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398 · Mar 2017
Erotic Fantasies
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
393 · Jan 2022
Unmade
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
Not trying to change you
Contain you
Or save you
Intentions are only
To learn
What unmade you...

Unmade...
And unmade...
And unmaiden
And bade you
Be bladed and crazed,
Come with irons and chains
And enraged
You engage me
And muses are played

And we sway and we stay
For a minute
Away
And we think of each other
I know it someway
393 · May 2017
The Risks of Gambling
Michael Marchese May 2017
All I seem to own is shame
When life's a pass-go paper game
Objective is to stay alive
Subjective is how we survive
When roulette is the system
And for-profit is the mission
Of conversion to the currency
Indulgences we currently
Feed into like a slot machine
For triple 7's 'cross the screen
The drama queens and heartless kings
A full house of the finer things
These yachts are really oil rigs
To riches of the mansion cigs
Coal hash it out before we melt
Or lose before your hand is dealt
'Cuz empty plates and stomachaches
Are all that waits our highest stakes
If penthouse playboys place their greed
On not-so blackjack sheep to lead
393 · Dec 2016
Spooky Stories
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
Howling to the werewolf moon
The only light I've shed
Upon my corpse bride's runaway
And zombies that I've fled
Running from vampiric tongues
That licked their lips and said
Forget me not the wicked witches'
Poisons that you've bled
Or Frankenstein creations
Of the afterlives you've led
And cemeteries searching for
A place to rest your head
Dressed in black the pallbearers
Of caskets that you dread
All manner of these elegies
You wrote when you were dead
Have ever been the only hands
To tuck you into bed
391 · Dec 2016
Megan
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
I never found it difficult  
Or struggled much to find
The words that could describe to you
The chaos of my mind
I just can't find the ones to say
Exactly how I feel
Or felt
Or will feel for you still

Your passion was an ocean
An ambition with no bounds
Tranquil rebel hurricane
Of righteous fury sounds
Your flare was of horizon suns
Untouchable devotion
To set upon the world in peace
And keep the earth in motion

We left no trace out in the woods
And got thrown out of bars
We burned oppressions to the ground
And then lit up the stars
We blew off doing homework
My house was next to yours
We just hung out like normal kids
Avoiding all their chores

You shared with me the benefits
Of vegan life subsistence
While I explained dimensions
Of a limitless existence
You were everything I wanted
In a serious decision
The perspective that I needed
To then clarify my vision

So never was it hard to be
An anarchist with you
Yet still defend and advocate
Moralities we knew
Still too good to be true
Was often how I'd feel
Wondering how could this woman
Possibly be real
390 · Jan 2017
Legolas
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Human desires
Cross seldom the mind
Of one who has shifted
The need paradigm
Yet often I find  
Myself craving a taste
Of her strawberry field
Or the diamond embraces
Of nothing is real

To think and to feel
Cascading emotion  
Is still but a drop
In infinity's ocean
Intangible quotient
The product of self
The sum of its parts
Is but dust on the shelf

And there lives an elf
Who communes with the trees
His arrows of wind
Sailing evergreen seas
As he writes eulogies
Detached from the world
For his dying earth mother
As time keeps on turning
Mankind on each other
389 · Sep 2016
Broken Glass Romance
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
If reflections of our faces
Mirrored uglinesses of our souls
Vanities of our embraces
Shimmering, ornate egos
Would reveal our grim disgraces
Fractured by this second glance
Shards that mark our darkest places
Cut us from this lecher’s trance
In crashing clangs
This loveless dance
Would end at last
For splitting pangs
Of true romance
Will shatter us like broken glass
389 · Jun 2021
The Challenger
Michael Marchese Jun 2021
Everyone’s so averse to solitude
But madness is more of a perpetual state
for me
Just varies in
Severities
And barely
Even
Scares me
Anymore
I’m more abnormal now
Aborted my ambition
And create instead
A battleground
387 · Oct 2021
Dot Dot Dot
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
384 · Jun 2017
The Mummy
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
It wanders restlessly released
In tombs of recently deceased
And surreptitiously it seeks
Just to be mortal once again
Sarcophagus of sinful skin

To hide the scarab-swarming flesh
An all-consuming nothingness
Falling to the floor and crawling
From a skulking skeleton
A rotting corpse of blending in

