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Michael Marchese Apr 2017
You can't catch me 22 
I'm miles dead ahead of you  
Runnin' circles round' you squares
With lion shares and grizzly bares
Livin' on a cobra's prayer
With taboo turpitude'n tongue
Conundrums that I'm summon'un
The meta-Orpheus has come
Since 21, the chosen one
I'm neo-hippy rebel ****
So ante-uppers, get you some
Eleven seven slurpee sun
Super-soaking supernovas
With a matrix water gun
From vats of hydrochloric
Spillin' Joker on the masses
Turnin' Gotham allegoric
Into clown prince rhymes of passion
Of a blood of Christ fanatic
Jimmy Jones'n as I'm cashin'
In the semi-theocratic
Weapon cache'n checks imbalanced
Chemically unstable attic  
Bat **** crazy poison gases
Spewin' power-trippin' fascist
Cataclysmic autocratic
Devolution clash of classes
Resolution's prehistoric
Meteoric democratic  
So I'm risin' from the ashes
From dismayin' to conveyin'
How I'm goin' super Saiyan
When the treasure hordes of Mordor lords
Corrupt the men of Numenor
For Bard the Bowman heroes
Are the roles that I am playin'
In shadows of the Arkenstone
When I go dragon slayin'
Michael Marchese Sep 2018
What maidens appear in my dreams
Do I fabricate
Faces unseen before dissipate at
An alarming rate
Soon as my eyes open wide
And remind
Me why I
Do no longer see those
Of my past lives’ disguise
What I
Cannot take
To the grave
‘Lest it later
Unearth
What I swept
In the cave
What confessed
Unexpressed
I forget
To address
And regret
Resumes reaping
My restless
Decay
And by day
Drone away
In the silence’s gray
When inevitably
I destroy something else
For a long time ago
Did the same
To myself
And continued
To reinvent
New and improved
Ways of ending
What other lives
Need be removed
But still failed
To conclude
That to do so
Consistently
Makes you unmoor
From the anchor amor
‘Till she walked out the door
Michael Marchese Aug 2016
Adrift on waves that I compose
A shipwreck life of word and prose
Longing for the shore that shows
How blue my tide of sorrow flows
When her horizon sets and goes
To hide behind her vacant glows
Then pulls me in her undertows
No man could fathom deeper lows
The depths of anchored lovers' woes
Not even Lord Poseidon knows
How far I've sunk to feel her throes
Submerged in frigid voids she chose
Our hearts immersed in shadows froze
Yet like a thawing winter's rose
We still found warmth to melt the snows
So my descension never slows
Nor grants my flooding lungs repose
I'll drown in her 'til my eyes close
Until my dead man's chest implodes
Michael Marchese Sep 2020
Steeped in my stupor
About to tip over
A graveyard of beer cans
Is at my disposal
It flows though
The vocals
And so it goes
Global
The locals and I  
Keep it chill as Chernobyl
For there in their midst
Still exists
A slight rift
And with each sip approaches
The paradigm shift
Michael Marchese Jul 2020
Tried getting back to you
Barely still conscious
But conscience
Had cautioned
Against its more dauntless
Inebriated
State of mind
Degradation
And unfiltered,
Unreserved
Written oration
Michael Marchese Jul 2020
Not the strongest
Not the fastest
Not the smartest
Not the tallest
Not the weakest
Not the slowest
Not the dumbest
Not the shortest
Just a sort of
Pretty boring
Form existing
In distortion
And I morph into
The aether
Somewhat often
To report it
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
Geocentric conscious shrouds
Revolve around illusion clouds
To find the stars
We search the earth
And watch our suns die out from birth

Red giant idealistic youth
Pursuing supernova truth
Ambitions of
Infinite space
In time dark matters shall erase

No solace in maturity
Just rise and fall obscurity
Alone out here  
Burning to show
The universe how bright you glow

Revelations of these fusions
Conflagrations of delusions
To bugs racing
Towards the end
Diminishing the light you lend

Horizons never reachable  
Your energies unteachable
Nebulous
Dreams come to pass
Unfulfilled old ball of gas

Life stages shrinking us sequential
Makes quasars of our potential
Growing cold
In voids bereft  
Until black holes are all that's left
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Distance makes
The heart grow fonder
Of without her
Love to ponder
All the ways
She makes me somber
Inadvertently
Of course
Correct, directs me
To the source
Of what enabled
Transformation
Now deprived
Of its sensation
Placed her in
Recessive corners
Confines of
Mental disorders
Where at least
She lives in thought
But dies in what
Was better sought
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
If only she knew
My raven, my dove
Has taken the form
Of my only true love

