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Grindstone

Contributed by Adreana on Thursday, 16th August 2007 @ 07:08:45 AM in AEST
Topic: Lifepoems



Its 5am again and theres a buzz in my ear
I press the snooze button and roll back over
Its been so hard, lately, to get out of bed
I harbor no motivation to satisfy the man

Everyday its the same old thing
Im growing tired of enduring the endless grunts
Tired of working so hard and receiving so little
Only bored or flustered, there is no in between

Punch the keys again and again
Answer the phone, how may I help you?
Translation: May I listen to your silly complaints for hours?
There is nothing I can do, but I pretend there is

There is no satisfaction in living like this
Waking up, dragging my day around
Like Jacob Marley dragging his chains
Coming home, beaten and exhausted

Its 5pm again and I pour a glass of Merlot
I light a Camel cigarette and take a drag
I pick up my guitar and start to sing new words
In this moment, I am free
Until the morning comes again.




Copyright © Adreana ... [ 2007-08-16 07:08:45]
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Re: Grindstone (User Rating: 1 )
by zenmind on Thursday, 16th August 2007 @ 07:58:45 AM AEST
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Hell yes, I know what you mean! Funny, I work in customer service too, so I relate to being on the phone all day and listening to people's complaints. I just dont' think human beings were created to spend 40 hours a week, sitting at a desk, pretty much completely physically inactive. On the other hand, hard core manual labor jobs take it to the other extreme. We live in a completely insane society that forces us to live unbalanced spiritual and emotional lives. It is just crazy. Oh yeah, the last poem I wrote was about the exact same thing...I'm feelin the grind too.

Be True,
zenmind


Re: Grindstone (User Rating: 1 )
by little_genna on Thursday, 16th August 2007 @ 08:43:42 AM AEST
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I can definitely relate... i may not deal with complaints day in day out but i work in a shop..there is only so much you can take of abusive customers day in day out... i appear to have this sign that only customers can see that says
"moany/awkward, pains in my side this way please"
I love the imagery and flow of this poem, you can feel the exhaustion coming out of the words... or may be thats just how i am feeling
= S


Re: Grindstone (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Thursday, 16th August 2007 @ 04:24:15 PM AEST
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You have a good way of getting things off your chest. Poetry has always been one of my outlets when things do not go right.Keep writing best regards from bern.


Re: Grindstone (User Rating: 1 )
by deadheadpoet on Thursday, 16th August 2007 @ 05:29:00 PM AEST
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Excellent write, of yes, what most go through day in and day out. I am a stay at home mom now, but worked as a nurse for over twenties years...I can dig this write. Your third stanza made me smile. Right on.
Peace,
Laura


Re: Grindstone (User Rating: 1 )
by zenith66 on Friday, 17th August 2007 @ 08:43:14 AM AEST
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hey andrea, this is a graet write, im just out of school so ur view would be better then mine in regards to that kind of work life, but i found this piece so brilliantly truthfull and the way in the end you kind of found ur peace was fantastic, u are a great writer and once you have that freedom in your life you will definantly pull through...life can be like some repeating matrix, so break it with your words and song and music...

thanks for the comment earlier by the way it was very much appreciated...

zenith66


Re: Grindstone (User Rating: 1 )
by endlesspath on Saturday, 18th August 2007 @ 11:50:16 AM AEST
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hey merlot is a good calming medicine
not too bad with the guitar strumming
and of course as your self i smoke
so
i do want to quit, yet not ready too
8-5 what a life style, i willl trade you
i work shift work
so a glass of merlot is whenever
but hey, we have to work, right

good write

endless




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