Marshall Gass


Marshall Gass Poems

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

The Diary Notes

This early in the morning shrouded
by the negligee of night it feels
a bit silky silly to be working
partly dressed
awaiting for the dawn to push its way
into my strong coffee smell
tasks ahead. So many cups later
the light filters through the nets
and criss-crosses patterns of flowers

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