With those who see no form of pharoah
Decomposing in its marrow
Just disgust accruing dust
As time embalms its bones within
These pyramids they've never seen
383 · Dec 2021
Prince of the Communists
Michael Marchese Dec 2021
Trapped in the trip this time
Don’t let me out
I don’t want it to end
So don’t make me return
To where everything’s dead
Go on bending dimensions
As all becomes art
And interpreting
Doesn’t demand
I be smart
Just enlivened,
Enlightened,
My senses are heightened
By shifting-shape-shadows
No longer I’m frightened
Ignite as the music
Incites me to fervor
Incoming in waves
Ride the wake
Like a surfer
And wide awake
Snake through the slugs
In my way
On my blades,
In my grooves,
Just a child at play
383 · Dec 2016
The Visionary
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
The price would be more
Than a thousand word cost
To not paint the picture
Of paradise lost
Yet drawing the portrait's
Most ugly complexion
Erases the face's
Most vibrant reflection
So care must be taken
For how you will choose
To make a new world
Of all colors and hues
382 · Feb 2019
Seven Months
Michael Marchese Feb 2019
Seven months in country
Should consider myself lucky
That I made it this far,
Thus far strong
But not without
Problems along
The way
The same things
Different day
I came here seeking change
In vain
The dynamism
That I crave
To make my sinful soul
Worth saving
Keeps escaping
From my sight
Delusions waking
Me each night
Well-rested
Wrested
From my eyes
My cardiac,
Arrested, dies
Class-struggle-tested
Body lies
Somewhere no one
Will ever find
It rotting
Robotting
Going through the motions
Only
Fixing
Nothing's broken
Just the parts
And processors
That ever doubt
This all absurd
And words I choose
To make me human
Once again
Are ancient ruins
380 · Jun 2017
The Fortress of Solitude
Michael Marchese Jun 2017
A crown of over-confidence
So glistens like the sun bejeweled
In dragon scales and treasure hordes
My mane of roaring lion reigns
Renouncing claims to kingdoms ruled

A shield of perfect hubris
So adorns me in an armored pride
My sword was forged in misery
And sharpened on the jagged ledge
Of selfless ego suicide

A castle of my stoic walls
So rises to repel the siege
In here I will outlast them all
This stone cold keep is now my home
These dungeons I now call my liege
378 · Mar 2017
Devoid of Her
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 Mar 2019
Stop and think before
You take another step away
Consider what you leave behind
In venturing astray
Yet also what perhaps, you'd find
Out their beyond the known
You never know what self-discoveries
Are waiting to be shown
When they reveal themselves to you
You may be pleased
You left your home
Or may in longing to return to it
Get lost and feel alone
But the adventure
Yes, the journey
Is a lesson to be learned
So I exhort your curiosity
To leave no stone unturned
And never fear what could be under
Heaping piles of facile
Easy roads that expedite
This life
As merely a time trial
For the walk
Within the park is nice
But why not roll
Good fortune's dice
Just once or twice
C'mon and test your luck
And what your future has in store
Or what you make of it
In tirelessly
Searching,
Seeking more
376 · Mar 2021
Freeze Frame
Michael Marchese Mar 2021
Talk about what?
At the end of such times
Like the world’s almost over
Awaiting to die
Always me
What I say
To the other’s dismay
Then alone, contemplate
What was left to convey
Put it all on the table
Unstable
And shaking
So scared I would hurt you
And lust in the taking
Of hearts again
Never mend
Once in the breaking
Of winters,
And razors,
To roses in bloom
Spilling deep in its dissonance
Lighten the mood
Wanted to
Be renewing you
There when you fell
When you laughed,
When you cried,
When you reveled in hell
I would dwell in your spelling
And check every line
For a rhyme out of place
In your orderly mind
With its elegant, urbane,
Eclectic design
Like an image instilled
In a frozen tomorrow,
A bundle of sticks
And elixirs of sorrow
A twist in the system,
A matrix glitch dude
And you knew that I was
Always in such a mood
375 · Apr 2017
Syria
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
If words could bring these people peace
Or freedom from Assad
I'd write a dissertation
Of my hatred for a God
Who turns his back
On bombs and blood
That paint these streets
In tears that flood
My veins with all the sorrow
Of these angels as they weep
For the fallen and the taken
For the homes obliterated
Into rubble of forsaken
Orphaned children mutilated
They awaken to the nightmare
Of their dreams asphyxiated
Choking on the dust of youth
Like infants you have fated
To starvation, dehydration
Desolation of creation
With no cause or explanation
Show your Holy Ghost and state it
******* coward, indicate it
Tell these people why you've waited
Tolerated these atrocities
That you have detonated
On the prayers as reciprocities
For faith still unabated
In their father of salvation
Power-drunk on condemnation
An abusive and neglectful beast
A sodomite of ****** daughters
Ravager of Mother Earth
You lead your sheep to slaughters
375 · Jul 2017
Gengar
Michael Marchese Jul 2017
I stalk these halls
And walk through walls
My grin is shivers down the spine
My skin is ectoplasmic wine
I slip beneath your cellar door
Then lock you in my nevermore
My form is but a shapeless mass
Composed of those who've come to pass
I am the ghastly, haunting fiends
That feast upon your sweetest dreams
Michael Marchese Apr 2023
Illusory solace
Is sadness at peace
Though some shred of subversion
I’ve yet to unleash
In its rabid
Hysteria
Yearns to be free
But society
Renders it
Tranquility
For contenders to thrones
Highly coveted
Cling
To a power
Imbalance
Not fit for a king
They would sooner see fear
Run amok
In the streets
And appease its bloodlust
By the number of seats
That their side of the
I’ll
Serve merely
Myself
Or the party,
The lobby,
The way of the belt
372 · Dec 2017
The Orator
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
The depths themselves can’t fathom famine
Blood and iron winter storms
The screaming babies feeding flames
Of war and peace in all its forms
Where each exists the other lives
Combined they are the revolution’s
Radical Islamic bombs
And multi-state solutions
From imperial republics
Of democracy disguises
If the unelected leader
Is the one who compromises
The ambition and the vision
Of the world he still believes
With all the violence and the anger
From injustice he perceives
As inequality of faith
At the expense of every choice
And so instead he learns to speak in
Every people-powered voice
369 · Jan 2017
Inauguration Frustration
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
No sun today awakes me
To a country I don't know
No solace in the overcast
Shadows you impose
Upon the dreams of old
Only nightmares now unfold
Disguised as flags of patriotic
Stories never told
By your tongue of solid gold
Your wealth piled by the load
When all the soldiers had to go
Did you humble your abode?
No, you left us in the cold
And only got us fired
On a ******* tv show

