May 04, 1999
4:42 P.M. pdt 
poetry by Michael F. Nyiri
"Pressure"
Sometimes I feel it building up,
A boiler bubbling, breaking the cup,
I want to scream someone please make it stop,
And release me from pressure please.
But the only
way we can eradicate pain,
And only then equillibrium gain,
Is to stop and relax, let out a brief sigh,
And hope for a respite and ease.
I once thought,
boy I had it all scammed,
On top of the world, winning the hand,
But it all bubbles up and I can't seem to stop,
The Godhead is oh, such a tease.
He tempts me,
he plays me,
He wrestles my soul.
A bit of a joker, a gamesman his role.
My mind in a blender, stuck
Permanently on puree,
And a laugh, crossly bitter, cajole.
Sometimes I plan
to ignore it all,
The incessant deadlines and the curious call,
But it all bubbles up at the end of the day
I just want a rest help me please.
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