad seed is all it takes
To rot the apple to its core
One bad egg, the dozen breaks
Before it even leaves the store
The hungry clean the mess this makes
And still they never ask for more  
Than one last supper's talking snakes
Which empty cups of all the *poor
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
The blood on the blade
The bullet, the bomb
The bank and the ballot
The book of Islam
Is my common man struggle
My herbicide’s noose
My ******’s masses
Producing like Zeus
The poor, huddled refuse
Of consumerist culture’s
Impoverished and hungry
Insatiable vulture’s
Malnourishment wage
In your minimum cage
Cold World War snow blanket’s
Free love hippy plague

Ragin’ back from the Dead
To bring Down the whole System
With stock market fallout zone’s
Mushroom cloud prism
The re-meducation
Ghost-mortem disorders
The doomsday rock addict
The crack in your borders
The anti-establishment
Savior to none
I am merely the plug
You should pull when you’re done
Lest I overload brainwaves
With overlord plans
Till your empires fall
Into my beggar’s hands
Michael Marchese Oct 2020
Almost got started
Priority-setting
But much more preferred
The spontaneous dreading
Each second it isn’t
According to plan
By how much I have learned
But still don’t understand
Everyone is so happy
In same day stagnation
Don’t dare deviate from the path
To salvation
Just wait
It gets better
Before ever worse
We can think and feel pain
It’s a gift not a curse
To be lonely
The only known creature
Aware
It is solely  
The lowliest
Medium rare
Michael Marchese Oct 2017
Locked in a cell block of human live stocks
You can stuff it with ballots or build it with blocs
But the freedom you dream of is just an
allusion
To Malthus preclusions foregoing infusions
Of classes and races and genders and creeds
And the wanting more needs that democracy breeds
When we re-elect greed so it regulates voice
And then blows out our brains as it propagates choice
In the form of a cycle of wage-enslaved debt
Still trickling down into your glass of forget to regret  
Politician magicians use sleight of hand theft
To empty both pockets, the right and the left
And campaign on the same cheaters running the game
Who off-shore account lion shares of the blame
For the blood as it leaks on the bills from the ceiling
Their crimes are 9/10ths of this court of appealing
Back door patrol dealing like pimps in a club
Made of rolling green Edens on Earth and above
Who deny us so much as a crumb of the cake
That we eat so much garbage it stops tasting fake
Michael Marchese May 2023
It’s rare
This breed
Of anti-social,
Cloaked in daggers
Draped in woeful
School begets the brain
But play
Recalibrates the mind
Array
Mine just the price
Is right
To sum
Keep searching for the one
My sun
Keep building,
Keep advancing
Aims
Keep reinforcing
Thesis claims
We came,
We saw,
We conquered
Earth
For better
And far even
Worse
A legacy
Of codices
Of cities
Built
On legalese
The eagle frees
And handcuff keys
And gleams its greed
Like shining seas
Michael Marchese Aug 2019
Rainy seasons never end
Just render me a sodden mess
Downtrodden in unrest distress
Yet sleepy and somnambulant
Have bent me to their will’s intent
To from this place I will egress

And seek to leave the rest behind
These people need me not to care
To pity, sympathize or share
The burdens bearing down upon
Their shoulders as they carry on
And wear their rags of proud despair

