Marshall Gass


Marshall Gass Poems

1. On Reading Poetry 3/31/2014
2. [ And God Said: Let There Be Light! ] 4/1/2014
3. Storm Troopers. 4/1/2014
4. Fast Forward. 4/1/2014
5. Burnouts 4/1/2014
6. Poets At Work 4/1/2014
7. Click 3/31/2014
8. The Signature 4/1/2014
9. You Are Magical 4/1/2014
10. Church And Chilli Peppers 4/1/2014
11. The Forest 4/1/2014
12. [ Time Spirals Like A Stairwell Through An Infinite ] 4/1/2014
13. Alcoholic 4/1/2014
14. I Am With You As You Wander Around........ 3/31/2014
15. Power To The People 4/1/2014
16. Warm Winter? 4/1/2014
17. Traditions 4/1/2014
18. Pssst! My Wife Will Read This Thesis! 4/1/2014
19. The Apple 4/1/2014
20. Bangalore 4/1/2014
21. I Didn'T Close My Eyes When I First Kissed You..... 4/1/2014
22. Mirrors 4/1/2014
23. Silk And Sawdust 4/1/2014
24. Power Posture 4/1/2014
25. Disappearance 4/1/2014
26. The Unbreakable Bond 4/1/2014
27. Recollections. 4/1/2014
28. Bangkok 4/1/2014
29. I Have Walked...... 4/1/2014
30. The Slum 4/1/2014
31. [ The Equinox Nears Pulling The Nights Shadows ] 4/1/2014
32. Just A Sec! 4/1/2014
33. The Spark 4/2/2014
34. Contemplation 4/2/2014
35. Aggressors. 4/2/2014
36. Power Shift 4/2/2014
37. Poet/Poetess.... 4/2/2014
38. Rice Pudding 4/2/2014
39. Power Plug 4/2/2014
40. Ash Wednesday 4/2/2014
Best Poem of Marshall Gass

To Find Yourself, Lose Yourself

inside the cavernous mystery
that exists within you.
Self-reflect and remain silent
as you course your own veins
savouring every spectacle
touching every muscle
strolling through platelets
and rbcs wbcs, nerve knots
and cortex malfunctions
kidney pies and testosterone inspired
stimuli surging mountains
spiralling into decaying depravity

until you arrive
at a conclusion of who you really are.

Look back at the millions of systems
that grind and churn your life into meaning.

Never ever forget that like you
billions of others ...

Read the full of To Find Yourself, Lose Yourself

On Reading Poetry

The landscape blurs often
as poets go about their business
crafting metaphors of unexpected delight
in forests of jangled words and visuals
unable to contain their excitement
at having conquered that crystallised
moment of love, hate and everything else
in a frozen sliver of time
inescapable from their minds excursion

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