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I wrote this in 1999. I have no memory of writing it, or the circumstances that led to writing such painful words. I am absolutely sure it was not about my wife – I suspect it may have been about a friend who had some massive issues at that time.

Anyway here it is.

Done It Again

Words like twisted, painful and bitter

Aren't the words for a passionate lover

How I feel is broken and battered

Rejected, despised - I think I've been worked over

You set me up

I gave you my time, my heart, my caring

You said our love was honest and daring

After all my heartfelt devotion

You filled my head with violent emotion

You set me up

You lied, you cheated, you told me it was nothing

My friends all saw that I was hurting

I laughed it off and tried to ignore them

I squashed down the pain and tried not to listen

You set me up for a broken heart

© Timothy Miller 1999

Continuing to post my poetry online. This poem was written during a period selling Amway in 1999.

There was a young man from Coonabarabran

Who lived with his grandma and great aunty Nan

He went to work and sweated all day

While they stayed at home and spent all his pay

This state of affairs did continue to exist

Until the day he decided to resist

He said this job is driving me crazy

And grandma and Nan are just plain lazy

I know what to do he jumped up and said

If you want to do something to get ahead

Go meet some people – go say gidday

Get paid for shopping – just join Amway

He went to a meeting and got all fired up

He dreamed a dream – saw the winner’s cup

And now he lives a fun life each day

And grandma and Nan can’t spend all his pay

There’s so much money and so much time

And this line of the poem just has to rhyme

He’s going diamond and having a ball

The secret was dreaming and not thinking small

© Timothy Miller 1999

A poem crafted in a workshop at www.thehighcalling.org retreat in Texas November 2014.
We were given the sentence "I don't know what to say" and told to add two additional sentences.

a medical chart with a flat line
i didn't know what to say
white flowers falling into an open grave

My thoughts as this poem came into existence were around my friend Ian who had suffered 3 heart attacks earlier this year and I had visited him in intensive care. I had thought at the time that would be the last time I would ever see him. He has currently survived.

And some photos from our time here.

A poem I wrote in February 1999. Photos by myself.

Freedom

High

Riding

Catch the wave

Green room opening

Maximum pleasure

Close out happens

Once again

Wipeout

Life (Shit)

Chorus

Sun burns on my back

Waves splash in my face

Sand is in my pants

I don't give a shit

On

Kick-start

Throttle wide

Hit the highway

Maximum pleasure

Corner too fast

Hit the dirt

Smashed up

Life (Shit)

Chorus

Riding down the highway

Cool wind in my hair

Tears whipped from my eyes

I don’t give a shit