While you sat upon your throne
And thought your little thoughts,
Licked your little fingers dry
Of all the wars we've fought
In the streets you've never sought
To help rebuild the crumbling structures
Just the ones you'd bought
And only sold your soul
To the devils you hath wrought
Deep inside you're black as coal
The gaping hole within this plot
Americans that you see not
In a mind so closed and rotten
To the shallows of its core
Lies these faces all forgotten

*All these words are nothing more
369 · Aug 2018
Is...
Michael Marchese Aug 2018
Words have such a funny little way
Of saying just enough
A means through which the end conveys
Intangible dimension stuff
Composed of immaterial
Surrealist bits and pieces
Decomposing in ethereal
Extinction level species
At the pinnacle of pensive
We incessantly conceive
Perceptions formed in the defense of
Higher beings we believe
And often give it all to see
Their rightful place among the stars
And as we fell the final tree
We do it all again on Mars
As discontent with our successes
As we are amidst the bliss
Of failure’s most enlightened guesses
To elucidate what any of this
Is...
Michael Marchese Mar 2022
What could be keeping her
Fingers from texting
A few simple words
It’s absurd
And most vexing
To know she does nothing
But sulk and consume
In her room
But entombs me
In silence and gloom
Then accompanies others
Who don’t really care
Who don’t hurt with her
Worthless
In death and despair
Just impairing her judgment
In mindless libations
Her self-delude,
Self-destruct,
Numbing sensations
Pretending it’s magic
And mystic
Depression
She is an addiction
A vice
An obsession
I can
Live without
Just afraid of her gone
Was it all
Really meaningless
Fiends all along
Just regretting
Embedding
Their secrets in song
368 · Dec 2017
The Cold Warrior
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
You have to let the thinkers think
The dreamers dream
The speakers speak
The schemers scheme
The wolves among us feast on sheep
The shepherds teach them how to reap
The harvest of community
The plenty space for unity
If being free is what we want
Equality must be the need
Prioritized beyond our profit
Mass-producing greed machine
Still colonizing everything
Then selling you the diamond ring
The social contract theory bomb
The buffer states that look like Guam
And from the satellites they beam
That perfect family fifties feeling
Reaching for your credit card
With isolation’s *** appealing
Movie star aestheticism
Gaping black hole fetishism
Whispering it’s holiest
Pale ghosts of fascist soviets
Still letting all the thinkers think
The dreamers dream
The speakers speak
The schemers scheme

