About marcofreschi
I live in the Ocean and write poetry
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.
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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.
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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.
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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
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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.
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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.
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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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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.
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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
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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
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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.
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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
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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
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“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.”
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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
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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.
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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
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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?
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Calling All Angels
We Need you Now,
suddenly more
then ever somehow.
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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
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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.
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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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How can I be loud
When I try to Shout
No sounds come out?
How can Sounds have meaning
When they are intangible
untouchable and Receding?
How symbolic are the syllables
That leave my lips
Or are the markings engraved on Ancient crypts?
How are the sounds of falling leaves
Less beutiful then
A piano’s keys?
Sounds may seem comprehensible to fools
Who aren’t frustrated with a Language’s
Elegance, intricacy, it’s rules
But the thoughts that die within my head
Might in the darkness illuminating
Light be shed
Were not for sounds to make us see the World
To which we might all be bound
Like bats which scream at the Night to see
What Are Sounds?
A mystical phenomenon of Noise to me,
But not hearing the sights in front of you
Selfdestructing, absolute choleric,
Your eyes would misconstrue
The Sound we hear
Is all around shouting howling at the
Sky smashing anger and fury are distinct,
but Listening
is Extinct
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Face bent in an
Unending frown and
Unhappily laughing
at Fraudulent company
Trying to fit in to a
World with standards
That are seemingly
Unreachable, untouchable
sired by masked butchers
Struggling to be herself
when she is Afraid
she isn’t good enough
Hungrily staring at
the screen and Desperately
trying to create
that Illusion
that Everything she does
isn’t just to protect this
delusional structured Pattern
of Pity and misguided intention
and flattering Insanity
Her mind lost in a
Societies Venomous touch,
confused and Sometimes
Regretting her Whole-hearted
Devotion to fit in
to this Television world
of glamorous Emptiness
and Sometimes
Hating herself
for falling scared
Helpless and shackled, in
Invisible chains does she
freely walk about,
Seeing the World
through a distorting haze
her vision Fades
with Eyes half-shut
The Infernal, complex,
and Invincible structure
that Haunts her in
her dreams and drives
Her Insaine that
she is obsessed
addicted and
Ashamed
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In the shade of Night when you are all alone Nobody is there And you wimper and moan And the Devil calls No sound escapes when you try to scream When you close your eyes tight And squeeze your hands in prayer To God that isn’t there When you’re in the Dark and there is No light In the shade of Night When you are scared In the Blackness all around you, there are Ugly Razor Murder teeth and lidless eyes that never sleep and Satan is there Trembling Nightmare Absolute horror Just close eyes tight and wait
All because of Hate
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Hair grown long
And Nails are sharp
Teeth are barred
And shoulders up
Grinning with
animalistic lust
Snarling fangs
and paws for hands
Into the woods,
To Wolfish lands
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