the grind

02/2012

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.

Reviews

[JohnnyMagrinho]

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.

[Alex Vidmar]

Mein Freund, you are an amazing author.

[John Patrick Robbins AK..]

Amigo you can flat out f*****g write it speaks to the darkness inside im truely a fan of your style cause when it comes to darker works your a step above all in my book awsome in every sense cheers Gonzo

[Draven]

Its a great poem and the meaning is deep. A school teacher once tought me that life is an endless race. But in the end, its only with yourself.

[Coyote Poetry]

Your words are true in this poem. Sometime life feel like a race with no ending. Most of us wish to find a place to escape. Last line may be true. Thank you for the outstanding poem.
Coyote

[Aidz]

ebbs n flows with a rhythm of the night...sweeet Josh sweeeet

[Kenneth The Poet]

This is good...the geography changes, but the nature does not.

[Amila Jay]

Deadly excitements
drive my live for the moment
lifestyle and steel promises.

Excellent write:-)

[light and ashes]

A poignant lonely and hopeless poem. I loved the lines: "Instead I crawl with the fallen souls of the night."

[WhiteWillow]

Love your style here; you are definitely evolving, and I don't mean in the sense of getting better (though, that's true), but in branching out in different directions, experimenting. This is dark and powerful, and simply wonderful.