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Michael Marchese May 2021
Single days are rarely so monumental
So metal,
Tea kettle,
A sea in the breeze
Of the crimson rose petal
Bed leveling
Be devil
Letters
Unfettered
And spell-casting
Summoning
Armies of fiends
And with mastery
Stimulate
Wildest dreams
Like a Green Revolution
Not littered in red
Like the golden boy
Peace keeper’s
Hole in the head
I learned most of the time
Time is not on your side
So disguise
Be advised
I’m goodbye cyanide
And I change the course
Only
To keep it free earth
Not what capital Pigs
Think their ego is worth
111 · Oct 2024
L’s
Michael Marchese Oct 2024
In command of my heart
I was hers from the start
And in parting ways
Rendered
Alone in the dark
Off the mark
A few times
Out of sync
With the spark
That originates
Gravitates
Back to renewal
Like nuance
And novel
Gives pause to refuel
To in retrospect
Reconnect
Severed synapses
And then progress
Prosper
Rebuilding collapses
And tactics
For how we
Attack
And engage
Confrontation
Conflated with
Wars we must wage
Just a sudden deathmatch
To match
Mounting affronts
Like the salting of earth
And the growth that it stunts
We annunciate once
To the victor go spoils
With each escalation
But both of us fighting
Lose communication
111 · Nov 2019
The Outsider
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
So easy to criticize
Indigent lives
Diametrically disparate,
Different from mine
But I try to remind myself
Daily to exercise
Patience
And probity
Judging too soon
And assuming
Can only mean
Preemptively,
Peremptorily
Deeming
Parochial view
Of the picture I’m seeing
Facile denial
To look a bit deeper
Into
What I still misconstrue
As this bleaker
Grim,
Dimly lit
Pit
Spitting image of meager
Believers deceived
By their god
The All-Reaper
Is creeping about
The bedraggled,
Beleaguered,
Bemired poor creature
Awaiting its fate
As it stares at a speaker
Non-native,
Unaided
Invasive speech teacher
Just trying to reach them
As equals
Of self
Even though he is privileged
With wealthier health
Michael Marchese Mar 2020
It’s like everyone’s sick,
Or undead,
Barely living
Just breathing
Deceiving
Themselves
To forgiving
Forgettable  
Unfair elections
Regrettable
Methheads
To offset injections,
Untenable
Debt ceiling heavens
And credible threats
Weaponizing infections
Depressions
Far Greater
Than history lessons’
Most glaringly obvious
Tact of oppression’s
False flag
To enact
The unlawful tax bill
By the black-citing,
White lying
House on the hill
And a fact-averse
Bad actor
Labor unskilled
Like a fascist mask
Slash and burn
Axe in Brazil
The fell deeds
Felling trees
With the breeze
In his speech
Still releasing the kraken-like  
Corporate state’s
Global outreach
Over-preaching
Beseeching
The sheepish
To carry on sleeping
In late
And en masse
Do not gather
But rather
Look past
The gas chambers
Aghast,
Past the neighbors’
Kids torn
From their safe passage
Grasp
And the captor?
Another disaster
Enraptured
The market crash,
Mattress cash,
Ashes fall after
And then comes
The blast from the past
When the master,
Producing mass slaves
Can not sell them their own
Waking graves
Any faster
110 · Mar 2018
Avian
Michael Marchese Mar 2018
Unspoken voices dispense with their menial pleasantries
Finally speaking as equals in feeling
Let guide now their words
The first thought that pops into
Their heads so in love
But the distance between them
Departs like a dove
Gotta go
On his way
To someday lay to rest
On display as the best
Plumage penning his paradise
Feather bird nest
110 · Sep 2024
Who Foots the Bills
Michael Marchese Sep 2024
They take a long march
And recruit
The downtrodden
Enforcing their farces
Then throw the whole lot in
The ring
Where the circus
Bespectacled
Beckons
The animals caged
Labor slaves
Win elections
Politicized weapons
Discounting the vote
And outsourcing
Offshoring
The capsizing boat
To some far-reaching
Not my backyard approach
Passes
The buck
To the bucket list
Kicked
Working classes
110 · Dec 2023
Coming and Going
Michael Marchese Dec 2023
Edge of the world again
