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About marcofreschi

I live in the Ocean and write poetry

A Confession to Happy Land

I’m doing it again, and I’m letting it happen Even though I know That in the end, the only one who gets Hurt, the real Loser, Is me. I can’t seem to stop destroying myself in a most unique way; Am I running? No; Am I crying? No; In fact, I feel Galvanized, and quite alive, Titanically aware of my existence, and yet, in this world where so many are not, I seem to be falling behind. Through these truths I have found myself in a place where I can’t make myself care about money or social institutions and it is this lack of concern which is destroying me. Now I cannot decide at this crossroads which path to follow; Just because the road I am on leads to destruction, does that make it wrong? My being sits, Calm as snow and still as Night, A peace I’ve never known, As I walk into oblivion, and cut myself to pieces. The contradiction of my current state perplexes me but does not scare me; There is no fear. The fact that I can recognize this paradox gives me Strength and smooths me like an Ocean-stone; And thus with clear mind and perfect peace, I selfdestruct.

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Time to Go

Let’s disappear

for more than a year,

and become less than a ghost

in the Ivory Coast.


End of Evolution

Systems evolve

and creature evolve

Situations evolve

As the planets revolve

Feelings evolve

and plants evolve

Relationships evolve

and then dissolve

Spirits evolve

and landscapes evolve

Conflicts evolve

and then resolve

But today,

the Earth stops it’s spinning

and the muzzles of the guns have

gone cold and quiet;

the clouds have frozen

and thought has halted

and inchworms

have stopped their inching.

This is the End of Evolution.


Old Blood

Old Blood

Movin Slow

inside my

Old Pipes,

Old Veins,

thick with

that Deep

Dark Blood

Flowin Slow

Pumped an Pushed

along by this

Old heart,

Old Hands Shakin

Tired of Gettin

Older every instant

Don’t get

Out much,

Stuck here in

this Old

House with

Old books

an Old ghosts

Murkin in

the corners

an along

Those Old

Wooden stairs,

Old halls,

an Old

photo-covered

Old Walls

Where the

Old black

Eyes of

Old, Dead

friends an Brothers

follow me,

watchin me

in everythin

I doin

with those

Old smiles

that ended

Long ago.

Old Blood an

Shakin Hands,

the whole worl

jus what I

can see

from Behind

Old moth-eaten’d

drapes and

old screens,

Quiverin Knuckles achin’

as they

wrap round

m knife

And A

final cry

that comes

out Old

quiet an dry

Nothin’s the

Same an I’m

the last

one left

O that

Old generation

‘xtink like

dinosaurs

Old History

writin down

in some

Old Book,

Not offin read,

just lyin

forgotted on

the shelf,

collekin dust

Sittin in

a pool O

Old Blood

Bleedin

Dyin

in an

old Chair in

an Old House

Thinkin how

Long’ll it

be ‘fore

some-un finds

One Old

Dead Man

who already

Died

years Ago


Imaginarium

Greetings, My inQuisitive Imagineers,

My So-journers and Spirit-ed Volunteers,

Consciousness, (and Less), Pioneers.

I am being sincere and,

though it may be unclear,

(and seemingly quite queer)

That I herald a message most severe,

no mere veneer,

but the Austere Premier of Idears!

So listen Closely with those rabbit ears

and Try to Listen close enough to Hear.

It is no joke that with-in you lies

A thousand million Rainbow ties,

Your immaculate,Invincible virgin Mind,

strung to Every particle, from here to the

End of Time!

And listen closely I implore,

for I feel you’ll like what I have in store;

The trick to it, you see,

(and I’m sure you’ll agree)

Is to pluck These Strings and

make them Sing

A song you want to Hear!

And no longer hold old  Reliances

upon the familiar laws of physical sciences,

but rather Unleash

this unreplicated Pastiche

and let the molecules

Therein begin

to strum and spin (even draw

a bow across them, like some atomic violin)

And follow the strings

Farther within

and The deeper you go in,

Encased in a Helix of lines,

Learn to read the rhymes and designs

and become redefined in kind

Until you’ve reached the Imaginarium,

A limitless Inter-Galactic planetarium

Such a Theatre as cannot be Found

Unless you make it right here

Rise out of the ground!

And You, my sweetling,

Are a Cosmic Conducter

of the percussion of a Supernovic Rupture!

And you are the Instructor who sings

and pulls upon the Threads of reality

Beyond the Euphoria of Sexuality,

Waving Hands to Orchestrate

as the Strings

of the Universe Reverberate

To the Music of the Nebula’s you Manipulate!

Symphonic, Harmonic,

Ultrasonic, Euphonic,

Electronic!

