Marchand Poems - Poems about Marchand

...It is God’s will that I breathe. I was a fatidic plan; thus, I Breathe; But I never gave Permission to do such. I Was never given a choice. How is it that I breathe! I burn Frankincense......Read the rest...

...God is a vibration, Confusion of man’s contemplation. God is a vibration, An angelic infusion unto redemption. God is more than art; More compelling than Sartre: God is the universe made expl......Read the rest...

...I think with my atlatl, My love; for I see thee Within my psychic attic, My love; for my heart Has become an abstraction— A Shakespearean metaphor— I am infatuated, my love: I feel so del......Read the rest...

...Athena looked into my eyes, The frigidity of her heart Softened. Athena panic’d Within innocence of my Eyes. I couldn’t help but Crumble at her feet. Athena Burst into tears. We held Eac......Read the rest...

...I have lived as a shadow; Destined for political battle. I have lived as a shadow; Searching unto death for identity. I have lived in a cave. I am more than an ex-slave. I am spirit; I am a d......Read the rest...

...I confess. I have come to reckon death, as royalty. To perish is to live. I have learned to die freely. Somewhere within a trance, I came face to face with love. She has devastated me unto l......Read the rest...

...It is different than mother’s Love; for it is Anitya; but it Becomes concretized, once Her psyche has fallen in love With thee. Mother was a woman of golden Lightening; for she gave un......Read the rest...

...Hushed to silence the city sleeps The calming of hatred and angry eyes In the plains of Heaven angels weep For lives of untold lies In which the city cries. Tis the soul that warms the night ......Read the rest...