Jumping back into
A despondent sea
For eventually
Everything ends
With my misery
Close to sustaining
In totality
What just years ago
Seemed
Inconceivably
Distant
Attained,
Reified,
Redefined
Self-sufficient
To then see
Dependency
Forming
Between
I can’t live without you
Can’t make love
To a screen
110 · May 2021
For a Living
Michael Marchese May 2021
When even the bosses
Are kind of cool
Why feel compelled
To overrule
No need to play the fool
To lead
Remain seated
Pretend to read
Or carry on
And take to task
If I’m not sure
I simply ask
In confidence
No stupid questions
Just me listing
Speaker sessions
For the annual
Objective
Your just cause
Is just my breakfast
110 · Jul 2024
Indecipherable
Michael Marchese Jul 2024
Perplexity
Vexing
Confounding as ever
Attraction not only
I see us together
And romance is not
What you think
What you want
Is a love letter
Penned
In illegible font
110 · Jul 2018
Thus is the Nature of Evil
Michael Marchese Jul 2018
Figuratively
I’d like to believe
But realistically speaking
Don’t wish to deceive
You with what I have been through
Confusing serenity’s faith
In repose
With the blame I assign to
My deity woes
With which all of the fallible
Gods I expose
To Elysiums painted
In war-shaded rose
For its in graceless minds,
Wicked hearts they take shape
And give form to the genocide, arson and ****
Growing fat on the spoils of fate
And the prayers
Of the hunger still searching through scraps
For fair shares
110 · May 2018
Power Dynamic
Michael Marchese May 2018
Guess the truth is
I don’t know how I feel
Some days I still want you
Others, I don’t care
Just tell me we don’t have to talk
About us
I just want to be worldly with you
And discuss
How two people together
Could actually change
What one drifter alone
Simply couldn’t arrange
110 · Sep 2021
Lordly
Michael Marchese Sep 2021
Might of the billions
Igniting the legacy
Flooding your homes
And disowning hegemony
Sleeping
And feasting
Completing the sequence
In all the enrapture
Contraptions
I frequent
Complete with
An arsenal,
Cache of collectives
And weapons of unwieldy
Leftists eclectic
Directives from bottom up
Terraform sound
I will echo through chambers
Eternity-bound
Like a movie star shadow’s
Imploding career
Like the wife and two kid’s guy’s
Addiction to beer
I appear to the proud,
The complacent,
The waste
When disposing of class
They assume that its race
That I run around here
Like some placeholder king
I am but
The sheers severing
Puppets from strings
110 · Nov 2021
Trust-Building Exercise
Michael Marchese Nov 2021
Don’t let it slip
What you used to do,
Used to be
Nothing good comes of me
Dreaming her
Lucidly
Looping her in
To assure
Continuity
But incongruity
Ruins the story,
The details embellished,
Withheld,
Unreported
Like those obfuscated,
Conflated
Make me
In her eyes, but a scared little boy
Verily
110 · Apr 2019
Still Me
Michael Marchese Apr 2019
Skin beneath my fingers peeling
Rats stampeding in the ceiling
Storm outside is fiercely brewing
Food for thought my brain is chewing
Never has its fill, but will
Continue to ingest the pill
Should it provide the answer
Or a ceasing the increasingly
Detest the next romancer
To be smitten by a pittance
Of my paucity
A pauper playing prince
And salting old wounds of viscosity
Virulent vitriolic
Villain vision
Brashly crash and burning into
My audacity decision
To abandon everything
The world demands that I must be
And write my destiny anew
By being what I'd rather be
109 · Feb 2022
Dehydration San Diego
Michael Marchese Feb 2022
Yea yea yea
Driving
The so cal
Let’s do this
We’ll find us some food
And then watch
As it soothes us
Remove us from cruising
The miles
Infuse them
And all the sounds
Quiet
I hear them
In ruins
Rome itself drank itself into oblivion. Let it remind us of the implacable fallibility in the delusions of our grandeur
109 · Sep 2017
Obsidian
Michael Marchese Sep 2017
Seep into every last pore of my skin
Then swim through my veins
Like a viper within
Fading back into black
Where I sharpen the senses
And spear-tip my heart
In the venomous lenses
The darkest dimensions