As money sorts the in-between
Michael Marchese Jul 2023
Can’t give up
Reaching for
Seeking
A meeting
Convening with clarity
All the more fleeting
The seating is limited
Lighting gets dim
And obscuring its absence
Oblivion grim
Underpinned
By the fins
Circling as I swim
Overtones
Of imploding
Corrosive
Head spins
Barely scratching the surface
Of where to begin
When I’m out on a limb
Saying
Find what is lost
But before you sell souls
Please consider the cost
Michael Marchese Dec 2017
Opening my mind so wide
That everything inside spills out
Realities are torn in two
In unifying ego doubt
That what I seek within, without
Is merely an illusory conclusion
To this happiness delusion
In a coalescent rift I feel it shifting
From my body to the universe
Diverse in its expansive, awesome infinitely gifted curse
In me and you and Earth exists
Now after life is meaningless
Except something of nothingness
Where my amorphous satellite
Of consciousness remains in flight
365 · May 2017
Artax
Michael Marchese May 2017
My old, faithful friend
Don't give in to the sorrow
Without now and then
There can be no tomorrow  
To see them again
363 · Apr 2019
The Archivist
Michael Marchese Apr 2019
Just one of the misfits
The mystics
The mythic
Enthusiasts  scripting
My own hieroglyphic
Codex to keep written
Recordings
Just jot
A few thoughts
Down each day
To see how they all look
Rearranged on the page
And that even I can't
Comprehend of this message
Perhaps in the future
Invaluable lesson
Is gleamed
From what seems
To be power mad schemes
But this world I will leave
Having not conquered even
A parcel of land
For I already hold
The whole world in my hand
362 · May 2018
The Alone Industry
Michael Marchese May 2018
Not saying I like it
Just how that it works
The deletist type brightest
In caverns we lurks
And we hungers
And wonders
Why these rolling thunders
Still storm through the deserts
And homes torn asunder
The poorest pulled under
The war is swept under
The covers
The monsters and terrors are out there
Two lovers
Come back here to make a new start
Some new art
Then the silence between them
Just rips it apart
Like Cupid is cute but he’s stupid
The truth
Is the fear
That your heart doesn’t really or actually break
But some dreamer just takes it and makes it awake
Like you finally care about
Some other thought
You’re no longer concerned with
The ones you were taught
In the eyes turned to stone
By the furies they wrought
Upon ignorance
All the injustice perceived
In a world lost together
In us we’d believe
That it’s all meant to be
There was you, there was me
And from there it was frozen
And stranded at sea
For there’s always the one
That you just want to lie with,
Always the one that you still want to try with,
Always the one that your spilling guts cry with,
Always the one you so perfectly vibe with,
Always the one you can’t stop the goodbyes with,
Always the one you would **** to survive with,
Never the one that you ever will DIE WITH
362 · Nov 2016
Force of Nature
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
I walk through life's
Final frontier
I tread on death's
Devoid of fear

A Black Plague rat
A great white shark  
I am the depths
And caverns dark

A dormant rage
Volcano lair
Don't wake my sleeping
Grizzly bear

Or he will smash
This buzzing hive
And eat the honey
They contrive

Each saddled mustang  
Spirit freed
Mere show ponies
To my stampede

Which fills this earth's
Tectonic plates
With rumblings from
My stomach quakes

Raised by wolfpacts
Of my youth
To share the fruits
Of sun-kissed truth

To teach the herds
To reach these peaks
And paint the skies
With toucan beaks

Yet still my rose
Adds one more thorn
Each time you steal
My tusk and horn

So wildfire
Blood is ice
I thunder strike  
The same place twice  

A crown of sticks  
And sharpened stone    
The roots of my
Sequoia throne

Just try and tame
My lion's mane
You'll get lost in
My jungle brain

The hurricanes
No floods can cease
Emoceanal
Disasterpiece

My eagle wings
Embrace the squall  
I trip on shrooms
Then waterfall

A monkey see
Just doing me
Without this pen
A chimpanzee
361 · Apr 2017
Sacrosanctimonious
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
Heaven is no place to rest
Or acquiesce to ignorance
More sacred than thou's holiest
Oblivious omniscience

