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Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Worshipping the finer things
You glorify your gods

On your knees you look to clouds  
Instead of to the stars
Lost inside your paradise
Forsaking life on Mars

Arrogance and selfishness
The center of your universe

Inward thoughts implode
Upon the death of your sunlight  
Salvation from the black hole lies
Alone in endless night

No shadow of a doubt it seems
Can change the fear of dark

The constant time and empty space
Though desolate and cold
Is still the only peace to find
Detached from all we hold
Michael Marchese May 2020
It’s all in the voice
In the faintest
Of hisses
Its promises
Succulent
Sugar sweet
Kisses
The wishes it grants
Are deliciousness
Blisses
When all that it asks
Is the whole
Mortal soul
As it guides the pen hand‘s
Signature
To the scroll
Couldn’t keep track
Looking easily back
Would’ve saved us the hassle
Of having to ask
Do we keep fighting battles
Or letting them pass
For imperfect
Uncertain
The surface is
Cracked
And meticulous
Faultless
Attention
To fixes
Just makes for mistakes
When it narrowly misses  
And left in the wake
Of our unfulfilled wishes
We target remarks
With deliberately
Vicious
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
She still makes her mark
On these pages, a cast
Mending my broken heart
When it shattered like glass

Into pieces of puzzles
That just didn't fit
In the deep blue sea puddles
We couldn't admit

Though I melted like snow
In your summer sun smile
It's howling moon glow
Ne'er eclipsing denial

For you were the tune
To my violin strings
Rain drops to the bloom
Of my free phoenix wings

On peregrinations
To bring us together
New born consummations
To give you forever

Still you couldn't see
My mushroom cloud skies
Explode with a beauty
That rivaled your eyes

Or echo the sound
Of my metalcore chamber
Quaking the ground
With Vesuvian anger

To hell with the heavens
My goddess is here
What more divine presence
Than love did you fear

When you left me insane
From my star-trips in space
By warping my brain
With your black hole embrace

Where your face now condemned
To each moment I spend  
On eternities penned
'Til I see you again
Michael Marchese May 2019
Allow the unconscious
To freely express
What the rest of you chooses
To often repress
And expects will be met
With a world of resentment
By those who know not
What it means to be sentient
Be present and gifted
With all of its power
As from their own shadows
They run, hide and cower
Without delving into
The places they've been to
When their state of mind
Couldn't even begin to
Explain or refrain
From still trying in vain
To make sense of the universe
Hurting their brain
But a pain such as this
Of abysses consists
What is merely and nearly
Harmoniously
Reconceiving
History
Where all of you come from
And where you return
Is the same
So for now
Just continue to learn
How to be the best you
Of the highest virtue
And in come what may,
Stay
To that entity true
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
Embrace my words and feel my pain
About to jump right off this page
Pushed to the edge of self-disdain
Release me from this sealed-fate cage
A life enveloped by mundane
Each letter signed sincerely, shame
A suicidal note bullet
That ricochets within my brain
And poisons yours with but a drop
Of venom from my weeping vein
So drink it in
Forget my name
Blackout within
My ink blot stain
Awake the hangman every day
And die with me each way again
Michael Marchese May 2021
So carnivorous sheep,
Telling me what to eat
Check your life-
Taking knife
Before swallowing meat
Or just leave me alone,
You know?
Why even go?
Down that road
When the river,
Though withering
Flows
Not unto the dead end
Of development goals
But to refuse-seas rising
To diamonds from coals
Michael Marchese Oct 2022
Inward seeking
Shrinking violet
Red dwarf
Morphing
Into silent
Shades evade
Intrusive gaze
A spotlight on
An empty stage
Arrayed for how I play
The role
Of one’s so growing older
Soul
Where love is found
Less in caress
But more in what
I can’t express
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Live for the moment
Each day to disown this
Existence is merely
A meaningless omen
And death is a heartbeat away
Win or lose
Inescapable, so don’t allow it
To choose
Your decisions, discussions
And reasons to care
For some better world waiting
To save you out there
It is yours, it is mine
It is all of us time
And with or without us
The sun will still shine
So please pardon me young king
You’re blocking the glow
I have offered my wisdom
And now you must go
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
I teach them of the muses
And I rhyme them as I chooses
This is how I vindicate my sorrows
With etchings of trees sculpted into the sands
With mountains of elegant peace
Cascading from a boundless ocean
Of prosperity
Phantasmic *******
You know where I be
I bend steel to my will
With a stroke of the sword
I spit ancient tongues
I'm the architect the visionary
Building purpose
Defining meaning
Divining life itself you feel me
I could watch these people exist forever
I'm exotic hypnotics
Invading your mind
Yo soy el tempesto
I walk hand in hand with humanity
Just a Dionysian kid
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
Something to add?
Do you have
More to say?
Then I welcome you
Out with it
Do not delay
For tomorrow
Not guaranteed
But I’m assured  
That you will not recall it
Down to the right word
And the way that you’d state
To articulate
Properly
Settling now
For just saying it sloppily
That’s why I write it instead
In my head
And preserve it precisely
As what I intend
Michael Marchese Feb 2022
And maybe I’ll see her
Tomorrow
Get higher
Keep hiding
The side of me
Thinks her a liar
Conspires to mire
In cables and wire
Desires to beckon
My seldom replier
And dire my poverty
Trauma resurfaces
Now she’s ignoring me
Pouring my worthlessness
Pertinent somehow
To what she was saying
Just take it away from me
You?