From volcanic ash
And a mountain of doom
I have watched the skies burn
Now my tomb is the moon
109 · Feb 2021
Area 51
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
It’s like he got back
From the war
In the Peace Corps
Can’t figure out
What is left
To be lived for
Reintegration
Was seamless enough
To be home,
A relief
But he hasn’t done much
Since returning,
Just learning
How little he can
Anymore of this alien world
Understand
109 · May 2022
The Ideologue
Michael Marchese May 2022
Cease your dream
Wandering
Stagnant
Despondency
Go and forget her
Again in disharmony
Build yourself up
Expectation’s
Gradations
Diminished to ashes
Like self-immolations
And hatred invades
Mental illness pervades
And we wade through
The witch of us
Got the best grades
There’s still slaves
At these raves
And you’re trying to change me
Still people in chains
But you’re trying to save me
Reframe me in some
More idyllic potential
But I only bend
If this ****’s elemental
A level I’ve weathered
Like severed headstone
In empyrean storms
Never further from home
So prescribe,
Analyze,
Rectify
What is flawed
I’m a human conditioned
To be the outlawed
For my presence alone
Lingers on like a clue
And my resonance
Revenants
Still plot the coup
109 · Oct 2018
Ijollee Hin Barbaaduu
Michael Marchese Oct 2018
Try to exist
And be one of the people
Pretending I'm equal
In effort I give
Just to live
And keep peaceful
Be calm with the kids
Who intrude into my
Personal introspection
And  pester me with
Their illiterate questions
Incessantly saying my name
Without aim
Without seeking to find
More that I might explain
I just wish they would go
Far away, and refrain
From frustrating me on to no end
In their game
Michael Marchese May 2020
I saw
How the world
Felt without her
Beside
The unbridled temptation
To soar through the sky
At the end of the earth
Where I still hear the chirping
Of never come home
And I never knew less
Than an age made of stone
But despite how I roam
Like a satellite phone
And the void beckons sweeter
Than her pheromone’s
Ceremonious coaxing
My psychosis
Host
Into melding together
Its empathy ghost
With her most
Incandescent
Vivaciousness
Spirit
I couldn’t quite overcome
Why I still fear it
109 · May 2018
The Vision’s Quest
Michael Marchese May 2018
Young shielded dove
Adorned in armor
Know your limits
You have flaws
You are mortal
You break laws
Imperfectly impermanent
You can not change the world
Just raise it on your shoulders
While you’re standing in the Underworld
Amongst the fallen soldiers
Just an Atlas Mountain boy
Conflicting with Olympus gods again
To reinstate the void
And burnin’ money like it’s nothin’
But the paper vapors puffin’
Chillin’ like a battle droid
‘Cuz all the Marvel war machines
Have all the DC jobs destroyed
109 · May 2019
A Shocking Lack of Power
Michael Marchese May 2019
So these are mysterious ways
That you work in
Letting there be light
But barely it's working
So dim is the bulb
No appliances charging
It's not even worth
Turning on
As I barge in
Excited, anticipating
What it brings
To devices long dormant
In futility
And my patience wears thin
As my frame ever thinner
When darkness is all
That comprises my dinner
Why can't it flow through
Unabated in full
Surging currents
That do
What they're supposed to do
It seems simple enough
All the power lines stand
So why doesn't it reach us
Precisely as planned
Economics allow
Is it too much to ask
For it
Right ******* now?!
108 · Nov 2020
Delaying the Inexorable
Michael Marchese Nov 2020
Cease to exist
Sounds much better than death
What the hell is left
Even to do
But regret
Or reflect I mean
You know,
Keep thinking
Could be
Or what could have been
Had I been
Internally
Set to leap
Into ready
As I’ll never need
The profession
Successes
The 1st world excesses
Unrest
In the rest of its
Climatic messes
Just nest with me here
For a little bit longer
Just sit with me,
Hear
In my heart
The warmonger
Michael Marchese May 2021
Informed to form
My firm opinion
Not my friend
Just yet
Regret
A little more
Before
Then talk,
I am the scarecrow