Like the sun and the moon
Equilibrium's force
She's my wind and my tide
She's my energy source

She's the opal-eyed skyline
Divine is her power
So how do we let down
Her flower-haired tower

Then pluck every petal
And cut every strand
Then toss her away
Like a raggedy Anne

Quick **** for a buck
To the coal-mining reaper
She screams out in pain
But we keep drilling deeper

Her willows now weeping
Her beauty erodes
In each drop of your ugly,
Corrosive payloads

To her womb of creation
Deforming it's birth  
When all life is valued
In financial worth

Why can we not share
In her warmth every day
Feel this thermal attraction
I'm melting away
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
Mistakingly breaking the bonds I was making
But mountains and meadows and oceans awaited me
Out in the world we both know
Is too big for forever
Together to grow
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Excuse me I was floating
In a vast abyss of stars
I circumventilated hyperspace
Then waged a war on Mars
To find a word within reality
That redefined emotion
And its absence in my brain waves’
Thought-articulating ocean
Barely gathered in forever
As the split persona shatters
My response to any utterance
Is nothing anti-matters
You must look within the heart
And make a purpose for its beating
Or the lovers you assign it to
Will never stop the bleeding
But in leading with the superego’s
Lunar landing phase
Then any aliens you happen on
Will gladly learn your ways
Michael Marchese Dec 2018
Lost to the trials of time
Human nature
Combined with unstable
Mass ecocide labor
The edifice likeliness
Face of the maker
The people at war
To construct it the greater
Win over its favor
The flavor of flesh,
Fresh, when nothing else left
As the slavers arrive
To deprive it, bereft
Of the once sanctuary's
Most bountiful feast
Of the treeless extinction
Tradition deceased
Since the first wooden ship
Came ashore on the beach
Michael Marchese Dec 2020
Don’t repeat myself often
Dramatic effect
I don’t let
Get the best of me
Seldom upset
At least visibly
Not predisposed
To be vulnerable
But when I do
Often find
It is memorable
Cordial conversing
Divulging
More personal
No more rehearsing
Accepted vernacular
Just speak your mind
But be kind
Be empathic
And make flowing naturally
More force of habit
Michael Marchese Nov 2022
Needless to
So much as state
Your biases
Reverberate
Articulate
The puppet parrot’s
Preference
Prejudicial carrot
Deep in darkness
Dare to dread
An audience
Beyond your head
Just reaffirm
The self-assured,
The certitude
Whole truth secured
From extant
Inclinations,
Leanings
To whatever sounds  
Appeasing
Then repeat it back
Again,
Once more until
The journey’s end
Arriving where
You feel at ease
In how we seamlessly
Deceive
Ourselves of answers
Pre-ordained
Instinctive
Linked-in
Lizard brain
Creates the same
Survival mech
Fictitious facts
We’re left to check
Should only ever need arise
To validate the winning side
Of argument’s
Legit disclaimer
Ever will its
Fortunes favor
Me within
No doubt correct
Of answers that I
Architect
Michael Marchese May 2023
Impregnable gloom
Decomposer
Consume
Let decay
What remains
Of my chance to exhume
Nature's progeny,
Property
No more befit to rule
Creature
Is stopping me
For I write words
Ironclad in their peace
And reverberate
Deep
In the despot’s defeat
In humility
Strode
An ulterior road
All the while
Reside
In the doesn’t
Well bode
Just a toad
Having tasted
The princess’ bliss
When I tongued
The abyss
And I heard
A most visual
Serpent god’s
Hiss
Michael Marchese May 2021
Another step closer
To hitting the road
On my own again
I intend
To bring it home
And I’m trying
Ambitious as ever
To make it
To seek the best fit
And then someday forsake it
For now I must break with
The dream
Temporarily
Maybe forever
From childhood fantasies
Fading to never
Michael Marchese Apr 2021
A lost thought
Can change
The day
In ways
As manifold
As power plays
Attempt to undo
Neutral ground
The territory
Watered down
Becomes a barren,
Vast expanse
Of merely witnessing romance
Michael Marchese Jun 2018
Let youth have its day
To grow bold
Be in charge
Put your trust in us
Not to **** up with this
Task
This menial, mind-numbing
Question we ask
On repeat to the tune
Of each day is our last
Pass the class
Graded not for creative potential
Brain blast
But robotic performance enhancing
Ideas
Conceived in the rusting machine system gears
Michael Marchese Oct 2018
What they don't know
Won't hurt them
Not here to desert them
Or try to convert them
Effects that I happen to have
Inadvertent
But certain am I
What these people teach me
Born from not but the dirt
To grow into a tree
In their dormancy sleeps
A compassion for life
But their lot in it sharpened
It into a knife
And a spear tip to stave off
The predators lurking
I'm simply an herbivore
Shepherd observing
Michael Marchese May 2018
Immortality drips
From the edge of my sword
My command of the muses
As light as the Lord
Of a province of darkness
From whence I craft states
In a mind made of metalcore
Tectonic plates

