the grind

the grind

A Poem by joshua deathdealer
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02/2012

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I gladly sleep my days away.
Instead I crawl with the
fallen souls of the night.

Passing off poisons to 
increase our means
and resources.

Deadly excitements 
drive my live for the moment 
lifestyle and steel promises. 
                                                               
It really doesn't matter
anymore. That the scary 
thing. I used to fear.

Now I'm numb and ready
for anything. It's the nature
of the beast. Survival wins 

and money spends. I don't 
have a heart and rules bend. 
They call this the grind.

Sometimes it is better to get left behind.

© 2012 joshua deathdealer


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The essence of life, I'd say. Unless you crawl, and remain face down in the dirt you know nothing of how to walk. And unless you've learnt to walk from such beginnings then you'll find it hard to learn how to ever do anything other than be one of the bottom feeders; one of those who would gladly steal your future for a quick fix. And that's the way of the world. Whoever we are we all grind, fighting against the metal system that is put in place to stop us from ever getting to where our potential should be realised.

Grinding is all there is. Everything else is just falsified ability.

Posted 12 Years Ago


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Love the grit to this as it speaks of the side of life im more drawn to very good write .
some preffer the light me i love the dark and this write has plenty of that great work.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This saddens me. I don't think anyone should be left behind. But it's still a beautiful poem. Very well written.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

The essence of life, I'd say. Unless you crawl, and remain face down in the dirt you know nothing of how to walk. And unless you've learnt to walk from such beginnings then you'll find it hard to learn how to ever do anything other than be one of the bottom feeders; one of those who would gladly steal your future for a quick fix. And that's the way of the world. Whoever we are we all grind, fighting against the metal system that is put in place to stop us from ever getting to where our potential should be realised.

Grinding is all there is. Everything else is just falsified ability.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

A youthful me walked this walk. It's a desolate and lonely place - as depicted here quite clearly. You don't state it, yet I feel it the same. Thanks for this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

the to and fro in life =]

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

What this left me with was : ashes to ashes, dust to dust,


nice job

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Strong poem. You capture the essence of just living for the moment in life well. Good write

Might want to check this out?

"drive my (is this correct?) live for the moment
lifestyle and steel promises. "

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I liked the realness and direct approach to this subject, very well put.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

geared to perfection, winding down from such a metal cold moment repeating with each turn, piece by piece we learn..good stuff

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

WOW such depth in your verses! A great rendition of how the real world sometimes works. Love it

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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