On the stalk
The laughing stock
Holders in stocks
And still I shock
The mock show
Trial
Dam nations
Like a sun of the Nile
Reviled for spreading
My virus papyrus
And bleeding peripheries
Dry of supplies
Like the juror within
Privatized little spies
Just bejeweled
In the severed crown’s
Israeli ties
Active, legit hot war in the Middle East’s last (and first?) pseudo-democratic holdout. Could get real. Stay tuned
108 · Apr 2024
All I Really Am
Michael Marchese Apr 2024
Boundless oblivion
Bound to infinitum
Now there is hatred
The uglier faces
The sides of myself
Even friends shouldn’t see
When revealed
They resemble
Infidelity
But I swear to you
Never a moment
Forsaken
Nor haven’t a heart
Left for any
Pain stake in
So drive it still further
Remind me I failed
If you feel I am merely
Betrayal
Unveiled
108 · Sep 2024
Metastasizing
Michael Marchese Sep 2024
When the answer
Is cancerous
Dancing with
Necromancy
My enchantress
Fragility
Life’s
Not so sacred
Encampment
And no academia
Harbors my kind
For the sickle
Anemia
Sharpens my mind  
And I put it right back
To the grindstone
Benign
108 · May 2023
Casino Economics
Michael Marchese May 2023
Gambles,
Addictions,
The vice and the *****
The sick
Twisted joke
Token
Go for broke
System,
Stay woke
And carouse
As you Google-eyed
Browse
For the quickest
Rich scheme,
Have a dream
Slot machine
But the 7s are 6s
And god’s
The mob’s green
It’ll rob
And reduce you
Like sirens
****** you
Induce your comeuppance
Then buried in debt
Drinking still
To forget
They persuade you
Upgrade
Or in vain
Place your bet
Like the same
Reservation’s
Pit Boss
Can attest
108 · Nov 2019
Mount Toba
Michael Marchese Nov 2019
Genealogically speaking
We’re seeking
To make a same species
Not separate
The strongest
From the weakling
Yet look to the past
Anthropologist’s view
And at any one time
Humankind
There was two
Different kinds
Coexisting, resisting
The other’s ascendance
To dominant man
So can we really blame
Those who don’t understand
That today the same “science”
Does not apply too
Are they really all racists
Eugenicists who
Feel supreme in their clan’s  
Rights to lines in the sands
That their ancestors drew
When for thousands of years
We looked equal enough
But when hungry and *****
Who cared of that stuff
If the fittest survive
Implies all alive things
Or just beasts in the jungles
Of lions and kings
108 · Jan 2018
Casper
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
Ahh there she is again
Still keeping me from being free
I guess my woven word-web wedding cake
Was sweeter than a fantasy
A piece of me, that makes me whole
And drizzled in perplexity
Philosophy in rich indulgent
Influential empathy
Delighted in the penetrating
Crave upon my opal mood
And for the autumn I exude
In comic sands of arctic chill
Alluding to my solitude
My howling to return to you
Across the dimly starlit room
And pull your constellations close
And hold you for eternity
Until my sinking shipwreck ghost
Forgets the anniversary
108 · Jun 2017
Storm Clouds
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
Remember I loved you more fiercely than lions
Though hubris imbued me my pride was of you
In how you loved me back and the sound of your laugh
For each crack of your smile could split me in two
And despite what I lacked and what I put you through
It was your grayest shades that so mixed with my blue
108 · Feb 2019
Romeo and Juliet
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
Who was she to he
Can we ever be sure
Do we really know
Really love
Really live for
Someone else to be special
Imprint on us charm
And disarm us of weapons
With which we do harm
To each other
In-lovers
Can never recover
If in coalescence
They do not discover
The secret identities
Even to them
Are uncertain
The roles that we play
Are pretend
Artifices
Illusions
Contusions
A bruise on the soft, silky
Smooth subterfuges
Deceit will eventually
Entropy coax
The dependency
Bend the knee
Vows to be broke
Or discordant performance’s
Suicide notes
108 · Nov 2020
Population Control
Michael Marchese Nov 2020
There’s people right?