I’m not praying for
Paying for,
Graven decaying for
Graying in waiting
To fade in your nevermore,
Save to beside you
Still ebb with the tide you
And hungry and tired
Still strive to provide you
The vibes
And the rides
All the planets align
As the words that I choose
To define it arise
As a decomposition
Of nature’s demise
And the role that I play in it
Soon to reprise
God be ******
Glass of sand
Turns to weeping wasteland
And abandoned all hope
Check the pulse
As it dies
For its roots in me
Still yield
The apple of eyes
Michael Marchese Sep 2022
Cease your noise polluting
Convoluting
The details
When every utterance
Is substance-less
And tries
To no avails

Could ever forge the weapons
Wielded
Still reveal
That which I’ve shielded
Of the fates in which
I’ve sealed
My noble cause
As yet unyielded

Not in fear
Of fairer maidens
Or more stoic
Obelisks
For with it here
My pen in hand
I ferry all across
The Styx

I am the earth
On which it sits
The puzzle piece
That never fits
The ticks of madness
Of the clock
I am the nothing boy despondent
Watch me crash upon the rock

Then drop my remnants
To abysses
Like a pendant
Slips from hand
And as my memory
Like fish food
Scatters out
About the sand

Abandon not the dream
Of waking
After life
Is after thought
And after sought for
Nevermore  
Shall be
The rest for which it’s wrought
Michael Marchese Sep 2020
Recalling vaguely
Hazy instants
I was maybe
Making imprints
On some inkling introvert
Some innocence
Who couldn’t hurt
My dearth of mirth
Impervious
To even what her at wits end’s
Most murderous
Intentions penned
Michael Marchese Apr 2022
Really felt
Her presence lost
Her mark upon my heart
Embossed
No longer
Only cost
A fortune
Fell for some
Ungrateful urchin
Searching for a match
To spark
To compliment
My in the dark
I kept receding
Leaving home again
Withdrawn
One day she’s here
The next she’s gone
Confounding to no end
Despair
It hurts so much
I just don’t care
A page from her
Unwritten book
Not one more piece of me
She took
Michael Marchese Oct 2020
Been negligent lately
Of nature’s
Sign’s vital
As I allow devils
To dance in my idle
Mind’s eye’s
Broken hearted
Aberrant nightmare
Can’t repair
What the rest of the world
Doesn’t care to despair
So I work on myself
But it’s such an odd job
And exorbitant wealth
Would just make me a fraud
If I nonetheless
Don’t address
Global crises
Just repress,
And regress
Back to go overseas
Michael Marchese Feb 2022
Keep all your stars
Unaligned
Disarrayed
You’re afraid
What you feel for me
Isn’t the same
**** they say to you
Clay and glue
Molded and stuck
On this notion
Emotion’s
Just looking to ****
Or the universe
Curse
Is just energy ******
By another conflicting
Dope horoscope trope
When we both know this ends
With mortality’s rope
So submit to their cleverest
Platitude
Tunes
And reject my objection
To lunacy moons
If we can’t disagree
Peaceably and move on
Then the prospect
Of friends
Is already long gone
So many fragile pieces
Of complexity
To puzzle
To perplex in
What the depths
Of my unrest
Prefer to muzzle
But uncovering
The smothering
Of all the fragments formed
In a more normalcy
Dysphoric
Inner-portrait
I have worn
Has sooner torn apart
Attempters
Be they temptress
Or dementedness
Of mind, they miss the frame
For the entire picture
Bigger than
My maddest
Scatter-brain
Michael Marchese Jun 2021
Command the ripper
Create suicide,
Drink despair like it’s nectar,
In darkness confide
Like a satanist
Deep with the secrets
Convene
And in discordant muse
Dialectics
Blaspheme
Michael Marchese Mar 2021
Given away
I was so close to seeing you
Stuck in debating
Extraneous being true
Wasted all semblance
Of once we were there’d
And instead favored wavering
How much I cared
How I shared it was worse
More infrequent,
Distorted
Equivocated,
Obfuscated
Contorted
In all sorts of warped
Bending mind
Out of shapes
Anything but the form
Of the time that it takes
From us aging, decaying,
And drifting apart
From diminished roles playing
Their part in the heart
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
Another rejection
I question now
Am I
Who I had assumed
I would be by now
Can I
Do anything right,
Just be given a chance
To afford the refinancing
Lack of romance
Or whatever this
I must have more
Life is for
If I knew
No demurring,
I’d gladly be poor
Even if
Still afraid
To my dying day stay
Relatively unchanged
It would say
On my grave
Michael Marchese Feb 2023
Madness
Serenity
Misplacing
Memory
Never be
Jealousy
Moribund’s
Elegy
No more
Fecundity
Blooms
From the fertile
Just ashen heap
Mountainous
Obstacles
Hurdle
No optional
Off and on
Switch to the shifted
We riff,
And we drift,
And we sift
Through the misfits
And this is  
My gift,
My accursed
Uniqueness
The strength that I draw
From the wellsprings of weakness
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Not into this night
Rather write it
Away
But instead I’m reviewing
This life
Pressing play
To resume
Repetitions
Of watching it go
Passes by
In an instance
Each aspect,
Component of me’s
Been relinquished
I look through the glass
But what’s looking back
Different
And it
Doesn’t recognize me
Anymore
Reminiscent of only
The mask that he wore
Michael Marchese Aug 2019
The former me was immature
Was ignorant
Was insecure
Would instigate
And derogate
And hate
And hate
And hate
Irate
At something always
In the way,
Some implacable
Dismay
As sullen as
The color gray
Torrential was
The constant rain
Despondence
I still can’t explain
A rabid beast
I couldn’t tame
In every smiling face
Was pain
Contained within
The joy we feign
And all escape attempts
In vain
Except an early
Ego grave
But now everything’s changed,
So much ice
In the veins
In the air
In the room
In the gloom
It contains
Hurting you
Hurting me
Is now all that remains
And we don’t feel the same
As we used to before
When I open the door
It’s like bracing for war
And I see us still trying
To desperately cling
But we keep going back
To the same exact thing
Such irreparable harm
Such appalling disgrace
Can’t erase
The betrayal
Just watch as it breaks
Us down further
In fervor
In heartache
Inveigh
When no terms of endearment
We have left to say
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Lately it seems like
My ocean is broken
Like waves crashing into me
Enter
My entity
Now
The sea sounds
A faint echo
Of memory
Even its
Tempest temptress
Was serenity
Bottled up notes
That I wrote in
Sincerity
Never made landfall
Or fell for a lover
That swept me away
Like the depths I discovered
Whenever I would
Stand before it enthralled
By its roaring enormity’s
Beckoning call
To return to its sirens,
Poseidon’s
Leviathans
All of its mythical
Mysteries
Mine again
From the pen flowing
My deepest blues muse
On a tropical cruise
To the soothsayer tune
Of the lullaby moon
But the dunes have surrounded me
Shipwreck rocks pounded me
Anchors weighed down
To abysses
Confounded me
Bound to this heartbroken
Ocean
Still drowning me
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Set on our path
Then led astray
Forever wander life away
Every image
Every sound
Distraction chains to which we're bound

