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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
Ma Cherie Sep 2016
Yut,
Well, I'd woke up early
**** rooster
just about  the crack of dawn
last crickets chirping loudly
heavy dew carpetin' the lawn
cold air, ya know
can see my breath that time of mornin'
as the tired furnace is  a kickin' in

Stretchin'

Emmmm hmmm, well dat'
woodstove she's a squirmin' with anticipation!
Yes sir,
smell of the incomin' weather
fresh cut and stacked Maple, except them box elder type you know gettin'
researched
Oak too, yut
some Birch ...burns real pretty

I hear them pumpkin patches callin'
eager to win those hearts
and the children
funny duffers in costumes

Ya, beckonin' a reckonin' they are
to become silky pies in their namesake
a big ol' mess left in that wake
from jack-o-lanterns,
& roasted an toasted
seeds of joy we use all win'ter 'round here

Kinda like the sound of them tires on the pavement ya know?
Warm hummin',
they're rustlin' down asphalt
with the leaves
visitors headed home again
will give way to the sloshin' of sleet, freezin' rain
whata' pain

Well here comes the ol' horses
and a wooden cart
to collect the trash
17 years
Percheron prizes them beauties
I really like that sound too
hoves clunkin' in perfect harmony

Yut, agreed,
love this place indeed
clip clopin' along with jinglin' bells soon
straight outta' Robert Frost he is

A symphony of smells
the ringin' of the church bells
time to eat
sighing

"Well...take a seat
Mornin' boys"

Oh Momma's up
Fill up her cup!

Oh thank you kindly
Well, we got some perfectly cooked hickr'y smoked local bacon
Scrambled eggs so beautiful and fluffy they look like clouds of clear yellow sunshine on that plate
those girls did well this year
Maple yogurt I insist on
with that crunchy homemade
sweet n' salty nut Granola
Don't forget some fresh fruit salad
stuff goin' on now
rest been reserved for winter days
Can't say that I'm not lookin' forward
to some wild blueberry pancakes
and that beautiful amber
Vermont maple syrup"

Yut,
was a lotta' work drainin' those sleepin' veins of golden sugar
emmmm
Is a great mornin'

"Good to savor the wonderful gifts the seasons bring, share and enjoy "

We certainly are grateful ma'am.

Take Your Hat Off What's The Hurry?
Just because...some people say "Yut" silencing the T here not everyone of course, I love old time Vermonter's they know everyone and everything!
Michael Marchese Mar 2017
Let's get this revolution
All my new world orderlies
Because we are the solution
To the bigger stick diplomacies
The shadow of plutocracies
Casted by the sons
Of the Titan kings inciting
The immortal chosen ones
To Prometheus igniting
From the mythic rebel guns
Of Zapata to Guevara
Bolivar in Venezuela
They provided the umbrella
To the reign of encomienda
Reconquista gunna meet ya'
In the jungle with the rumble
Of a Sandanista struggle
From the hovels of Aleppo
Diggin' rubble with a shovel
Wagin' Warsaw in the ghettoes
On the concentration Campos
Lazarettos, and the diamonds
That you smuggle to the kingdoms
Of the Leos in the Congo
But Lumumba, they remove ya'
Like guerillas in the mist if ya'
Resist em' in the system
Arab springin' into action
'Cuz the shah is a mirage
And the Contra-banded faction
Is another name for Raj
To convert the sacred hajj
Into cheaper camouflage
With didactic hypocratic
Neo-liberal art collage
To reeducate the masses
With a capital dogmatic
Lower-casing democratic
Are the over-ruling classes
Where the socialist fanatic
Anarchistic automatic
Never passes, spewin' gases
Of an open-****** fascist
But the tilting of this axis
Is the cashing-in assassin
Malcolm X'n MLK and then
Allende, Joao, and Mossadegh
The CIA, pieces in play
Objective's always Pinochet
When fair elections
Have their way
The pawns go first
The cheaters say
Game over Mr. JFK
And they don't shed
A tear for Ted
Without a bullet
To the head
Of another red dead scare
To hide the truth behind the D.A.R.E.
Grin and bare the propagand
Now it's Comey's Hoover Dam
And Putin's Agent Orange  
Is the latest Khmer stooge
On the trail of ** Chi Minh
Painting refugees in rouge
Making killing fields of stock exchange
His presidential recompense
No cents expense for Climate Change
To silence sense and dissidents
Within the firing range
Of this ****** hate crusade
Scorching Mother Earth campaign
So we gotta disengage the main
Brain drainin' inhumane
Tyrants always back again
To seal the gates and lock the cage
Vote us off the winners' stage
By droppin' bombs of martyrdoms
Crazy Horse was not insane
Brown said **** this ball and chain
With Henry Wallace all the wage
Ragin' fifty shades of Shay's
To free the press and then reclaim
Our history's white-washed front page
Wake up screamin’ in the middle of the night
I taste the bile that’s starting to rise
And know that I’m in hell again
‘Cause the zombie mother ******* are screamin’ outside
More real than the demons in my own mind
And maybe I should let them in
‘Cause the world’s already been eatin’ at my brain
And everything I’ve done has been in vain
So dead inside is all I am
With all the human monsters drainin’ me
Feedin’ on my pain and misery
I’m already feedin’ the ******