They eat a lot
Consumer culture
Juggernaut
Robotic in
Its can’t be stopped
Until the systems that have propped
Up profit’s
Propaganda plot
Are toppled on the chopping block
And left to rot,
The numbers drop
Like cold steel blight’s
Unyielding crop
And forged within the melting ***
An apex adaptation-wrought
Existence species
Dispossessed
Suppressed no more,
The hungriest
108 · Jul 2021
Despair Rations
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Push me to the brink
Deprive me
Mired in despondence
Drive me
Mad with grief,
Forlorn,
Rejected
Feed me nothing
But regressive
Failure
Cast me out
Alone,
Bury me
Away
Unknown
Forget I ever lived
At all
Delete
The writing on the wall
In shadows of
This urban sprawl
Resourcefully
To bed I crawl
And ever wake
Another day
Adapting to
The disarray
As if some kind
Of wild creature
Streamlining
My body
Sleeker
Weak at times
But mark my words
If need be I devour herds
Then seeking my next meal
Reveal
The rest
As hungry
As I feel
107 · Feb 2018
Consumerism in a Nutshell
Michael Marchese Feb 2018
Free to make your choices
No matter what the cost
The few grow rich
The most stay poor
The paradise is lost
107 · Nov 2018
Romulus
Michael Marchese Nov 2018
Used to be king of the world
Unbeknownst to you
Ruler of one
Into all
I was shown the truth
Youth was my edict
The law of the land
I decreed it and freed it
With sword clenched in hand
And commanded the finest
Contingency plan
Prosperous in a gilded age
Advent of man
Common in its exceptional
Privileges granted
For all a most plentiful harvest
Was planted
Supplanted the former theocracy
Waned
And in its wake logic and reason
Then reigned
As supreme as the beings
Extremely would dream
Of utopian unions
To be, I would deem
107 · Jan 2023
The Puppet Master
Michael Marchese Jan 2023
Light up my vast abyss please
Let me write it
And only
When lonely
Forlornly
Recite it
I’ve been there before
Where the peace becomes war
And in slumber
Restore
Torn from pages
Of Nevermore
Once again
Almost
As always
It fits
If I keep writing out to its
Ghastly misfits
Woe upon knowing
It goes without saying
The solace one feels
As if piously praying
Must sway us from
Wasting away
In our disarray
Wallowing
Following
Death to its
Darkest day
At its doorstep
Bereft
Nothing is left
What a mess
Have I kept
Unexpressed
For too long
Have repressed its inherent
Outspokenness song
And so this is my thing
My belongings
All packed
And unpacked
For the world to see
Living for
High by night
Writing
Serenity
107 · Feb 2021
Incompatibility Test
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
Feel like each one of these
Spells it out perfectly,
But I was seldom so down with this,
Living it up
In my basement,
Encased in
The still giving up
We were barely embraced
And yet here I am
Wasted
So spaced in
The depths
And because you
Still searching
Their infinite breadth
For the rhyme
That brings genuine
Heat
To this house
Or the one to clutch closer
Despondent in doubt
I was cold,
Very distant,
A strange
Estranged lover
The same way I am
As a son
And a brother
Alone
You must know
But I want everyone
To be similar, no?
107 · Apr 2022
Meaning What?
Michael Marchese Apr 2022
If I could keep writing
Indefinitely
I would go on denying
This not meant to be
Normalcy
By default
To a fault
I’ve resisted
Opposed it
Repudiated
Its existence
Since that implies
Sort of
Intent to control
The unfolding of life
From the afterbirth hole
To the hole in the ground
Have I ever been bound
To creation’s design?
And if so
Is there really no thought in my mind
That is mine
Of my choosing
My ego volition
Or merely the maker’s
Deliberate decision
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
107 · Feb 2022
The Show
Michael Marchese Feb 2022
Becoming a part
Of much larger
Than life
With the gods I grew up with
Commanding the night
And the lights were spasmodically
Slicing it bright
As the crowd coalesced
In an ecstasy
Entropy
Sound waves controlling us,
Moving us
Mentally
Physically flailing,
Unruly expression
We all brought the energized
Sonic aggression
United in movement
In moonlit catharsis
A metal head horde
All adorned in the darkness
Until the last body dropped
Non-stop frenetic
Enlivened
Inspiring
My most poetic
107 · Jul 2021
Freudulent
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Have it all figured out
Do you notice the silence?
The time is
Too late
And you haven’t surmised it
My guise is
Beside itself
Loathing devices
And you can not help me
The way she entices
My sociopathic
Traumatically
Psyche
Inducing illusory
Glands
To exuding
Some mental secretions
Of secrecies seeking
Someone to confide in
To hide in
You don’t care,
This session is over
Good day
And goodbye then
107 · Sep 2022
Reflections of an Altruist
Michael Marchese Sep 2022
There must still be destiny
Judgment upon us
Not always the enemy
Waiting to bomb us
Not putting my head
To these jobs
Any longer
Deliver me unto
The end of the story
And stronger grown from it
The roots of my glory

If there were once slaves
Tell me how it’s still made
The same way
A news ANCHOR
Can make you afraid
And if I could not speak
Would I live just to eat
Should I not pay the homeless
Asleep in the street
For my vanity
Certainly
Sates itself thusly
My heart is still beating
Just leaky and rusty

Yet empathy still
Spilling out from my wounds
And I don’t just inhabit,
I thrive in these tombs
Can’t control what they think
So conditioned to help
But to care,
Really care
Demands more of oneself
To prepare
For the barely
Still breathing
Of others
Like watching the end
Of the world
Without lovers
107 · Jul 2022
The Time Heist
Michael Marchese Jul 2022
Let it elapse
Watch it flashing right past
Before eyes
Mystified
At the days gone
Aghast
At how so much has changed
Even more
Stays the same
And I’m older than
Ever before
I became
Mortal man
In his fallible
Fallacy
Folly
He thinks himself tall
Falls for her
Out in Bali
Enthralled
By he finally found
What he sought
Although not even
Actively looking
He taught
All he could
Still remember
Not quite a contender
For any awards
Except bested surrender
With fervor
Befitting
A fiery sermon
And still retrofitting
The Fates
I determine
With what I envision
Revision,
Rewrite
And reclaim every page
Like a thief in the night
107 · Jul 2021
Love is...