We spend our time
On scenes and screens
On apps, and tweets, and drama queens
And broken dreams
Are what we buy
Then sell the ones that we let die

We fill our heads
With smoke and air
I swear it's like there's nothing there
Your brain
Your choice
But I prefer to use my voice

To bring distractions
To their knees
By curing apathy's disease
Where'd it come from?
Where'd it go?
We're never really meant to know

It's all just fed
To hungry fools
The fullest bellies make the rules
Convincing us
That hope is lost
The price of life's increasing cost

Hypnotized
Under their spell
Consumerism prison cell
So find the key
To leave this place
Free of distractions you embrace
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Goodnight to
The rest of the world
As it wakes
The earthquakes
Somewhere far
From what stake
I have left in it
Anymore
None left to gamble
I placed my faith
Too long
In peoples’
Preambles
To flawed constitutions
Consistently
Riddled
With holes in the plot
And foundations of brittle
Collapsing,
En massing,
Unrest in the streets
With the corners
And shadows
No scraps left to eat
An effete
Feeble tenuous
State
Disingenuous
Promises make
Us look more
Like the terrorists
Michael Marchese May 2019
In fantasy fallacies
Covetous malice is
Greediest deities'
Vanity palaces
Callous regarding
The weary and meek
The ostensible shepherds
Just wolves among sheep
Counting each of their
Unanswered prayers
Before sleep
Yet despair doesn't seem
To preclude
Pleasant dreams
Nor to render naivity scenes
To demean
What of logic and reason
Should clearly evince
They abandoned us long ago,
Haven't cared since
And their whereabouts
Unbeknownst
Mystery ways
Inexplicable how
They free will us
As slaves
The obsequious miscreant
False prophet faith
Inculcated in cults
Of a non-personality
Spreading its virulent
Indigent malady
Bow and prostrate yourselves
On your knees
Cowardly
Why fear what hasn't appeared
In the flesh
To be real
Why exalt higher powers
Except how you feel
Leaves me reeling,
Unraveling
Traveling
Gone again
Out to let go
And expose
Gods
As frauds of men
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
In the future you will know
I was a relic of the past
I studied mighty, mythic leaders
Though my reign was unsurpassed
A Golden Age of gleaming wisdom
We grew sanctity in waves
We built peace atop the bones  
Of broken chains of human slaves
I cured rampant plagues of darkness
Ended famines made of greed
The dreaded flooding never ever
Could have drowned my will to lead
To see them freed, to see them strong
To see them beautiful as one
Was the dominion of my vision
My perspective was the sun
For all to bask in my regalia
My insignia emblazoned
On a banner of existence
And the hell that it was razed in
From the ashes that I bathed in
I was born the Phoenix Dragon
Breath of fire, blood of ice
And all the elements were muses  
But the earth was paradise
And with my knights and queen I conquered
Inhibition's fuedal lord
I shared his fortune with the people
Then as lion kings I roared
My pride restored to walk with cubs
Baby-stepping into light
And then Apollo came to guide us
To these otherworlds I write
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
United used to mean something man
Used to mean you could hate me
And still lend a hand
Or just dap it
Just knuckles
Or give that good “later”
But now I’ve moved on
And you think I’m a hater
For trippin’ on truth
In this counter-act culture
Then mastering peaces  
Of liberal art sculpture
And finding my roots
In a planet earth nation
A biologistic
Creation equation
Empowering forms
Of expression reflective
With lessons I’ve learned
From this human collective