A bliss you think you understand
The powers of each son of man
Entitle him to own this land
As kingdoms under one command

Usurp the throne to which your bounds
Have left you chained to lesser crowns
Then take your highest mortal grounds
And put them down with dogma hounds

Look around and feel the earth
Absolve you of all sin and worth
Desire tombs devalued dirt
Has ever been your afterbirth

Just cut the cord and leave the den  
The lone wolves pen this story's end
While counting sheep just play pretend  
That lion's share the true godsend
361 · Jan 2018
Orpheus
Michael Marchese Jan 2018
Where heroes go I may not know
Nor dare I venture even guess
How any of the guilty rest
Within unending Hades woe

Yet wandering the shores of Styx
I’ve written tales of gallantry
Befitting none more valiantly
Resisting this infernal bliss

Still waiting for the veil to lift
On maenads vying for this verse
Compassion is my lover’s curse
To them my empathy a gift

But wicked thieves ensnare my heart
Still stained in shadow’s lyric ink
The instrumental missing link
Is little more than broken art

To after living’s parallel
Bemusing state ecstatic trance
Revealing after second glance
My spirit freed in Asphodel
360 · Oct 2021
Amanuensis
Michael Marchese Oct 2021
How does he keep
Finding pieces to write
They can pay him
A pittance
And still he’d recite
What he’d rather leave buried
Prefer go unheard
Introversions
Keep turning
The unwritten word
To the vanishing
Verbal
No longer
Preserved
In internal
Immortalized
Me
Exclusivities
Shared only when
I’m in moody
Declivities
Or if so prompted
To humor requests
Or else leave me
The blanks
And I’ll fill in the rest
358 · Nov 2017
Gun Control
Michael Marchese Nov 2017
Turn to the tyrants in your desperation
Then bow to the despots who promise salvation
To make a great nation again just be patient
The sickness and hunger and carnage
Is ancient
So just keep on waiting
And praying and voting
For new revolutions
To end the scapegoating
Promoting of puppets who serve in the ranks
Of the NRA super pacs thinking of tanks
Before hospitals, schools and a job on the line
When the self-serving interests know only the grind
Of the country club, mansion and stock-******* life
And the left is in pockets of whites on the right
And now dark is the night and it never sees dawn
Just a loaded handgun to what’s already gone
358 · Dec 2016
Ghosts
Michael Marchese Dec 2016
This empty room
Is full of ghosts
Slurring words and wedding toasts
Dancing in the frail moonlight
Of one more bump within the night
And bedsheets are the masquerade
For this loveless promenade
Restless souls alone in crowds
Ectoplasmic brain storm clouds
Projections in an astral plane
Where life is but a spectral feign
Of Casper's friendliest disguise
To drown our haunting banshee cries
How dead inside we really feel
Another sip may soon reveal
357 · Sep 2016
Medusa
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Medusa my muse
Can you not be alone
Do you need me to choose
How you turn me to stone

No venom laments
Or cold, lifeless stare
Could halt my attempts
To freeze in your glare

Your hair although snakes
Your scales worn in shame
Your frigid heart breaks
Claiming mine all the same

Your mirrored dejection
Remaining concealed
But beauty reflects in
My Perseus shield

I let down my guard
And lower my blade
The gods left you scarred
And ravaged, unmade

Poseidon's fell sin
Athena's wrath scorn
Only hardens my skin
To match your sad form

In cavernous depths
I see your true face  
Now take my last breaths
With your gorgon embrace

Medusa your gaze
Be it mine alone
Show me the ways
You can turn me to stone
356 · Jan 2024
Overeating
Michael Marchese Jan 2024
You’d think by now
I’d overcome
My undoing
Reclusive
Obtuse
Of no use
Just consuming
Indulgently,
Carelessly,
Selfishly
Sating
My lust
For the never enough
Stuff I’m craving
But they could all watch me
To no end devour
Avert their gaze
Flee from my gaping jaws
Cower
Before my voracious
Most wasteful
Disdain
In its hungry indifference
Treats them
All the same
356 · Nov 2016
Dying Suns/Copernicus
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
356 · Jan 2023
Know Regrets
Michael Marchese Jan 2023
Wearily
Wearing thin
Skin
I begin
To default to
Defensive positions
Less frequently
Mishaps,
Mistakes,
And misfortune
Still teaching me
Better than any
Successes
I’ve wrested
From jaws of defeat
My integrity tested
Surrender,
Abandon,
All ethical bent
As incensed
Becomes sorrow’s
Tomorrow lament
356 · Feb 2017
Zeitgeist
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Tonight I looked into
An overdue doubt
Of mythic proportions
So come check it out