I’m the eon traverser
Subversive immersing
Myself in a poverty void
Silver surfing
The wake of the breaking
Of space into shapes
As I tread shining paths
With a wrath made of grapes

And a Robespierre clarity
Visions of past
Revolts endlessly leading
To wars amongst class
When the ending, beginning
Again from the same
Wild-eyed little terror
No lion could tame
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
My fire might flicker
Though wild it roars
When oil is thicker
Than water-thin wars
In my rivers of blood
Which boil and fill  
With anger they flood
From the barrels you spill 
Your acid rain shower
Then raises frustration
As I solar power
A new generation

Which melts all the ice
In my cool-head aloof  
For no snow-blinded guise
Can bury the truth
Down further they dig
And then drill ever deeper
While we buy the rig
That they keep selling cheaper
But money is cold
And it's making me sick
And it freezes my soul
Like each cabinet pick

Their whipper winds crack
With white lightning force
But I thunder write back
With tornado discourse
For my tropical breeze
Has felt too many die
And my last temperate trees
Have heard Mother Earth cry
Her judgment will soon
Blow the guilty away  
In a righteous typhoon
That I've long kept at bay
Michael Marchese Apr 2021
Approaching the threshold
Of drastic life changes
Done hoping,
Expecting
The rest rearranges
To some more commensurate
Level to compensate
My deficit
With a destiny date
If I see her again
It would have to be fate
Since I squandered my chances
To actively seek it,
Pursue it,
Then rue it
How I couldn’t reach it
From summits I’d plummet
Crestfallen nadir
And in valleys of shadow
The fix would appear
Like a kick to the head
To ascend back atop
Ego mountain triumphant
Then never to stop
Glorifying transcendence
Embodying light
Now I just want to know
If it’s still worth the write
Michael Marchese Oct 2020
No sun today
Only the rain
And the way
Friends explain themselves
Never more sure I’d refrain
From attempting to delve
Into whomst is the smartest
Aspiring artist
Critiquing creationist
Brilliance
The darkest
******
In my loneliest sorrow
Foreboding
Yet for
Her I do
Know I have to keep going

Atoned
For my failing
My feeling
Like ****
By unmaking myself
More becomingly numb

Then disowned
But immersed
In material worlds
In my alienation
Recounting the girls

I bemoaned
Of my heartache
Uniquely
Distinct
As if no other lovers
Expressively inked

Their enthroned
In eternal
Forevers unfolding
Just finally found mine
In her close to me
Holding
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Watch it move past us
Contained in decay
Everyday becomes wistfully
Wither away
And though hardly the first
To see living as dying
I think I equate it
More often in writing
Where I can trace aging
To futures predicting
That if I do find
Reason for my existing
I found what I needed
And claimed my desire
Composed of what leads me
In peace
To expire
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Hide under the covers
But you can't escape the monsters
Lurking underneath the bed you've made
Of silky linen strangers
Leaving bare confessions restless
To reveal the sleeping demons
In my carnal imperfections
From possessions of the wretched,
loveless, twisted flesh depressions
Feeling nothing but infected
by her exorcism sessions
Michael Marchese Apr 2018
Just a wicked peacenik’n quick draw from the Paw
Game of Thrones’n the Shah, cRussian bones of the law
When the baby-skull splitters want nuclear winter
Ideal New Cold steel and send Chernobyl shivers
Down Roman Republicans’ severed headlines
Till there’s no more dead kids on for prophet front lines
I’m in exile sharpenin’ [sic]kles in style
Pyongyang’n Kuomintang climate denials
Erasing their nation-hate racial profiles
Outpacing their skinhead disgraces by miles
Shell casin’ this place like the Nuremberg trials
For Fords sellin’ swastikas stockpile bibles
Defiled by Normandy tide genocidals
Fresh meat off the boat spreadin’ Plague mercantiles
I smile and **** ‘em with kindness
Then grind
Battle tax in my acid bath
Salt Marchin’ prime
Because WAR IS THE CRIME
I’m the Clown Prince of Rhyme,
Level 9 state of mind
Like the state of Rakhine
The Black Hand before time
Runnin’ Africa’s Luciest Sky Diamond mine
I’m the ronin alone in
The monkey god shrine
And my guile’s reprisal’s Versailles treaty signed
Strippin’ pride from the Rhine
Now your Motherland’s mine
Swine
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Why do we hide
Behind screens and devices
Confronting our problems
Like drones upon Isis