To recklessly check titan industry profits
Who pass their class judgments
On what’s in my pockets
When we make the products
So their wars are waged
And we foot the bills
That still keep us encaged
To the ideal enslavement
Too big to fail theft
In a toxic metropolice
State strain of ****
In the brains of the free market harpin’
On fear
In the news, in the useless
Fake **** that you choose
To buy into the system’s
Fourth ***** kinda ruse
An arms race into space
So they win and we lose
Their defense, our expense
Hired guns are hardwired
And trained like dog tags
To cut deals with “your fired”
A job on the line kind of guy I suppose
In a tax evade tower
When factories close
Authority breeds influence but it is not the only way to command it
-An active citizen of the omniverse
Michael Marchese Aug 2022
Lacking that
Lachrymose
Last word
Laconic
Discursive
Verbosity
My gin and tonic
Should it be a topic
That triggers incensed
Or my heart in a locket
Of loveless lament
For the loss
Is too grave to bare
Too dead to care
But more recently
Signs of life
Bloom with her there
And though rare
Are her thorns
As the cause of its drips
Fingertips can’t resist
To spill guts for her lips
Michael Marchese Oct 2017
Fireworks scream, but so few of them seen
The Delhi night sky is of pure gasoline
It’s a maze of a haze that is thicker than thieves
It’s a Christmas without any Adams and Eves
A festival littered with living for less
Than the worth I assign my semantic excess
I am one in a billion perceiving it thus
Because I am afraid it returns us to dust
Of invisible stars, so unnoticeably
Lost on these earthling’s electricity
How could they be phased by the brilliance of gods
When they drool at bedazzling splendors of frauds
And they worship mirages of angels and demons
Polluting their Ganga and Yamuna Edens
With Kashmiri violently mountains eroding
Partition eruptions of chaos exploding
Like Company cannons that made them all pay
To celebrate freedom in slums of Bombay
Michael Marchese Jul 2022
Aggravation
A waste of a day
I’m irate
Had to pay
For a test
That I failed
To equate
To necessity
Prerequisite
Need to know
How to drive this car safely
To stop
And then go
Now I go even slower
More cautious
Each turn
When approaching
The limit
No rubber to burn
Michael Marchese May 2023
In here
You’re with me
At my mercy,
Behest
At my beck and call
Call me
By what I do best
What I claim
Domain name
Is eternal unrest

For in here
I decide
What to give to the night
What to offer
The coffers
Of can’t see the light
Ever seeking in vain
Domain name
What to write

