#bearing
Skittish ignorance petrifies us of being crushed whilst knowing the juice is sweeter than the unpressed grape..
So why do we question the weight of the oil press?
Doesn't the core of an apple bear seed?
Or the water from a coconut not nourish us?
the mirage that being pressed doesn't make you firm.
seeing the pleasure in letting go but the audacity to keep holding on.
The oil is always more valuable than the olive
Mar 15
Mar 15, 2026 at 4:01 AM UTC
Leave me alone. I want it really much.
No explanations or hard feelings
I won’t answer anything. I’ll just keep quiet.
And please, forgive my broken bearing.
I am so tired of other problems,
And silly fuss and needless dramas.
I just want silence! You hear me? Silence!
And not in whisper, but stone-dead! Yes!
I don’t want dramas with you any more.
I’m sick of arguments at nights at all.
And that’s enough of all these ****** base-league fool quips.
No words are needed. Please, be quiet in whole.
Please, just forget me for a day.
And if forever, I will never sorrow.
I am not here. I’m emptiness for all.
I’m tired and done. I won’t be back tomorrow.
Aug 31, 2025
Aug 31, 2025 at 5:59 PM UTC
I offered you my poems,
my equivalent to
being naked .
I was bearing my full nakedness to you,
To you,
Who looked away at the sight .
Aug 24, 2019
Aug 24, 2019 at 3:29 PM UTC
Lost bearing, a bird,
Slams against window pane;
Nature’s guards forced down?
Dec 13, 2018
Dec 13, 2018 at 10:32 PM UTC
"Da Dramatics"
when I hear I don't do drama..
It makes me..
Pull back my hands..
Cover my face again..
Look away.. shy away..
Because..
No miracles can be performed here today.
If You don't do drama..
See drama may be rolled up in my sleeves.
As I act out my creativities..
Share my masterpieces,, drama may be what bleeds.
Drama in the sense that.. How I color my days..
How I blur out the craziest of ways.
How I finger paint with audio lyrics..
How I try to make sense of dimensional physics.
Confessions and testimonies,
bleeds from my knees.
And if I have to hide so much inside.
Zip my lips...Be ashamed of my slips.
Hide shades of identity.. Blur what bothers me.
Only offer out the candy..
The weather hasn't always been kind to me.
Your telling me there's no place for me.
because there are days times I need to be
as naked as can be.
And I need you to be naked around me.
To Dance naked with me.
Well I'ma need you to be able to take it.
As I can't fake it.
Drama is musically.. parts of my harmony.
Tamed/drama .. You have to be strong enuff cinematically
With ears of christianity
Embrace me theologically and love me.
Don't fear the pets I have chained. On leases beside me.
I'm a soldier dramatically.
Drama does not define me.
But It can be calmed made to behave spiritually.
Except the dramatics as you accept my harmony.
SelinaSharday S.A.M 2018
Oct 31, 2018
Oct 31, 2018 at 5:03 PM UTC
Mandated this faux gremlin explorer
(alias Cliff Ford) donning reinforced
rubber baby buggy bumpers to dodge
any errant wild jaguar, ram, thunder bird,
bee in blue bonnet hood lamb, et cetera
and/or any cowl screen Fascia hissed
dee fender must be subject to an intense
hot grill, especially if grievous, ferocious,
egregious, deleterious threat to undermine
Democratic pillar, weltanschauung spoiler,
rocker, rims (sic) coarse sea cove dweller,
whose tired hubby capped, (re: proffering
a trim package) houses plenty of junk in
the trunk adorned with harried styled and
tailor made dust ruffle par excellent well
did assembly, who (if not consigned to a
crash test dummy existence), would present
an a door able latchkey cont hinge hint. Fuel
lush con tank cuirass culpable, deplorable,
and execrable fiendish human immigration
injustices (executed abhorrent auto de fe
incognito, nonetheless lock king figurative
gnarled horns with cognoscenti), where
innocent charges teary eyed. Like
a cracked glass, viz shatterproof wind
shield radiator, the plaintive inconsolable
crying babies alarmed Aunt Henna. Mass
media did radio this ******* tripped,
and trashed tragic travesty. No tuner then
atrocious, baseless, callous dirt deed done
dirt cheap, one loud speaker after another
took to the airwaves, and sundry tele
communications outlets. Sad doggone sonic
booms (representative of sub woofer)
soul fully bellowed forth broadcasting across
humungous flat screens appalling catastrophe
unfolding reminiscent of battery abuses
against scapegoats since time immemorial,
otherwise known as (ohm my dog) volt age.
I gauge how wealth (or lack thereof) constitutes
as distributor. Electronic timing controllers
(viv a vis the internet and/or virtual realty
simulates) function as ignition modus operandi
to communicate gross injustices renting asunder
heart wrenching agony engendering abysmal
leap into nothingness. Existence rendered moot
as despicable horrors inflicted upon deportees.
Thee footworn, forlorn foghorn troops (analogous
to stone temple pilots) unwittingly journey into
torturous labyrinth, herein monsters ******
suckling babes. A pained spotlight signals sense
sore re:us, nasty and brutal choking, that throttles
the psyches battered beyond thermostatic threshold
of tolerance. Now any Earthling with sense and sense
ability must heed this alarm and siren infringing
abominably primal tenets, ethos, credos aligning
power train, sans **** sapiens linkedin as
one organic entity.
Jun 19, 2018
Jun 19, 2018 at 7:12 PM UTC
*Are twinkling freckles
pocked up above?
This ceiling of mine
all draped in black.
Looming clouds obscure
as they push and shove.
Just a glimpse...
As I find my way back.*
Feb 4, 2018
Feb 4, 2018 at 5:39 AM UTC