Dumping our waste
In a news-feeding sea
Then digging up dirt
On our best frenemy  

Swipe right for love  
If you tryna' hit
As you kindle the flame
And then hashtag it lit

Processing feelings
Like androids alone
Despite the reception
From every iPhone

So disconnected
Though closer than ever
To google chrome answers
All searching together

On profile pictures
You can judge a book
When the moral of this one
Is how do I look

Unfiltered facades
Of half-life expression
Selfie-absorbed
Anti-social obsession

Objective dimension
Of pretense inanimates'
Unblocked accounts
Of inactive inhabitants

Dwelling in shallows
Of in-depth distractions
Profiting off of
The Twitter war factions

Stop buying shares
Of the media Marxist
Still selling your souls
To emoticon artists
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
My sociopathy displays
The same old gray haze every daze
This nothing and I don’t know why
I try and try and try and try
To make myself feel just like you
But rain drops fall, the sky is blue
Not some symbolic shade of sad
I don’t get mad, I don’t get glad
I just exist, persist, repeat
I add, subtract and then delete
The joyous moment mental notes
And transcendental anecdotes
A host of ghosts that walk beside
My shadow unbeknownst in stride
Such lovely, lonely, little people
Nurturing their inner peaceful
Living out their lucid dreams
But take a look behind the scenes
Of melodrama entities
And masquerade identities
Pretending to be happy so
This suffering we need not show
To those who sing their caged songbirds
Without emotion in their words
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Grim as I’ve ever been
Waiting to die
Though at times
I may smile
I’m faking behind
The misfortune,
A most sordid
Torturous
Malady
Sounds like a job
For a cubicle salary
Spare me the lecture
On empathy
Drained
Enervated
Until my last nerve
Have I feigned
My last drop of compassion’s
Communicate brew
Until leave me alone
Is the obvious clue
Leading you to discover
However you feel it
Does positive, negative
Really reveal it
Or just make it more
Difficult to explain
We’re all narcissists
Analyze this
Ego brain
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Not just me
Who is ceasing to be
Interested
Came a time
I once cared
But now there
In its stead
Is a somber indifference
A sullen withdrawal
Where I used to be
Head over heels
Now I fall
Not in love,
From above
From on high
I deny
Having any incentive
To send a reply
Having any stake left
In the politics game
Having all the ink drain
From my pen hand
In vein
Michael Marchese May 2017
Empty is us, is you, is me
Empty is accepting it will never be

Empty is the regret, the guilt and the shame
Empty is never again speaking your name

Empty is the dilemma, the most difficult choice
Empty is forgetting the sound of your voice

Empty is a frail hope which hopelessness grips
Empty is craving the taste of your lips

Empty is the cold malice of winter’s cruel blight
Empty is dreaming of you night after night

Empty is a pocket filled with money
Empty is laughing when you weren’t funny

Empty is the void within the abyss
Empty is knowing it’s you I will miss

Empty is a desert longing for rain
Empty is thinking I could ease all your pain

Empty is the shadow cast by the sun
Empty is believing that you were the one

Empty is a ******, beckoning sin
Empty is lying, I know where you’ve been

Empty is the end, life’s bitter conclusion
Empty is your promise, it was all an illusion