When in here
We’re at home
But a whirlwind
Alone  
Overthrown
Though unconquered
Dominions I roam
For I came
Domain name
As I etched it
In stone
Maintaining the guise
Of a normal life
Taking
Its toll on my
Loving wife
Hearts have been breaking
And I have been making
It worse
In exhausting
All options
To keep us contained
In our coffins
More often than not now
Despite
How we’re home
We resort to
Withholding our thoughts
All alone
All along
Still enamored,
Still genuine love
But it’s like
We’re preparing
To be
Deprived of
One another again
Can’t accept
It’s the end
Can’t cause anymore wounds
That we know we can’t mend
Can’t relinquish the feeling
Serenities ease
If the ghost of you
Swept away
In the sea breeze
Don’t take it personal
Illness is terminal
Turned us
Into
Something else
Indiscernible
From the non-verbalize
Gerbils
Still running
Around the unyielding wheel’s
Torturous fortune
Inside a vivarium
Social distortion
Where trickle down
Sustenance
Keeps us appeased
And whatever they feed us
Much sooner diseased
Ever farther from freed
We are just pets in hands
Of the gods of greed
Squeezed
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
Leave it to me to let
You down again
Then pretend that the problems
Don’t come from within
For I’ve been
Out of body
Outside looking in
And I viewed this flesh vessel
Absolved of all sin
So it couldn’t be such
An infallible form
Without agency over
Responsible for
It’s not me,
Must be you
Didn’t choose to be this
Didn’t ask to be born
Barely want to exist
And it only makes sense
When oblivious bliss
Pleads the fifth
When confronted about
All the crimes
I commit
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
But that’s just it
You know
I go
Around the town pretending  
That there’s any other girl out there
I could imagine ending
This disgusting
Hollow shell of life for
No more sorrow to incite for
Violence, we want peace I know
But none will ever let it show
The way I did
And could
With you
The guy who knows about the feud
But only covets more of you
And he together
Words ensue
Organically in my dementia
So much left to tell you
Never
Can I have the days return
So much left
Us both to learn
But please forget me
Leave me gone
I fear that I must
Die alone
Don’t answer me
It helps to flee
So far away from
Happily
Conclusions that we’re both aware
Would only make us
More despair
I wasn’t perfect in the least
You weren’t some too easy beast
I broke just like the others
How?
Were you before them
And still now?
Michael Marchese Jun 2020
What it takes
To get likes
In this world anymore
Doesn’t seem to compute
Or restore
To my norm
Was of you
Seeming always
To view
Me with as
Disproportionate
Has been
The love you once had
For you must
Have felt something
I know it for sure
For you dragged my dread carcass
Back up off the floor
A few times at least
Known
Other times are now
Gone
And the being without you
Makes death of the dawn
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
You keep saying that
I don’t know what it means
You think you’re the first sorceress
I’ve ever seen?
You think mystic statistics
Above me
Beyond
But I’ve been to the edge
Where humanity dawned
And I wandered this wasteland
A true vagabond
And along the way
Wicked like witches
I spawned
What no dead-beaten creep
Could conceive in the deep
Now I reap the sweet nectar
I plucked from the peak
So for someone
Without any answers
It’s odd
You’re so quick to close minds
To my kind
Monkey god
So just wait for your sign
Ruling planets
Align
For the more down to earthly
Affairs
Are best saved
For the skeptics and doubters
And me robbing graves
Michael Marchese Oct 2016
Fellow Americans
     Won't is not can't
           We can end this tirade
                This ignorant rant
           Neo-**** crusade
      This fearmongering
Xenophobic campaign
      This point your fat finger
           Take none of the blame
                 This **** flinging ape
            This bombastic baboon
       Rotting all of our brains
Like a ****** cartoon
       This email distraction
            For no course of action
