#gear
To the pleasure of absolute nothingness, paradise for the yearners. Hell for the worriers.
The garden of ruined fruits will be forgotten, the harvest of the mold, the better option is to never create the garden.
Removal of the fruits, the seeds, the compose, the soil. No more the swings of sweat and tears. Harken back to nothing.
Yet without such things there is no consumption of the food, there is no yearning for the good, Like a car with only a hood.
Directionless be the thought, end and start would serve the purpose of the martyr's unknowing. It is not sacrifice, it is escapism.
Feb 24
Feb 24, 2026 at 11:39 AM UTC
When did I become one with the machine?
My body’s lost its meaning.
When did my pieces become parts?
It’s such a grimy feeling.
Not a single original thought—
Just an animation,
turned on by the input of systematic oppression
My output; just regurgitation
Anxiety and crippling depression
Time constrained by the weight of the world
Do you feel the pressure?
And you already know this
Foraging for focus
Keep your thoughts in sync
Close your eyes and listen,
but don’t forget to breathe
Your mind’s eye is preoccupied with patterns on repeat
They call it groupthink
Whoop, whoop
Thought police
Loop, spiral, fractal
Segregated sentiment seeking your sentience
Coagulate and listen
Maybe its madness or
maybe it’s ******* progress
Reel it in, just breathe, don’t regress
Ya gotta feel the feeling
Let it be,
Fleeting
Because you’re what’s real
So feel your heart,
Beating
Now ease your mind
You have to remember to forget
it’s just the grind
and you gotta play along sometimes
Jun 16, 2019
Jun 16, 2019 at 10:39 PM UTC
im halfway between wanting to die
and wanting to drink more beer
which is the worse to fear?
something that will leave you dry
or something that will make you fly
Mar 5, 2019
Mar 5, 2019 at 12:25 PM UTC
inside morning breaths
I ready self for new day,
putting thoughts and intentions into gear
Excitement builds to drive
on road of unknown.
Mind moves pedal-like feet.
Transmission of heart in vessel purrs.
Breath adjusts gear stick in mind.
L - loving life’s experiences with gratitude.
O - opening heart to love energies.
V - veering away from judgement or fear.
E - expanding into dreams.
Inside morning breaths
I align to move with
Gods Power Steering
Don’t leave home without it.
It leads way with self as copilot.
Mar 9, 2018
Mar 9, 2018 at 8:03 AM UTC
In the drivers seat of my day
I put my
thoughts into gear.
First gear self love.
Second gear compassion.
Third gear optimism.
Fourth gear trust.
Fifth gear miracles
Sixth gear love to all.
In the drivers seat of my day
I put my
Heartbeat into song.
Song of gratitude.
Song of peace.
Song of joy.
Song of faith.
Song of love for all.
Jan 7, 2018
Jan 7, 2018 at 11:45 AM UTC
Put some stress on those legs
Not a dress that begs
My permission for takeoff
Aug 23, 2017
Aug 23, 2017 at 4:40 PM UTC
She hears tick tock, tick tock within her head.
Tick tock, tick tock the gears turn and grind as the clock work falls in line within her mind.
The time is rushing within her thoughts too fast for her to stop.
Soon she will wind down and will not tick or tock.
The clockwork girl will have no more thoughts, time runs short for her well-oiled clock.
Goodbye my lovely clockwork girl tick tock, tick tock, tick tock!
Mar 4, 2017
Mar 4, 2017 at 7:22 PM UTC
Well this machine just wasn't built right.
the receptor only processes certain sounds that it's familiar with
or images that seem to
not really exist,
motors seem to be weak
only get enough juice to function
above low power
when the system is running on the backup generator.
even then it only can move for about
an hour
it needs to be shut down for eight hours
every night
and take a fifteen minute break
every two hours
so it's really only useful 14 hours a day
at best
and if you ever forget to shut it off
or try to leave it on more then that
you'll need to send it back
to the shop
for thirty days
we recommend washing it every morning
and putting these capsules in the top
when you boot it up
it may make mistakes less often
or it could self destruct
chances are if you remember to shut it off
it will not destroy itself
there are better models but they are for display
to make you see how much more you
need to tend to this model
we really need you to know
how much care this machine takes
it doesn't do everything it's capable of but it can do
pretty much everything.
Nov 29, 2016
Nov 29, 2016 at 3:36 PM UTC
She called me from downstairs.
There's some gear, medical stuff
outside, two cases, a midwife's
instruments, why put them here?
Don't touch them, you never know
these days, perhaps they're from next
door. She's a midwife, so I hear.
I'll ask them to identify.
They checked and foud her car unlocked.
But why left for us to find?
A joke? A cruel comment,
mocking us who nest no more.
Jun 25, 2016
Jun 25, 2016 at 1:43 PM UTC
A walk through the misty wood.
The trail latent with track of hooves,
which tell me the ways the forest moves,
into the endless green hood.
I would step to dance upon these tracks,
but the sound is what holds me back.
I shouldn't disturb the animals around,
or step on the forests leafy gown.
The powerful sounds of the forest,
not meant for a tape to be repeated
because the pure sound is sweet to my ear,
and to my heart, it will always be near.
May 17, 2015
May 17, 2015 at 9:00 PM UTC
I was once a tyke, I built sand castles too,
I had a play doll, a stuffed animal, some that
Reminded me of you. I had a place set for
Two, tea that was poured, a pastel set, skies blue,
And every day we'd bake a cake, we'd celebrate,
With plays and artwork at five, storytelling at eight.
*But now that time is gone and it's already late,
So I join the army and get in gear, fight each year,
Dropping bombs to make them pay, a tool, a slave,
Work until I become a mindless drone, another steer,
I've "grown up" so much, I'm no longer sweet or soft,
I guess I seem aloof, but we just get stiff year after year.*
Apr 14, 2015
Apr 14, 2015 at 3:42 AM UTC
No more years.
To cry those tears.
No more beers
To drowned my Fears.
Its time to kick it into gear.
Now say cheers.
With your fellow peers.
Apr 5, 2015
Apr 5, 2015 at 10:58 PM UTC
I have been in the shade far to long.. Even walking in the sun this darkness looms over me.. Yesterdays haunt me to a point of seeing no tomorrows.. I can still hear the bell toll its one note song.. It was 12,000 years later, 12,000 years of being in such shade.. That I finally saw the sun above this sky.. The ghost and dreams of my children have brought me here to this place.. A sun sized planet that is home to the divine gear.. A technology built by a higher being.. A technology that can take an immortal to the next realm, to heaven.. The divine gear will complete my star drive.. And there it spun.. Driving the life on this huge planet.. I knew I could not take it with me now.. As taking it from this place would end all life on this beautiful planet.. I could feel it calling to me.. I closed my eyes.. It begun to spin in all its divinity.. It made me see, feel, hear, and make real all of its dreams.. For the moment I moved throughout all of the universe, I saw what it wanted me to do.. Then I would be awarded the passage to heaven.. When I opened my eyes I felt different.. I saw things different.. I heard things different.. I felt things different.. Through the eyes of a God I could see emotion.. On my right hand there was now a tatoo of the divine gear itself.. But this tatoo spun within my hand guiding me on where to go next.. It was time to bring life to this vast dead universe.. It begins with me.. Heaven awaits..
Jul 3, 2014
Jul 3, 2014 at 12:49 PM UTC