Empty is the night that never sees dawn
Empty is without you, forever you’re gone
Michael Marchese Aug 2020
Keep reading about
How the good life is led
How by telling the truth
I would rather be dead
Than have pled
With the night
Interlocutor’s
Silence
To bring you back to me
And end
The disquiet
From narrowing further
My impudent fervor
The pride in my ideological
Murmur
Some dent in the armor
Of resting assured
Guaranteed is tomorrow
I give you my word
Michael Marchese Dec 2021
Better be barely
By breath
Breaking out
For that death
Do us part stuff
I’m just not about
But take heart in awareness
You occupy thoughts
Of less savory urges
Are more often fraught
With a lot
Of traumatic
Explosives and omens
The ghosts of my past
Have so cryptically spoken
And though not
Initially
What I envisioned
We still come together
Like head-on collision
And into it full speed ahead
Would I go
If on your end
The fender bends
Backwards
To show
A committed
Emitted
Fuel standard
Machine
For I’m just a pollutant
Still tryna’ come clean
Michael Marchese Jun 2021
Still rising
And writhing
In bellies of beasts
Like a maggot-filled carcass,
In darkness
I feast
Beneath criminal underworlds,  
First come to serve
And just might
Get the labor force
Striking  
A nerve
Michael Marchese Jan 2021
Was there with the simple folk
Brokering peace
Liberal hubris incarnate
From Hellenic Greece
I was sent
To sow discord
And sword out the weak,
Like a lord over wheat
Grew inured to privation,
In filth I would eat
Not the least bit perturbed
By the state of police
For I stated my nature
With wraiths in my speech,
Cultivated my culture
Like vultures in heat
Infiltrated the ranks
Of the skanks there to tempt me
A sentry, preemptively,
Of feelings emptied

Before compromising,
Devising the next
Annexation prospects
And subjecting the rest
To exalt the apex
Because love is a war,
Just a game of conquest
And my argument formed
Of the West’s architects
In the bastion of sophistry
History’s greatest
Imperial city,
Glossary glossing me as
A Romantic
But no sense disputing
The paltry semantics,
Was just serving what
Time itself can’t resist,
The interest
Of my people’s

Utopian bliss
Michael Marchese May 2022
She remains
But an image
Unreachable
Distance
The once again
Just the pen’s
Favorite for instants
Insistence on trying
Just seemingly fails
Every time
Love eludes
And unbalances scales
So confusing
How one day
Your path and hers cross
And the next
Couldn’t care less,
But I grieve the loss
And bereave the departed,
The fallen
Once fond
The no longer beside me,
The physically gone
Still remind me
Interminably
In eternity
I am the drifter
Through rifts in absurdity
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
For all my wisdom I must ask

What compels a man to fear
His shadow passing in the night
The tunnels at the end of light
Perhaps he's yet to see things clear
His hands may yet have more to write

Yet death still punctuates his life

So why must he then go to war
To understand the blood he's shed
And why he bought the lies he's fed
When only truth knocks on his door
And turns the switch off in his head

Did he not kiss the wife he'd wed

Before forever meant forever
After love split at it seams
And ripped apart their broken dreams
To build it all back up together
Stronger than it's ever been

But then it all fell down again

Somewhere along the way I guess
For nothing made him feel at home
Inside this man still felt alone
No lullabies could bring him rest
From cradle to the graven stone

Entombed beneath this biodome

All things return to soil
As my rotting flesh eternity
No more than maggots eating me
Until my bones are drops of oil
Spilling in the deep blue sea

Is this all that we're meant to be?

Who can say or really know
These gods and mortals can't compare
To dimensions far out there
The places we all long to go
Though only few discover where

To find their peace on earth to share
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
Is it joy or contentment
Eluding me still
Or this happiness curse
That is making me ill
For where there's a will
I am still without weigh
I am feathers of nothing
In zephyrs astray
Only blue shades of grey
In my novel romance
By the twist I am fated
To wait in this trance
With no chance to advance
To the unwritten chapter
Without a prologue
So I know what comes after
The sound of her laughter
Now rhyming and riddle
This story began
Somewhere in the middle
Michael Marchese Sep 2021
Good to feel good again
Spoken word stimulant
Working with like-minded
Active participants
Perks of the job include
Shorter commute,
Better pay
And I may
Even really be liked
Be appreciated
For the works that I write
That I type
That I scribe
To assist
With the ongoing struggle
To end homelessness
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
I deem the divine
Out of time, as I court them
Impregnate the fates
Till I choose to abort them
The muses my brood
I imbue with the spark
And by my hand the arrows
Of Eros to mark
Have inspired the vehement
Seed of creation
To gush from the brush’s
Unbridled temptation
In lust germination
Bore lush dripping red
Misconceptions of my
Hellenistic skin shed
And in discordant dreams
I’ve enchanted naive
Lonely Edens and watched
As they died to believe
That beyond me exists
An escape from the end
That conception itself
Does not to my will bend
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Won't you be mine
Let your arrows run through
Inaccurate archer
If only you knew
How many volleys
From Cupid's bow flew