And there among them, take my place
Embrace a way of life without
Utopias I dreamt about
But still a form of paradise
Despite the lack of love for Christ
An alternate salvation route
Michael Marchese Jul 2017
Test my patience
Is a virtue
If you think
These words can't hurt you
Or subvert your bricks and thrones
To shallow caves of sticks and stones
And early graves of mogul masses
Unenlightened social classes
Cashing in the broadcaste system
Fearful fascist feudalism
Cataclysm communist
Red dead to rites of populist
We can't resist the terrorize
In refugees we demonize
So televise the violent crimes
And lionize the Frankensteins
Cuz' we all scream for Isis stream
To guillotine the fields of green  
The Vaccines are the influenza
FDA is salmonella
Poisoning the stomach bile
In the processed garbage aisle
As the vile needle kills
The blood which pours as rivers spills
Polluted by the politics
The very air we breathe is sick
Like respirating pits of tar
A pack of Marbs is all we are
On par with country clubs of pigs
Who sell us lies and oil rigs
And stuff the stockings up with coal
And change the climate of my soul
To winter's blight of coldest steel
Still rusting in this rage I feel
Then melting in the wildfire
Of the funeral empire
Rolling thunder power dice
Of life and gambling on its price
As they repeal and then erase
All knowledge of this human race
This time
It’s not unto death
I can give
Anything left of love
Of my life
Yet to live
If you don’t even like me
Can’t stand the mere
Sight of me
Push me away
Day by day
And by nightly
I’m once again grossly
Mischaracterized
As the guy
Still disguising himself
Suicide
Although I
Only wanted
You ever to hold
Onto me
If I truly
Enlivened your soul
And enamored your heart
And enraptured your mind
And enveloped your body
In mine intertwined
So if this isn’t it
Anymore
The dynamic
Just let the ensuing
Depression
Be manic
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
Don't know what I said
What I did
To deserve
Your disdain
Can't explain
Such ineffable
Pain
Upon seeing you clearly
No longer the same
Seem to feel
How you felt
Underneath the moon's wane
Beneath stars in the city light
Night sky
Aflame
With the feigning
Romancing, entrancing
Pretense
Of portentous affections
Just lust I suppose
Just a fickle slight ripple
Effect on our clothes
And our hands, and our skin,
And our lips, and our tongues,
And our ears to mellifluous
Pounding heart drums
Not the one of course
Just the first one
Whom I sung
Of in ages
My serenade marked
By the notes on these pages
And gave them all to you
In genuine tune
With the irony wry,
Hung to dry kind of mood
That you choose to undo
To eschew from embracing
I'm wasting away now
My steps, I'm retracing
To make sense of where
Apart paths got diverted
And blurted out, drunken confessions
Converted
You into this empathy-lacking
Remorseless
Contortionist
Bending my form maladies
To amorphousness
Black abyss, back to the bottle
Forgetting this
Ever occurred
In rejection emmured
Where I still do not know
What I did to deserve
Your disdain
Can't explain it
In words except pain
Michael Marchese Jul 2018
If I could simply overcome
Possessive nouns and vowel sounds
I would not need to study ******
Heavy lies’ beheaded crowns
But you make martyrs with your charter
School exclusive service sector
To systemically condemn me
To the destitution nectar
Of the corner story *****’s
Potential Cinderella caged in
The statistics of the mathematic
Overdose equation
Comatose’n like a Holy Ghost
Of tranquil ranking party skanks
Whose tanks plan out the projects
For the boys still shootin’ blanks
And then the slavers liberate
Some nation-state of god forsaken
Oil barons salivate
To taste the poison Apple’s stake in
Stock in stuffer markets takin’
All the products people makin’
Privatizing profit-docket lawless
Mother Nature rapin’
For some scarcity disparities
In wealth I can’t attain
You keep me feeding on the bottom
From the top, you make it rain
So as the brains continue drainin’
In amenity dependency
I tinker with the inner-machinations
Now the enemy
You’ve made me out to be you see
My generation’s future’s bleaker
Than the past in full HD
Michael Marchese May 2022
Valiant effort
Best attempt
Most often
Only yields
Lament
So I write again
Why try
To make some sense
Before we die
Regardless of how monumental
Were our triumphs
Or potential
All in time
Inconsequential
All will fade
Forgotten
Lost
No impact made
Equates the cost
Or justifies
A moment’s sorrow
Nor invigorates
Tomorrow  
Even if I wake
Begrudging
Walking dead
Dreadful curmudgeon  
Is what I’ll appear to be
Embrace the all-encompassed me
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
It seems that November has finally reached India
Chilly tonight in the vacant moonlight
It is home that I see in my faint memory
Of the tiger to be which is all that I dream
Anymore for the haziness here doesn’t phase me
‘Cuz nothing’s amazing except when it’s wavy
And all that I am is now lazy with smog
But I’m grinding through time like an old, rusty cog
So in helping them grow like a gardener of minds
Cultivating the youth that is mine in decline
Far behind is it gone and where once it stood thus
Is pollution and poison and ash clouds of dust
Just gun shots exploding in satellite skies
Contact languages have become my contact highs
I can still take a sip of the foamy fizz phony
But with every drop I feel more like bologna
On some kind of journey, a quest to be best
To be better than beast and be least of all blessed
Knowing my uses
Are few
Loosened
Nooses
Reclusive
At home
In the shadow
Seduces
Before I can even
But hope
To resist it
Commit to escaping
The paradigm
Shifted
Adrift
I’ve repeated it
Various ways
Rhymed astray
With another
Same ****
Different day
And replayed
All the worst case
Scenarios
Possible,
Plausible
Some
Imminently
Unstoppable
Come
Let me show you
The ones
Become real
And what’s left in the wake
Of the latest
Fate sealed
Nowhere you could go
That I won’t
Come and find you
Nowhere you could be
That I wouldn’t
Remind you
The time could go by
Without me there beside you
And I will still strive
To uncover
What hides you
Reside in your deepest
Recesses
And reach
Out to lift you up,
Strengthen you
When you feel
Weak
But we keep speaking over
Each other again
After vowing to not so
Discordantly end
The next argument,
Or the relationship
Sinking
In dreading,
Regretting
The what were we thinking