Of this federal system
Reserving its heist
For the terrified hostages'
Crisis zeitgeist

These zodiac killers
Who keep turning pages
In all of these doctrines
Is one for the ages

Immaculate in
It's deception conceptions
Omnipotent forces
Controlling elections

And rigging the game
For the bishops and crooks
To build their empires
On stacks of these books

Which sell like hot cakes  
They claimed were the towers
Of ivory patriots
Sharing their powers

When really the lies
Are as old as the story
Enslaving the masses
Since gold, god, and glory

First hungered for many
A few white horse christians
Waging their wars
Through apocalypse fictions

Then spreading the plagues
With addictive distractions
Dividing the factions
With taxing subtractions

And billing our rights
Constituting their claim
Must govern the people
In image and name

In his kingdom of fear
No home for the brave
When freedom is buried
In salvation's grave

Dug for the masses
And martyr's who bled
From the hole fatal truth
In the back of their head
356 · Sep 2017
Gaea
Michael Marchese Sep 2017
My core is of metal
My heart is of fleece
My brain is at war
But my mind is at peace
I have come here to teach
But I still feel a student
For only in forgotten tongues
Am I fluent
And all I remember
Has not come to pass
And all I have learned
Was unlearned after class
Because knowledge is power
But none of it real
Except the textile's
Unfortunate wheel
And in this exile
I dwell on her still
Still enslaved to the loom
And the field, and the whip
Still bound to the chains
Of my Amistad ship
And if conscience is clear
Then my guilt is the sea
Now for her I drown
In this humanity
So perhaps I may save us
A dance in Elysium
A single mere taste
Of her garden of Eden
The one I have wandered
Alone in the skies
As her waterfalls poured
From my mystified eyes
Her celestial voice
Whispered into my ear
Ven conmigo mi amor
You have nothing to fear
Then she made me a man
With the soul of a beast
And together we dined
On love's bountiful feast
355 · Jan 2022
Waiting
Michael Marchese Jan 2022
Then I wrote you this text
After days
It feels waiting
The what is she doing
To my contemplating
And now it is later
And later
Creating
I’m just
Cosmic dust
And I rust
In her fading
353 · Jan 2017
How to Save the World
Michael Marchese Jan 2017
Spellbound by her radiance
My blue natural resourceress
My damsel in distress goddess
Her Amazoness princess kiss
Casts no drought apocalips
As her spoiled kids languish
In their ignorance is bliss
I try to dry her eyes' anguish

Of floods that pour from existence
Human condition hurricanes
Of pain her tempests weep in vain
As tears of capital disdain
To wash away the stain of gain
Poisoning her brain again
Pollute her womb's bloom as we play
This methane game another day

And force her to create instead
Four horsemen mounting steeds of dread
Nightmares that run the greed stampede
That sleep in heads and soil beds
And reap the dead and dying seeds
The growing hungry mouths to feed
Exceed the planting fruited trees
Still we believe we need not grieve  

Or mourn the lesser lost species
Mere casualties to devil's deeds
And all the weeds of Eden's Eve
At its root but one deceives
And fells her to bereaving knees
Where mortals know not what it means
To taste the breeze her spirit frees
Into the wilderness of dreams

