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Dec 2017
You made me gentle
And passionate calm
Yet you triggered my spark
Like a riot rhyme bomb
My explosion introversion
Through the netherworld of fear
To wag my tail and show my mane
Every time you would appear
And how I longed to feel your touch
And drink from skulls of your oppressors
I would try to save the world instead
Of leveling your lessers
Into servants that appease you
On their knees to even see you
As I breathe you in these poets
And I teach them how to be you
With your rebel goddess wrath
And your diplomatic peace
And a strength no man could equal
And a ride no man could lease
With all that Mother Nature power
In your elemental waves
So adrift in the emotions
Of clandestine sea floor caves  
Until you leave ‘em on their way
Seeking out the very best
Until they’re rising in the east
As mythic dragons of the west
A restless, willful reminiscence
Of the past you found me lost in
Learning how to make your enemies
The ones I’m Holocaustin’
Michael Marchese
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Michael Marchese  30/M/California
(30/M/California)   
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