Let the instrumental stardust of Ecstasy

Set you Free

You Soothsayers

and Truth-sayers.

Imagineers, Grab a Wand

And make all that you see

What you want it to Be.


The Hunter (and His Trembling Prey)

If I were you,

I’d Slowly back away

and go Back the way

I came.

Wolves can sense Fear,

And You

Are Drenched in it

I Hear it Pulsing in your

Chest

And I can Taste it in

your Mouth

And, Let me tell you,

There is Very little

stopping Me

From Tearing out your

Weak, pale Throat

and Gorging on your

Lying Lungs.

To Me, People like

You

Are Prey.


I Remember The Day

I remember the day

that Washington burned,

And the bloody bits of JFK

still floating in

that Cuban bay

Hey, Hey, LBJ,

How many Kids

Did you Kill today?

Well, what can I say?

I wasn’t there to count ‘em.

Napalm and Vietnam,

and a broken Saigon

and Viet-cahn,

Now President Saddam

and a Hydrogen bomb;

War.

What is it good for?

Look down and be reminded by your stumps

that you Can’t

Stand Up for your rights,

You left your legs in Afghanistan,

Just like your Dad left His in Iran!

Wheres the Taliban? There they are!

In the twisted scalding nails

And bits of metal  in my Entrails!

In the desecrated monuments

And in the Veiled Females!

The Enemy is in my Head,

And if I shoot him Now,

He will be Dead.


Tombstone

Seal me Beneath the Earth

Away from all these People

In a muffled, older, lightless World

Take me under Deeper

to Catacombs untouched by Time

Away from Harm and Life and Rhyme

into a World of quiet Soil

beneath the Roots and Ancient oil

My path takes Me through these places

To Silent Close and Unseen spaces

Where the Oldest spirits Hide their Faces

Following that Hard stone Road

to the Centre of

the World I go

But Do Not try to Follow me

Down this pass no-one can See

and Leave no marker

Nor Grave upon the Surface

I cannot let those Above

know my Delving purpose

for Alone I tread to Darker,

Deeper Secret places

A journey with no Light to guide me

and A Hope no-one will Ever

Find me

So far underground,

There is

No Sound,

No Night or Day

and Here

I lay

at the very core of it all

My existance

Exhales

and my body fails

Here in this Under-world

of Shadow sages

and Earthen walls

and Stalactite cages

Hidden from the Eye

of everything up High,

it’s here that I lie

Beneath it all,

and then comes that long

Breath’d Sigh

and that final Diamond-Hard

Good-bye

In the Dark

with no way to discern,

To the Dirt

I will Return


Hold

What am I waiting for

if the only thing I have left

is this empty

Screaming

Fucking head?

What am I waiting for

when the very Land

on which I stand

is Dead

And my thoughts and ideas

have all been Bled?

What am I waiting for

when the Ghosts are closing in

and my bleating Heart has fled?

My Mind has Become

an Animal you see,

One I Fear

and It

Fears Me

Give me a Hold

in this sharp and

cold

wall of Rocks,

something that I can grip

and not

Cut Bleed or Slip

for the Fall

is far

into that

Petrifying Mist

and there is No

Coming back

from that black

Abyss.


Storm-Breaker

Storm-Breaker sits

amidst changing lands

Cold gray hands

of Sea-wind and sands

Pass through his hair

and Tear over his fair

Dense, stoic face

In changing Landscape

he remains in place

Mountains fall around him

and dungeons of icy water

seal Shut,

never to be reopened

lost in

Swimming emotions and

the gray of the Ocean’s

perpetual motion

The Storm-Breaker sits

Atop foam-crested throne

He goes alone

in His Ocean home

To meet with Fate

Titanic

Atlantic

hills

rolls, crests, spills

and his head fills

with the notion

that within this Ocean

there is no Law

and there is no God

But the waves and the wind

and he thinks with a grin,

This

is my

Kingdom.


Masters of the Universe

Let’s make History,

You and I.

Right here, right now,

Tonight

In this air, these stars,

This Night is ours!

Release these Wolves

and sound the alarms

This Night

is ours.

Take off that Mask to reveal

that beneath it all

Right now is Real.

Fire the guns and

Sunder the Seas!

Be everything you can be

Explode into a Supernova

of Ecstasy,

Colours and Sounds.

Breathe in Eternity

This Night is ours!

No turning back

A headstrong Attack

Challenging Everything you know

After all,

What have I got to show?

Turn to Face

Oblivion,

that’s all it takes.

One last Chance,

the dramatic climax,

The deep breathe before the plunge

This is it boys,

One last Lunge.

The institutions of law

Will fall at our feet!