Michael Marchese Jul 2021
Admire not always
Equating desire
I wanted to hear you
Appear to conspire
Against me
Preemptively tempting
Descent
Reinventions
Of tempestuousness
Lament
Unrelentingly
Holding me under,
Asunder,
Inside
In your presence
As placid as thunder
No wonder I stumbled
In humbling hubris
You needed no man,
Little boy,
And you knew this
Exuded it
True to your word
From the horse’s mouth
Thinnin’ the ranks
Of the herd
And that one’s for you
Out there
Without me
Succeeding
Exceedingly
Stick to your guns
Without bleeding
And that’s where the peace became
Nothing remains,
I would bathe
In a river of it
To reclaim
Your attentive
Retention
Of my complete
Sentience
And still even now
Can’t complete a whole sentence
107 · Jan 14
Dread of the Luddite
The soul
Problem, child
Is central to me
For the only known
Undertone
Anxiety
In its ominous
Overblown
Clinically ill
Pharmaceutical
Profits
Don’t stop
Pop a pill
Just sit still
And sit back
With your head up straight
Automate
Autocrat
Technopath
Endlessly innovate
Paths to destruction
The masses
Production
Outweighing
The take home pay
Painstaking
Day by day
Gruelingly
Grinding
Their bodies
And minds
Away
107 · Aug 2019
Phantom Romantic
Michael Marchese Aug 2019
Of all the things I’ve ever wanted
She alone is thee most vaunted
Daunting just to think about
The way she could
Leave me without
So much as breath
Swept up and left
For dead
Bereft
Of any longer coveting
The call of sirens beckoning
A reckoning
They can’t contain
Can’t fathom
Whispering my name
Seduction’s winner-
Take-all game
I’ve played
And won
And tied
And lost
Too many times
To count the cost
And so instead
Refused to spend
Another dime
On bedded dread
For freely she
Still haunts my head
107 · Aug 2023
Folk Traditions
Michael Marchese Aug 2023
That’s all we ever were
At the beginning
And the end
From reservations
To the ad campaigns
Of bliss
Disinformation
Just Americans
Ahead of them
The dread of lesser nations
Ever conquerors
From wanderers
The squandering potential
On divisions
When the vision
At its best
Experimental  
Come together
When the weather seems
To mystify us all
And from the ashes of our ruins
We will grow
A shopping mall
106 · Aug 2017
Hereafter
Michael Marchese Aug 2017
If there are no answers
And there are no truths
Should we look to the heavens
Or dig up the roots
In our quest to find purpose
And meaning, and peace
Is it simply the moment
We let it all cease
When the thoughts slip away
And time drifts into space
Staring at the abyss
Then we exit this place
For a world where the riddles
Don't need to be solved
From some darker matters
These life forms evolved
And join them you shall
In the stardust again
To guide us all home
As a constellation
106 · Feb 2021
The Writer Dies at the End
Michael Marchese Feb 2021
You think you have talent,
Uniqueness,
A gift
An instinctive
Distinct
Perspicacious skill with
What so few have made living
An art form reform
When they couldn’t conform
To the unwritten norm
For you’re born in a system
Demanding you work
But in love with a world
That inspires this quirk
Yet requires you keep it
Concealed and repressed
And you can’t pay for food
By describing depressed
Maybe meet someone special,
Who tries to relate
But however wholeheartedly
Fails to equate
What this practiced,
Precocious,
Essential component
That constitutes genuine you
In the moment
Is saying,
Conveying
With their still delaying
To find the right words
To recite as you’re laying
In rest
For the rest of eternity
Was
Just absurdly,
Assuredly
Lacking because
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