                 Except the word "jobs"
            And a Twitter war faction
        This sick, twisted joke
This comedy act
         Dropping the curtain
             On matters of fact
                 This tax-dodging fraud
             Has stolen from you
         So what makes you think
You're a part of his coup  
         This billion-airhead
             Makes no cents at all
                  He speaks his small mind
             Behind a big wall
        This nuclear bomb
  To diplomacy's voice
        Aborting the right
             To democracy's choice
                  This false god complex
              Disguises his devil
         Deceptions to drag us
Back down to his level
         This Molotov cocktail
              In Putin's back pocket
                  His greedy heart froze
              In a cold-plated locket
          This coal-blackened soul
Toxic demagogue
         Keeps poisoning us
              By spewing speech-smog  
                   This climate change hoax
              Outweighs all the lies
         Deny this one truth
  And everyone dies
         This you're fired show
              Outsources our trust
                   To Chinese steel towers
              Of slave-labor rust
        This loaded handgun
To sanity's head
        Depravity bullets
              Promoting bloodshed
                   This locker room talk
              This all Muslim ban
        This election is rigged
This ******* madman
        This antithesis
              Of all we stand for
                   Great from our first steps
              Onto Liberty's shore
        So I beg of you now
Vote him off of the stage
        This dog's had his day
              Put him back in his cage
                   This nation was founded
              By working together
        And those who attempt
To divide us shall never
        Condemn our ideals
             To an amoral fate
                    Lest we forget
                         That love always trumps hate
Embrace me
My last never bloom
For tomorrow
Uncertainty looms
On the spindles of sorrow
And watching it sow
Needle points
Of my dread
Would just sooner unravel
And lay bare the thread
Of not ready
To let you
Ignore what you read
And respond with
A silence
From which I once fled
But to wed
Is forgetting
Regret
Intersected
Us here at the crossroads
Of destiny
Bested
For I wasn’t made
To be anyone’s
End
But to fade
In what fate
At its best
Can’t intend
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Absorption
Of all sorts of
Warped information
So porously permeates
My rumination
An inundation
Of befuddling
Puddles
Besotted my brain
With each new innovation
I can not explain
Outpacing the rate
I can’t trace
A trajectory
Can’t calibrate
To this Morse Code
Perplexity
Vexing me
Try as I might
To decipher
The messages
Only in writing
The past’s
Lasting vestiges
Remnants of presaging
Matters in tatters
All scattered
About me
As mad as a hatter
Still poring over
An outpouring of tea
Kettles meddling,
Drug-peddling
Me more lunacy
With each sip
I trip, slipping
Down rabbit hole mystery
Sifting through time-shifting
Pages of history
Back to antiquity’s
Atavistic
And nuncupative
Socrates
Intellects
Recollect
Fragments of memory
Long-lost
In talking point’s
Pin-pointed provenance
Anecdotal,
The sum-total
Predominance
Of petit bourgeoisie
Partisan politics
Paltry polemics
And charlatan
Rhetorics,
Heretics
****** polygamist
Lamb’s
Transcendantalists
Warring with
Transgender bans’
Clans of militants’
Plans for the future
Contingent on which
Faction patches
Its lack of technology
Glitch
And yet still am I itching
To scratch at the surface
Of how it all started
With what is my purpose?
Except to reflect on it all
And persist
In existence amidst
Super-humanist
Bliss
Michael Marchese Jul 2018
Don’t tell me it can’t all be equally shared
Don’t tell me elections are fair
Anywhere
I know whose had the power
The weapons to prove it
The world in their hands
And the money to move it
Perpetual profit
New product to cell
Dwellin’ deep in the pocket
Of your lol