And grovel in submissive defeat

Let’s make history,

you and I

This Night

So we may never die.

This is one for the Books!

They’ll write it down,

And all that it took

was to Burn this Town!

A night to remember

One last time,

So gather your courage

and all you have left,

And pack every fist full

of your last dying breathe

Because Tonight

We own the World

and tonight we will change it

and Life

is the edge of a knife

which the Universe rests on;

and Life

Is what ties us down,

a tether.

But we’ve found

A new way to live

Forever.

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Summer Nights

Down the path, and through the dunes of sea-grass and growth, past the foxes and crickets and gulls, down to the black beach, down to the Sea. The Moon lights the way, and ghosts are your guide On the quiet path to the Sea. Sand is cool, but the night is warm and alone you see the world in motion, Moon reflecting every motion, Every sound disappearing, caught by ghosts in the summer night, warm breeze lifts you as waves break in the summer night and the sea-grass sways with the wind beneath the stars and the salt-air Crying to the Sea in the summer night Where tears are lost, and ghosts

Are everywhere.


Crying In the Bathroom

They talk uncomfortably

about the way things should be

and small-town gossip

and big-world dreams,

after the insanity is ended

and hot-heads still steam,

Cold dinner on a plate

push it with the fork,

still tastes like hate

It’s hard to swallow

when collie-flower tastes

like sorrow;

Push in your chair

and walk up the stair

Your friend walks past and you

smile although

he knows

that the tears are impending

but he’s pretending not to see

the fragile autocracy

of an independent heart

broken to pieces,

fallen apart.

The facade of a grin

and the Everything’s fine

while you’re screaming within

and losing you Mind-

What a curious condition

that only Man can find;

withholding emotion

to shut out assistance

intriguing resistance

to a fight that is not there!

but up you go

to the top of the stair

and tell your family

that you don’t care,

nothing’s the matter

while inside you steadily

become sadder,

and you feel

sick to the core

just thinking about it,

close the bathroom door

(gently as to not make a fuss)

and you make sure it’s secure

before

you start to cry

the weight of the world

took a rest on your chest

and as you cry

you come to realize

That Man is a solitary creature


Guerrillero Heroico

Wild-eyes

Gleaming with

a Deadly pride

and with Unifying drive as his guide,

the Revolutionary seeks to find out why

these Capitalist octopuses Try

to exploit and buy

Innocent lives,

his Unimaginable motivation

and suicidal dedication

Is his own Enemies creation;

Latinos who can’t read

and pregnant woman who

Work until their fingers bleed,

It’s time for change!

Dictators, corruption, keeping us in chains!

exploitation and violence surrounds,

It’s time to get up off the ground!

Wasting our time fueling grinkos corporations

Brothers and sisters,

Pick up your gun!

Bullets and Blood calling his heart,

Hate is what makes The fire start

within his mind, Driving his advance

Action is the chance!

Brothers and Sisters!

can’t you see they must die?

Now Communists, Russians

with Ballistic missiles!

Defying the forces of inhumanity,

He’ll realize that He cannot Die;

deadly intelligence in his eye

Courage pulsing through his veins with every motion,

Proud, Stoic.

Admirable to sway emotion,

Determination as cannot be found!

Nothing will stand in his way,

traitors have a price to pay.

Animalistic, blood-thirsty hunger for

the heads of sadistic Leaders

who would betray their people

to blinding greed!

in His unstoppable onslaught he strives to lead

a people to victory but

Now they call me

Gruesome, ruthless,

However truthless

they may be, I am made

the Enemy;

When government is no longer ‘fair,’

Revolution

is in the Air,

and he will be there


Ocean

I Open my Eyes. The Sky is gray. Rain is wet against me. Wind Howls down empty streets. Hurricane.

I Open my Eyes. I see the World. Hear the distant Roar of the Ocean. Feel the rain. Smell the Sea. Taste Fear.

I Open my Eyes. Step into Liquid, cold. Cold. Cold like ice. Feel the Rain and Feel the Life racing through me.

I Open my Eyes. I See the World.


Enemies

Out here in the sand

when you don’t know who’s the Enemy and who’s a friend

and it f**ks with your head,

It’s hard to tell

What you’re fighting for

By the fourth tour,

When you’ve seen the Enemy’s father ask

“Why have you Killed my son?”

then you come and you tell Me

Who won


War

pounding

sounding in the distance

the drumroll starts,

feel it Beckoning

to your heart.

Drums, Drums,

the Wolves of War

Blood and Iron, sword and

Thundering Roar,

Slaughter, hands

slick with Gore!

Moving to

the drumroll of War,

Glory, Death and Murder-joy,

Come now lad,

off my boy!