Michael Marchese Jul 2020
Is it pity
Or sympathy
Guiding your hand
Back to my  
Misery
In its sinking quicksand
Or do you really care
To befriend
A dead-end
Thinking back
To the could be
Alternatives
Penned
When you know
I won’t stop
Reminiscence
In entropy
Subtleties
Dreadfully
Retrospect’s
Revelry
In your serenity
Ne’er more elusive
Until my next inquiry’s
Far more intrusive
And you and I’s
Story
Remains inconclusive
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
Don’t know if I have it
The gift
I’m eclipsed
By the big picture
Shrouded in
Do I exist?
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
I’m aware I’m depressed
All too vividly so
Could describe it right now
But I doubt you would know
What it’s like
To be wholly
Consisted of woe
When you deal in the rest of your life
Absolutes
I see only the nevermore earth
It pollutes
When you subtly
Smother me
In my misfortune
I seek more of hunger’s
Diminutive portion
When all my hypocrisy
Leaves me exposed
I still seal it
And send it
In letters enclosed
In enveloping wallowing
In inequality
No justice, just
Guillotines to the policy
Peace
Is my least resist path
To the polity’s
Most extreme dream
Of utopian poverty
Calling me back
To the front once again
Where the trenches of mind
Can inspire the pen
To be brave for you
Soldiering on
For the cause,
For the left,
The young restless,
Eternal outlaws
Like an instinct
A feeling
To be more than man
So I guess, answer’s yes
I’m depressed
That I can
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
Maybe I’m trying too
hard
To mean something
Perhaps she is already gone
And me dumping
My paltry, pathetic,
Precipitous prose
Like a deluge of desperate
Upon a dead rose
Can’t dispose of her silent
Indifferent
Existence
Each moment
Eternal
Futile
Resistance  
In listlessness I must revert
To the written,
The only way I’ve
Ever understood
Smitten
With souls,
And personas,
And psyches,
And signs
With the auras exuding
True beauty’s
Confines
But with her it is more
Than an infatuation
With mere metaphysical
Intoxication
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
Fellow humans
We don’t like each other,
We aren’t all equal
We aren’t the same
Individual being
Of course,
That’s naive
But we gather,
Amass, and before us
We grieved
Even for
Other creatures
Pretending we leave
For salvation
So nothing to fear
Just as long as you never forget
We are here
We are now
We were there
We are how
It’s remembered,
Preserved
And appears
As the form
We accept
And from henceforth
Revere
Michael Marchese Feb 2022
Writing is soliloquy
Manifesting itself
Into forms
More discernible
To senses
Of other
Conscious beings
Constructs seemingly
Of meaning
Deemed linguistically
For sure
And it graffitis on the wall
It still installs you in the store
And in contemporary
Swarms
Of trending-bending
Social norms
It still discordantly
Offends
Impends the galvanizing
Storms
And be assured
It will preserve us
Rise to serve us
When we’re nervous
And reverberate
Eternally
To verbalize
Discursive
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
Oh how I thrive
In depression
Repression
In stressing each second
I feign this pretension
Anxiety, angst-driven
Dreading the selfless
Reflection
Is merely delusion
Of past intervention
Divine of some being-
Perhaps, beyond seeing
The infinite universe
Into it freeing
The essence of meaning
When all of it ceases
Materializing
Into the time creases
And all realizing
Ideally reprises
Its role as the sole
Individual guises
Unmaking me whole
Again,
Then, I describe it
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
Keep ‘em hungry, keep ‘em dumb
Keep ‘em silent, keep ‘em numb
Said the fascist to the master
Make each nun a smoking gun
And then the pastor preachin’ faster then
Said boy why don’t be shy
And then the actor’s ballot caster rolled
The fake news that you buy
With all your pay to playchecks next in line
The soup is gettin’ cold today
‘Cuz poverty’s the crime of every diamond Dozen dreamer with a dollar to their name
Unless they anglicized its meaning
And then made them wear the blame
A badge of shame like scarlet letters
Chained around their right to choose
How Lady Liberty presents herself
In multiethnic hues, or so we’re told and so we Hear, and so we’re taught to hate and fear, Then disappear the past like pastors
And the masters
And the fascist fake-newscasters
But the federal reserve should be the one we’re Goin’ after
Now what
To say
Let it go
Old and gray
Growing cold
Starts to feel
As if slipping away
Is the only way
Forward
Into the grave lowered
And lower
And lower
Seems like
What I told her
A failed attempt
Saving grace
Breaking heart’s
Closure
If this
What awaits
Complete silence
Creates
Just this void
Ever-widening rift
Inundates
My already beleaguered,
Besieged
Peace of mind
Intertwined
With there is no
Forgiveness
This time
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Bastion of progress
The citadel shines
In the morning sunrise
As our grandeur defines
What the rest of the world
Can aspire to reach
The example we set
Evermore we could seek
To establish,
Preserve,
For the future
Secure
Though we aim to claim peace
Always ready for war
Should defending
The home
From invasions
Be needed
And should the truce falter
No land be conceded
For even in greed
We agreed
To play fair
And the barons
Don’t dare
Tyrants do not compare
To hegemony
Menacing
Racial supremacy
Scapegoating cultural shades
As the enemy
Michael Marchese Aug 2020
Pressure to be
More productive
Make money
Or earn it I guess
So I don’t feel so scummy
Awaiting each checking
Account summary
One a week
And then maybe
At night
With more ease
I could sleep
But of course
She’d be there
Still fomenting
Unrest
And regrets
Would ensure
Drowsy pills
I ingest
Michael Marchese Apr 2023
Warned that this path would lead
Seemingly nowhere...
So get to the problem,
Too many to solve them
Too different to see
The same ways
We evolve in
All crawl from the ooze
But all grow
To refuse
To return to its void
Like a bottle of *****
Michael Marchese Jun 2020
And if she is gone
I’m wrong
And I suffer alone
Michael Marchese May 2019
Sometimes
When I can't seem to sleep
I can write
Like a maniac raving
In slavish delight
To the barking mad
Lunacies
Loneliest night
Where I moonlight as me
And upstage other parts
That I keep under wraps
And entombed in the dark
Like a heart in a jar
On display in a bleak
Show museum
When I can't seem to sleep