Tonight I’ll die without you
You can’t control my demise
I’ll suffer well without you
I’m already dead inside

I open up the door and walk to the end
Of the drive and my life, where my new friends
Are just like me, so dead inside
I welcome them and their cold embrace
And smile as the blood pours down my face
Their teeth the last thing through my mind
I wake with a hunger like never before
And find I have never wanted anything more
Than feeding on the living brain
My ******* neighbor’s still asleep in his bed
He wakes up screaming as I empty his head
That ******* died in horrible pain

Tonight I live without you
I can’t control my appetite
I’ll feed my pain without you
I am dead inside

It seems each victim wears your face
And now a thought I can’t erase
I’m wasting this gift I’ve been given
I leave a ****** trail right to your door
And find you huddled up on the floor
Regrettin’ the life you’re barely livin’
You see it’s me and start to scream
As a feeling so much better than any dream
Comes as I taste the waste inside your head
I smile as the life inside you fades
And the pain you’ve been feeding on starts to invade
Just like me, you are the living dead!

Tonight, I have devoured you
I’ve become your demise
I have finally shown you
What it’s like to be dead inside

Your misery becomes you
So lost and empty inside
I’ve given what I owe you
Just like me, you’re dead inside
This is an older song written from an idea for a slightly comedic zombie horror story, which became this instead. Written in the style of, and as a tribute to, Misfits.
hold it back hold it back for moment
quite frankly, I don't know where I'm goin'
honin skills just for the moment
this **** is drainin my life and im broken

maybe i dont need them to be happy
might just do it for clout if you ask me
but can't say that it's blasphemy
but it's a blast for you,
and that's prolly why im always feelin' ******

sittin' in a chair, 4 a.m. and im frozen
lamp light off I just be knowin that you're hoein'
sounds at the door, waitin to be open
pounds on my heart, weight me down, no wonder i aint growin

it's like im fallin over digs but i aint volley
yeah I met a couple chicks but you didnt call me
you set yourself up, kamikaze
why'd let myself become this softly

So i, swing open the door, wind blows and a car hits it
don't know what to do, gotta be at work in ten minutes
Barely numb to the events, God really pushing my limits
Or it's the devil tryin me, with his ******' gimmicks

i dont know why you love me, you're barely even cupid
i dont know why you hate me, you're dreams are hardly lucid
I don't know why you **** me, your feelings are too fluid
I dont know why I stay, i just know that I'm too stupid
Murphy Sep 2018
Suddenly caves aren't a place he is safe. Placement that's changed him in ways he cant shake. Chained then to Megan its drainin his faith. Save him I pray lend him patience and grace. Days spent he pays rent on cages he hates. Strainin his brain bent its blatant its rage.  Sway him from fake friends and raise him from graves. Staying his saneness with ancient embrace.
this flew out of my finger onto paper soooo fast that I put it away and forgot to name it..   I really mean these words I just cant name it
PEACE is an immune system that mercilessly kills pathogens, I say
Don't ever drink American beer before you work & before you play
because beer made dumb Bud wiser as it made straight Marvin gay,
after drainin' the abortionistically pus-white U.S. judge Hugo black
the old baby wipers put their infant-parade cavalcade into the attack
against baby-killin' lovers who'd soon get baby-killin' back on track

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