"pressurize" poems
Have you ever stopped to think
how much of your own Anguish
you've brought upon yourself?
Externalizing the source in a narcissistic tantrum,
One tends to find a scapegoat for One's own Shadow
and in turn disrespects the external Realm
almost as much as the internal.
Humility, Self-Discipline and Patience
are necessary for One to realize the truest sources of One's problems,
for many of One's problems originate within Oneself
and One then proceeds to socially pressurize others just to blow off One's own steam.
I am not immune;
I am my closest reference:
I reflect upon patterns in myself
which in turn help me to see them in others.
Although I am but my own case study,
I find it only reasonable that similar patterns would arise elsewhere as well.
Apr 8, 2013
Apr 8, 2013 at 8:03 PM UTC
I’ll rev you like a Porsche
Pressurize the clutch then
ease on the equipped brake
enrolling the steering wheel
On the highway as we sing
Tuning choruses eccentrically
apply the mascara and smile
put my flock on, swing like Bowie
Craze up in seismic grooves
Shift to a self expression culture
be so extreme that you glitter
I’ll desire your ambiguousness
Unarguably, I’ll hold your hand
An evolved zeitgeist in revolution
squeeze their prejudiced little heads
replicate, experiment your persona
Jan 27, 2016
Jan 27, 2016 at 1:56 PM UTC
Hey Mr Big Nose harassers
Thieves, Bullies and Morons
Look how many years you've had
Still can't break him or shut him up
You are thieves and criminals
No good lowlife degenerate scums
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me
You are thieves, cheap common criminals
can't do better in life than stealing from others
You stole and I called you out, Your are thieves
plain and simple, stinking useless criminals
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me
I will not shut up, I will not be gagged
You are thieving scums you and your paid thugs
You have tried putting the frighteners on me
You want to break me and discredit me
I am still here and I won't shut up
Do your worst
Enlist the whole world
Hound me from pillar to post
You are nothing but stinking low life scums
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me
White thieves and burglars
Stealing thieving Racist scums
Wanna shut me up
Wanna bully and terrorize me to gag me
Wanna break me and **** my spirit the cowards they are
Come do your worse white thieves
yes I'm in your country and there are more of you
I ain't scared and control all you like
I will still say it to your faces thieves!
Your are stinking thieves and crooks
No good scums and lowlife
I ain't scared of you, come and **** me
I will not be broken by scums, degenerates and lowlife
You are nothing but stinking criminals with connections
Underground the lowlifes call themselves
Proud of criminality, white thieves makes a profession
out of burglary and stealing, Shame on you!
You scums blatantly burgled me because I am quiet and gentle
you thought you will meet no resistance
then I stood up to you
you swear you'll take me out, destroy me
Cheap shameless criminals
With all the civilisation and advancement in your Nation
All you can achieve is going around burglarizing
Cheap scums and degenerate, now come shut me up
I ain't scared of you and your underground
You can't terrorize me,
you can't pressurize me
you can't fraternize me
Nov 8, 2018
Nov 8, 2018 at 10:18 PM UTC
~
attempting to
abandon ego
forever on the patio
my nudityquakes
storm clouds
pressurize /
Oct 7, 2016
Oct 7, 2016 at 12:28 PM UTC
Their skin needed flesh underneath
The power of the weak rooted beneath
Well, it seemed they must solidly arise
They must soon pound the fist to uprise
Break all the chains of poverty suffered
Reach out to breathe the realness occurred
And, pressurize the symbols to listen up
The green, orange, red; wake them up
Snoring every occasion of massacres
The value has lost, till out the treasures
If they will, they will turn down offers
Press hard, their future must be what offers
The rich is few, majority the minority
Rising to the thrones, decree theirs charity
Rule holding hands, together for eternity
Weak power is never the minor's ability
They can, should and will rise again
A peaceful, strong, just world will reign
Aug 8, 2017
Aug 8, 2017 at 10:14 AM UTC
Percepting and interpreting my life goals,
My vandalized and shattered hopes,
Destructed and broken in a millionth piece,
Collecting sorrow from here and there,
The dark and horrendous nightmares that I embrace,
I'm oh so scared,
Acknowledging pain yet dissolving abhor,
All part of fear,
Skeptical images cloud my mind,
But I blow them away,
Believing my life is more than just hate and judgment,
It is believing in myself,
I am my foremost goal,
No one can pressurize me,
Reveling my whereabouts and where I stand,
I am my hero,
My own enemy,
And my own judge,
No one can be me !
Apr 7, 2016
Apr 7, 2016 at 12:49 AM UTC
They will only criticize
They won't sympathize
So don't make yourself paralyze
Do something which makes them surprise
But don't disguise
Keep it real and revise
Give yourself advise
Don't you ever compromise, minimize, apologize
Come with some real **** which synchronize
Something which characterised
You can Immobilized
Your power, your trust, your belief with no curse
Just memorize, organise, realise
Please don't pressurize
You can make your life harmonize
It implies
With timewise
Don't bribe the life
It wil galvanize
You can't resize
Your effort, belief, courage only your tries
So stay, stay with god
He won't do fraud
You believe
You'll achieve.
May 4, 2019
May 4, 2019 at 4:15 AM UTC
Pressurize and squeeze
the points at which we are weak
force us to release our control with a pop.
We let out an agonized groan,
as our support beams slide out of their joints
and grate against our buildings' bones.
They keep testing our metal
to see if it breaks.
But even as our bodies shake
we remain strong together.
Our mettle was forged in fires so hot,
so we will give it our best shot
and fight them until we cannot.
May 2, 2019
May 2, 2019 at 8:34 AM UTC
At times I feel lost, like I'm wandering
through lush forestry,
picking the pretty flowers
that probably don't belong here
because they look like they'd make the best
first impression, leaving the ugly, thorny weeds and vines alone.
But they spread,
by some innate instinct to fold,
pressurize, concentrate, & consume.
I take the flowers that I want to boast
and view them again,
hoping with each passing glance
that they'll grow
golden and refined.
Instead, they dim slightly,
petals pursing in rebuttal
of the light they once held.
The weeds and vines have staked their claim amongst this density
and continue their expansion,
yet among them sprout more beautiful flowers--
gleaming despite the pain.
Apr 21, 2019
Apr 21, 2019 at 1:18 PM UTC