And what secrets I keep Are all leaked to the public
But no one one among them
Would durst to be cursed
By my hex of depressive
Confessions immersed
In abysmal residual
Remnants of past
Strewn and scattered memories
Shatter like glass
From a cracked-mirror fist
Of what does it all mean
Still attempting to piece back
Together a dream
Just as broken as ever
Awoken to greet
The deceit I delete
When I can't seem to sleep

Merely reach for the pen
And allow it to speak
For the creature contained
In this well-mannered freak
Where by day it maintains
An illusion defusing
Conflictual bombs
All around me before
They explode into qualms
That I have with a world
In despair,
Disarray
Disrepair
And dismay once again
My disguise will betray
The real self
I withheld
But I'd like you to meet
The complete version counting
The seconds like sheep
In my true nature form
When I can't seem to sleep
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
To become mesmerized
by horizon eternity

Is to forget to enjoy
the sand between your toes

As you watch the sun setting
on the seldom-breached surfaces  

*Of mortality
Michael Marchese Aug 2023
Try to learn from it
For there was a moment
In it
When you truly loved each other
You went with it
For you’d miss it
In the presence of another
For its absence
Was a future
Tends to spell
Impermanence
But we dispel it
As a nemesis
Of consciousness
Submits
Like flags in tatters,
Nothing matters,
It is useless to resist
So surrender
As it were
To her most enduring
Vow
And if it isn’t you
Still solemn
Be her sacrificial cow
And take to heart,
Not yet apart,
Remain rejoicing
In the now
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