Kill, stab, burn, Destroy!

Off we go boys, to

answer War!

Drums, drums!

rolling in your Heart,

don’t you want to

do your Part?

The acrid smell of

Gunpowder wakes Demons

in your Heart!

The Flames climb high

and homesteads Burn

Grab a women,

Take a turn!

Brutalize, Rape, Hurt, Take!

Drums, Drums!

The Animal call!

Screaming, grieving,

Pulling us All

A Maelstrom of Devastation!

an ignorant people’s Manipulated

Frustration

Drums, Drums,

Booming, Dooming

Land and body,

Spirit and Mind,

and tender feelings

Stripped from inside;

Drumrolls of War

Spilling over the Hills,

But

it’s Humankind

who Kills


Monsters

“I am Afraid of Monsters,”

jeered the boy to his Father

clothed in skins

“Don’t be,” He replied

with a grin

as he tore the flesh from the bone

with his Teeth, and

Blood rolled down his Chin.

“There’s no such thing.”


Invisible (for the Forgotten and the Victims of Searing Injustice)

Nobody seems to care for

What cannot be Seen

But when I look into the Mirror,

I don’t only see Me and

It cannot be Clearer

that I am but a function of We.

No one can Decieve

Nor make me Believe

that my Mind is a Sieve

To make me Live as a Piece

of this Hideous machine

That turns it’s Insidious,

Vacant Engines

with it’s Darkly

Suicidal Intentions,

think not of those

Who Find others to Blame

but Seek the depraved

and Lose my own Name to

Leave the whole World

Decaying in Shame

and look up to the Stars

and Beyond the Tame

Cities broken Boondox

Terrestrial shattered

Civilized Paradox

The Things I See when the Lights go Out

Fascinatingly, Terrifying

It doesn’t matter, shut them Out

These ghosts in my Head

That I cannot get out

Titanic Mistakes which

I did make

and though my Life is Not empty

It’s still far from Full

Those who are Forgotten

my Soul still does Pull

closer ever to my Heart

Which is not One

But billions tied

To All who suffer and

All those who Cry

And When my Eyes are shut

I Still can see

The Victims right

In front of me

Those who are blind

and Narrow in Mind

never think to care

For whats Righteous or Fair

And if you’ve been to the bottom

Can you comprehend what’s on top?

Dark, red Blood on

a Long, cold Blade

and All of the Ghosts

Suddenly

Fade


Others

In deepest Night,

when all are asleep

is when they come,

up the flight

of shadow-stair

silent and fleet

Cloaked in black,

Quiet as the breath

of a slumbering child,

Down the Hall,

soundlessly gliding

Quietly

into the bed-chambers

of my family

And there they stand,

not breathing, sensationless

Diabolic yet infinitely patient

standing

staring from shadowed faces

no eyes but still they are watching,

in Deepest night

the clock reads three

I am awake, eyes squeezed

Shut

but

I know there is one standing,

and its

Looking

at me.


Ocean Bird

Ocean Bird soars

past gates and Doors

Past ports and towns,

Past smiles and frowns

Over the World’s troubles

Gliding effortless and subtle

In the strobe of the light

Of Sunshine morning, Glory flight

Ocean Bird soars

Past dark shadowed Moors,

Past caves by the coasts

Over lonely Ghosts

Out to the Sea

Of Joyous uncertainty,

Ocean Bird soars

To Heavenly lures

Past the dark storm cloud,

Past the Mean-eyed crowd

Past the dangerous waters

Till white snow covers

The Docks and the piers

And the daylight clears

Every cloud from the Skies

Opening up the Wanderer’s Eyes,

Ocean Bird soars

With a Soul so Pure!

Past the white-capped foam,

He’s found a Home


Wolfs Don’t Cry

Wolfs don’t cry,

They greet Slaughter with mirth

Wolfs don’t sigh

They fight from birth

No one tells Wolfs what not to do

If you try, We’ll kill you too.

Wolfs meet challengers

with Tooth and Claw

Wolfs rip them apart

With bloodied maw.

Wolfs tear out the bad-guys lungs,

Wolfs clean their paws with Triumphant tongues

Wolfs don’t fall away from Villain or Foe

Wolfs eat their Fucking marrow!

In Fearless Night,

Wolfs run free in Wild snow

Although, if Wolfs don’t Cry,

Then why do I?


Calling All Angels

Calling All Angels

We Need you Now,

suddenly more

then ever somehow.