And scattered about
Their fortified mark
An impregnable fortress
Containing my heart
Besieged by the distance
That tears it apart

So silly baby
Come take your best shot
Come put a hole
In my unfulfilled plot
Empty your quiver
Forgetting me not

Yet missing each time
I run from your sights
Surpassing the perches
Of your greatest heights
Where love is as weightless
As heaven's white lights

And worlds of conceptions
And structures so tall
Are but specks on the surface
Of bricks in the wall
Which crumble to dust
When I rise above all
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Don't let me go
But don't ask me to stay
Just let our song play
To a synchronized flow
Let it take us away
To resetting the clock
With emotion in motion
Pledging our love
To the silky skin sheets
In a heartwarming anthem
Of our body heat
As we melt away blizzards
Of harsh winters past
With sensational summers
Volcanoes of passion
Solar flares burning
Like candles in spaces
Between supernovas
Of spirit embraces
Beholden in eyes
Which penetrate mind
Soul and body with all
Of the clandestine forces
Inthrusted in hips
Synthesesia storms
Of tempestuous lips
And exuberant smiles
Caressing expression
With free-roaming hands
To impalpable places
Bewilderness lands
Of empathic convergence
A carnal cohesion
In which no words needed
To ascertain meaning
Of how this duet
Can turn melodies
Into volumes comprising
Crescendos arising
Ethereal rhapsodies
Still harmonizing
In notes we're depending
Might someday compose
Of our fairy tale ending
Of X's and Oh's
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Dormant volcano
Burning blood
Fuming frustration
Boiling bowels
******* furnace
Brimstone bones
Temper tremors
Anger eruption
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
The power lines provide
Elucidation in disguise
A sanctuary shadow-stained
Estate commandment private enterprise
Desensitizing blinded lies
The buy, buy, buy
Consumes the lives
As malnutrition feasts its eyes
Monopolized, the profits rise
The pockets lined with earth’s demise
Until the rockets own the skies
Devising how to energize
The Helios within our minds
As we just sit and stare with pride
Ascending our expenses climb
Mankind amidst the stars will shine
Except for who gets left behind
To overpopulate in time
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
Lonely orchid in the tree
Such individuality
Amidst the green, it's everywhere
Though envy takes more than its share
And greed assumes control of Earth
No lust bouquet defines your worth
As all the chlorophyll in you
Defiantly changes its hue
To seamless streaks of salmon streams
And lips I've tasted in my dreams
Michael Marchese Jan 2020
Queries persist
Though I seldom inquire
For answers I seek
Contradict
The replier’s
Desire to part with
Its genesis fire
Didactic to teach
Me a moral
Of stories
Too skewed
To be viewed
Through a lens of what’s
Credulous,
Let alone true
So the rules
I submit to,
The virtuous few
All divine their commands
Not from absolute monarchs
Or hordes of lord’s lands
But from man’s
Innate will
To be all
Powerful
And from Pan’s
Sensate skill
To see all,
Natural
Michael Marchese Dec 2023
Have I not
Yet overstated
Graves and havens
All the same and
Grim as I’ve ever been
Staunch proletarian
There is but one
Whom I hold
Dearest sentiment
Much to the complement
Of my addictions,
My bastions
In ashes
Atop my convictions
My practical
Prosperous
Prose
Only knows
How irrational
Feels
How emotional flows
When she goes
Beyond where
I relinquish control
Where the only choice left
Is to give her my soul
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Eternal the struggle
Of dispossessed rebels
I finished God’s work
Now I’m doin’ the Devil’s
Duplicitous, shiftiest,
Dirtiest deeds
To the landless,
The peasants,
The outcasted breeds
An outsider
Ghost writer
Adrifting through town
And unleashing my unbounded
Hellhound around
My cause lost
To the cost
Of a hole in the ground
That I sought to make common
Man’s claim
All the same
But to do so
Required
The gentrified’s bane
By the slain
They defined me
A murderous ****
And insane they confined me
To mind-numbing drugs
They prescribed me
Attempts to revive
The reptile
The coldest-blood guile,
Service with a smile,
Reviled exile
This side of the Nile
And in a submissive state
Made me a slave
To the for-prophet
Profiteers’
People enchained
To a system
I swore to destroy
As a boy
With his head in the clouds
In the muses’ employ
Where continuing still
Is that struggle
Eternal
But these days
It just rages on
In this journal
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