This Holy Ghost is serpentine  
Forked-tongue, snake-oiled fear machine
Robotic slaves to industries
Still fueled by God complexities
With processors that just don't see
Or hear her songs of harmony
Life's ever-beating melody
She gives us temporarily
351 · Feb 2017
Private Parts
Michael Marchese Feb 2017
Entrust me with yours
Then I'll show you mine
In time, and in return I ask
Please keep them to yourself  
For I share them all in confidence
Only with my midnight muse
Clandestine common senses
But my daybreak heart betrays
These covert black ops missions
And free speech end transmissions
Are but fake news to my secret codes
In messages to save this world
By over-writing border walls
To reach my girl enclosed behind
Her loosened lipstick gossip stalls
No rumors of my wedding vows
Just passing notes in class
For small-talk minded pleasantries
The distance in between these desks
I cirle only yes to ***
For deeper in the libraries
Of my unrest, a new behest
Still checks me out without request
For overdue confessions
Speaking unrequited volumes
To my hard-cover depressions
Introspections leather-bound
By ancient lore transgressions
In my most restricted sections
Still each page she turns to understand
The mysteries contained inside
This sacred pen within my hand
350 · Sep 2016
Weapon of Mass Corruption
Michael Marchese Sep 2016
Vaporized
Nuclear skies
Dehumanized
Before your eyes
Let shadows stain
Your throne of lies
And downfall reigns
Fill your warhead
With haunting cries
Of burning dread
When no replies
Or tears are shed
For the melted, faceless dead
No peace is spread
No words revised
In treaties forcing all complies
Pledge to disarm
Then supersize
The god complex
Hellbent disguise
Is worn instead
As profits rise
For sycophantic
Suits and ties
The circling vultures' hunger fed
On stuffing pocket carnage prize
Then hollow carcass speech is read
And every empty promise said
Selling us this freedom guise
While purchasing our dark demise
And sharing it
With our allies
Until all cents of life is bled
At the expense of those who've pled
To end the violence
We devise
An age of terror we have led
As hate and fear in flesh embed
A fusion bomb
That greed has bred
The human race
Runs ever-red
Mankind erased
And in its stead
A fallout zone
Is our deathbed
347 · Nov 2024
Getting the Part
Michael Marchese Nov 2024
We all have a role to play
Function to perform
Within society
We try to be
A little less forlorn
About the whole entire
Universal
Existential
Crisis
Seeking purpose
From the worthless
Void
That even now
Must write this
Affirmation
Of self-righteousness
What validates the strife
A simple note
A memory
And in totality
Is life
346 · Nov 2016
Abstract Art
Michael Marchese Nov 2016
Now spilling I grieve   
For hourglass sands'
Last grain of denial
Has slipped through my hands
No longer to sift
Timeless, through her strands
As if I were mapping
Some uncharted lands

That drew me so near
To exhuming her chest  
X-marking the spot
With secrets confessed
Unearthing the treasures
Of feelings depressed
Removing the locks
As we coalesced

Two beats to appear  
Harmonized in this dance
Two bodies entwined
In twist of fate's chance
Two masquerades lifted
Unveiling romance
But of their true faces
A mere passing glance

An image unclear
Made blurry by shame  
Forever instilled
As picturesque pain
Shattered too soon to fix  
This fragile glass frame
We crashed in the fall
Like downpouring rain

Now after a year
Of splitting apart
How could these torn souls
Glue back to the start
How can you repaint
Two realist a heart  
When distance has made them
Estranged abstract art
346 · Apr 2017
Mnemosyne
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
Sometimes I fail you
But to your surprise
I could be the truth
In your whitest of lies
Though you poison my mind
With each drop I despise
I care not for her name
But I drown in those eyes

I can show you the steps
That you first took alone
I can ripple in time
With the skip of a stone
I am all you have seen
I am all you've been shown
I am yesterday's news
I am dinosaur bone

As you look to the future
I'm stuck in the past
Sometimes my reflection
Is all shattered glass
Like pieces of puzzles
In shadows you cast
I have been by your side
How you grew up so fast

Still here I am now
In your mind, out of sight
Invisible werewolf
More power at night
When I bathe in the glow
Of your faintest moonlight
Then a radiant dawn
Makes my phoenix ignite

When I carry your gifts
Into each present day
The dreams you recall
Are the ones I replay  
As you sift through the sands
Of these oceans astray
To find her again
Let me show you the way
346 · Apr 2017
Farewell
Michael Marchese Apr 2017
Though arduous, the journey
Now has come unto its end
My team, my guys, my family ties
Until we meet again
I will bear the weight of world's  
In every step I take
In every rebel yell I roar
In every day I wake
But as you have stood beside me
So you now provide me strength
To move these mountains
Yet to cross
And span these seas at length
For we have seen them rise and fall
And disappear behind us
Serving something more than self
These obstacles remind us
None too tall and vast and grim
Withstood the rolling tide
Through highs and lows
We found the beach
No storm could have denied
Now again I charge headlong
Into the great unknown
The blue and grey still looming
Though I'm never quite alone
For I have led you on my own
A drifting captain torn apart
Before I found a team that could
Command my wild heart
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