So don’t tell me with Twitter you’re not all Obsessed
When you buy every lie presidential address
Comin’ hot off the press
Not so free to inform
A pornhub tuggin’ ******
Publicity Storm
And another blackout
On my people uncovered
Like Firestone burnin’ through natives
Unrubbered

Don’t tell me you don’t have the cure
Or that war
Isn’t waged on the people
To sheeple the poor
To the industry slaughterhouse
Dream factory
Where success is a breath of fresh
Debt peony
I know slavery still puts
That food on the table
And big pharma’s FDA puppets, the label

So don’t tell me dope is what’s making us Dumb
Don’t tell me my God’s not the LSD sun
Or that guns aren’t hired
To desecrate my
Sanctified inner peace
Keepin’ graffiti sky
For my ties to this earth
Are invaluable worth
So don’t tell me my rights haven’t been mine Since birth
Michael Marchese Apr 2019
The newsreel continues
To capture the screen
And command my attention
But what does it mean?
I could see the same story
Unfolding, retold
By a hundred one pundits
And still never know
The significance, impacts
It has on my life
I just want to be sure
That it's still mine to write
But I guess that is why
I so hawkishly watch
And click into the ticker tape
Media clock
For the first of intriguing
Developments mentioned
Recrudescences in
Border kids in detention
Just an update
On the world I'm a part
Of the broad simulcast
Of its need to restart
Is my only conclusion
When natural disasters
Are just a school shooting
Colluding again
With some populist movement
And some celebrity scandal
Exclusive
But me the eye witness
Can't help but tune in
And remain so fixated
On when will it end
Michael Marchese Oct 2021
I summon the depths
With Titanic defiance
Usurping the summit’s
Olympian tyrants
But still find their kind
An enchanting intrigue
When the real love affairs
Of this world
Have aggrieved
And deceived me more often
Than yielded the truth
Bittersweet
As I reach
For the Tantalus fruit
Still eluding me
Not before
Offering glimpses
Of nymphs seal my fate
To a constant ellipsis
Michael Marchese Jul 2020
The rest of your life you say?
I let you slip away
Now I know tragedy
Isn’t a silly play
Not melodrama
Nor actors in masks
Not mementos and trinkets
And lost artifacts,
Heart attacks,
Broken pacts,
Or the past mistakes made
Can’t compare to the pain
Of how it can pervade
Individual fibers,
Recesses of real  
And then at your core
Rip you apart
To reveal
What you actually feel
To have known along
It was wrong to have doubted
You’d someday be gone
Michael Marchese Jan 2020
Approaching the edge
Of all I can stand
The last straw, with the wind
Has been plucked
From my hand
High atop
Animosity’s peak
Indignation
I boil and fume
Like a calm conflagration
Awaiting eruptions
Disaster event
I’m hellbent
On vertiginous slopes
Of descent
Into discontent trenches
Incensed apprehensions
Anxiety’s turbulent tides
Of depression
Subservient still
To its ties,
Inextricable
Licentious thrill
To lie with it at night
And ****
Any a pleasant dream
Tempting,
Tormenting me
With a promissory
Daily propensity
For apoplexy
Before even breakfast
Can further
Half-empty me
Michael Marchese Jan 2020
Been all these places
And seen all these sights
Just to plummet
From summits
Of what is life heights
For with death
Am enamored
And stammered
To find
The write words
To describe
Her sublime
Suicide
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