In this world you come and go
Is all what folks can all say,
My days of hustle and grind all timing
Like it's a story of my life.
I feel like an outsider in this world,
As if I'm living in a place so cold
That my heart gets frozen
And my soul can't be trusted.
I put my pain in my written words
But they all come and go like a train,
Yet not understanding what I'm going through
And now I feel like same old rubbish.
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By:El Amore Lover
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Being with you is my favorite feeling
loving you is the best thing
we've ever done
easy going and non frustrating
loving you is so much fun
aint gotta stop before starting
actually it's great communicating
My love for you aint lost in interuptation
my love for you is an occasion
my love for you
your love for me
My first hello
the hardest see ya'll later
be back in a while
to see that smile
Darling I'll call you later
can't wai to be
just you and me
got me rushing through the day
Kiss when I'm home
we're alone
Darling what else is it for for
me to say
Ha quella qualità dirompente
qualcosa che il mondo deve vedere
qualcosa di così straordinario
è ciò che desidero ardentemente
è ciò che desidero ardentemente
wood
that the river should have known
could change was near
to where the bottle
bound
for slow boat sound-
ing deep water
released its first long monologue
under a brand new sand name
I can recall, going to work,
from the moment hired,
was more than a chore
until the day when I retired.
Now, I don't care a bag of beans,
it only serves to remind,
as, making the morning coffee,
has become the daily grind.
Go hard or go home
Seven days a week, I grind
I shall never rest
I can't bring myself
to read the front page news
with which they string us along
as portrayed by the views
of those with a vested interest
or the rest with an axe to grind
who must think we're all
just deaf dumb and blind
to the truth of which there's more
in the speech balloons
of the funny characters
in the Sunday cartoons
they're merely a means of selling
ink-stained pulp derived from wood
it's all a waste of paper
other than those comic strips
and really only good
for wrapping fish and chips
'It takes one to know one', so they do state,
but that won't take you far,
as we're never told exactly who these 'they' are.
'It's not what you know, it's who you know',
so the saying goes,
but the devil is in the details,
and I say, 'It's what you know about whom you know,'
which really goes to show,
whomsoever holds the power prevails.
'You have to give them what they want', so it is said,
but that only adds to my pique,
as I know not those 'them' of whom they speak.
Some may say 'I have an axe to grind',
but that's neither here nor there,
as I take issue with; 'they', 'who' and 'them' unknown,
yes it's my cross to bear.
Endless hallways stretch ahead
A weary traveler hanging by a thread
Meetings blur from dawn to night
Late dinners then another flight
The city lights are far from home
In empty rooms my thoughts comb
Another deal another grind
Peace and sleep are hard to find
Family’s voice a quick call
Tiredly I saunter through hotel halls
The days are long the nights are brief
From this journey I should seek relief
The world spins on yet I must stay
Until I’m home where I can lay
In quiet arms which welcome me
Letting me find some time to be
Sitting on the fence I get entangled
in the barbed wire,
I lie on the heap of ashes
of my cherished dreams
wondering when a stray spark might
rekindle the flames of my dormant desires.
The Grind
In Gielinor's realm, where legends reside,
A hero emerges, with nowhere to hide.
From Lumbridge to Kharazi, a journey untold,
With pickaxe and sword, a story unfolds.
The grind is relentless, the hours they blur,
Woodcutting, mining, a monotonous stir.
But whispers arise, of glory and fame,
To slay the great dragon, and conquer the game.
From barrows to bandits, a constant fight,
Forging ahead, with unwavering might.
Each skill a triumph, each level a gain,
A digital odyssey, easing the pain.
With friends by your side, a camaraderie deep,
Sharing the burden, secrets to keep.
The memories linger, the laughter, the tears,
A timeless adventure, conquering fears.
So raise a tankard, to Gielinor's might,
To heroes of old, who battled through night.
For in this realm, where legends are born,
The spirit of Runescape forever will adorn.
grinding sausage
grinding teeth
grinding pepper
grinding ground beef
elbow grease and grit
no room for a butterfly to flit…
Wherefore is summer ‘a grind’
~ when to its beauty we are blind
Trailing clouds of glory do we come
Until by the end we are left dull and glum.
How it all came to this
We are responsible
For being so remiss
The magic of our early moments
Emblazoned in our minds
Fades and disperses with every pressure
Our world brings to bear upon our pleasure
Exams, bills, targets, workday worries
blunt our perceptions
And drive them undergound
Occasionally to spark alive in a dream state
Eluding our grasp
once we come to our senses
Wide awake and once more blind
How to recapture
And to resurrect
That rich inner spirit
Which came with our birth
That should be our aim
Too many earthly concerns
Within our clay
Must take the blame
For that loss of courage
To break free from the constricting frame
Forcing us
To forget the beauties of the day
To play the stultifying economic game
The stifling straitjacket of life
Keeps us playing
I must have wished a thousand times
that somehow we could live our lives
for something more.
And I can’t help but wonder why
we strive to keep so much in line,
what is it for?
Can’t you see we spend our time
building what we call “The Grind”,
finding ways to numb the pain it causes.
The blind leading the blind.
Can’t you see we spend our time
building what we call “The Grind”.
What is it for?
Days can get long when feel like we are stuck in the weeds
Extending effort to others in exchange for meeting our needs
Yet we can reframe our mindset to help manage through the stress
As there may come a time when we look back and miss the mess
Altering our approach allows us to find meaning in the moment
Soaking up the sweetness of the chaos by stepping up to own it
May even discover that our needs can be filled in along the way
Transforming what used to be a drag instead to a boost everyday
Here I am homeless
Sometimes shoeless
I really have nothing to show
People look down on me wherever I go
I don't mind
I will soon leave them behind
Never had much
No loving touch
Most of life
I have lived among strife
Of my own making
Due to the chances I was taking
I dream
But it would seem
Never to reach any higher
Never to satisfy this desire
Put out the fire
I write
Sometimes all night
Life hasn't been kind
Don't wish for no rewind
Once was enough
Still I hang tough
No where left to go
Nothing left to show
Never to live the dream
It would seem
I'm reaching my end
Spin is starting to bend
Never to give in
Yet never to win
No don't mind
Hate the grind
Go with the flow
It is all I know
Out in the cold
As I grow old
Lost soul
Survival my goal
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