A Prayer For Christmas Eve

On Christmas Eve when eyelids sink and Head does Nod, I look out my window to Behold my God, On quiet Night, beneath Perfect Sky, Is time to remember Those who cry,  And send out a Prayer for those Victims of Injustice and what is not ‘Fair’, those without a family With which this Night to Share, Let them know they are not Forgotten On Eve of Day ere Christ’s begotten. Those who suffer Mental illness or battle the demons of addiction and those infirmed with physical ailment or affliction give tender love and care and do not let their hearts despair, and to those who live where danger Fear and Violence reign, ease their sorrows, Woes and pain, this Christmas Eve remember those who had to leave and go up to that quiet sky, rejoice in those who live in memory of those who die, and let those who are Invisible be seen, to highest thrones lift them from shameful slums unclean, As I drift off to sleep, these secret hopes my Heart will keep this Christmas Eve I pray, let all the World behold

A glorious Christmas Day


Deviance

When the result is Success,

How can I be Wrong,

And How can there be Progress

If we Never change the Song?

How can Someone See

If their Eyes are Halfway shut,

And How can something Be

If it’s throat is Always Cut?

What makes Good,

And What makes Bad,

If Holy-men Killed, would

Criminals be Sad?

If there were no Bloodshed

Then Nations could Not Rise,

And How could Trees Grow

If Nothing ever Dies?

Lubricity and Deviance

Metastasize like a Cancer,

A Mournful,

Blissful Grievance

Smiling with

the Answer


Suits and Ties

Open Eyes

And Walking into

Suits and Ties

Wondering who

Sees the Lies

If one Knew

Individuality Dies,

Those who do

Open Eyes

(I am one too,

as I realize)

Can Only Feel blue,

And sometimes cries

As we march out the Doors,

Into Suits and Ties


Mountain Man

A Mountain Man with Grizzly Eyes

Lives on Land in Mountains High

He runs like a Beast and

Beneath the Starlit Sky he sleeps

Mountain Man in Mountains High

In love with Wilderness Uncivilized

Screams at the Trees and

Howls with the Wind

In Wilderness Uncivilized,

Until one Day

Men take him Away

From his Land beneath the Sky

And Dress Him in clothes and

bring him to the Town

There they tell the Mountain Man

To sleep in House and wear Hat and Buttoned

Jacket,

The Mountain Man drinks Whiskey and Wine

and People all say

How He’s doing Fine,

All Dressed up and Drinking the wine

But at Night the Mountain Man can

Still see the stars

And he knows that beyond the Cold, Stone walls

of Chaotic civilized Town,

There was the Mountain

And when he is in bed he sobs quietly

the tears roll Down his Roughened skin

But the Men of the Town

had said it’s a Sin

To live where there is No God

So the Mountain Man stayed and

Lived out his Days

In the Barbarically civilized Town

And at Night his very Soul would Ache and

silently He cried

Quietly and All Alone until

Mountain Man had

Died


Havoc

Down Desert Road,

Beneath hot scorching sun,

Dusty air fills rasping lungs

Eyes squinted against bright, bleached sand

In naked, ruined, forgotten land

Empty streets where Hope is vacant

and even forgiving God has forsaken

Where a child is hidden in a

Dark lightless basement

while white women sleep

In a plush white bed so sweet

When fires burn in godless streets

and Wild Men scream at a night with no stars

from bullet-ridden frames of skeletal cars

Murdering, raping, consuming

with Hearts unmoving

The remnants of a once proud people

now Broken and lost

to the Hideous costs

of greed and becoming Rapacious

once pious now Faithless,

In Hellish wastes

materialistic Visions of a white races

Still burning Hatreds

In Forgotten land

Where even now

In empty dream

A sinner screams

out to the Sky

for Punishment but receives none

But the Shit in his own Mind

then tell me who the Fuck really won?

When murderers fall to knees

and from bleeding Lips

come crying Pleas

and spilling Hallelujah

To the only thing they can still

Pretend they believe in

And Violently

Wretchedly

he slumps down to the dirt

In a tearless

Empty

Lifeless cry

and all the World

could not care

Why


Frontier

Out into the Frontier

We ride

Our Hearts filled with Fear

And Foolish Pride

Into broken Horizon

And slate coloured Waves

Rain pours on

Over hollow caves

Of water and Cold

The roll of Thunder

Seals our Last oathe sold

To skeleton hands that drag us under

The moving hills are tombs

In the place that is Never still,

Where Liquid Mountains boom

As their Hollow caverns fill

And Empty waves

Pound away in the Madness

Nothing else saves

Us from our Sadness.

Out into the Frontier

We ride,

To Disappear,

To Hide.


Hurt

Speaking in front of someone who still can hear

With distaste and a mean-hearted sneer

As if the listener has no ears

Hurts  :(


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