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living the dream
working away is easy;
get up
drive to the job site
work sun-up to after sun-down
come home to the farmstay
cuddle the dog
eat dinner
read on my bed
fall asleep
get up in the morning
do it all again
the dreams though
the fucking dreams about wasting a life
miles from the sea
woke up late last night
doing maths in my head;
number of years left to live
and years left of life
(two different numbers
if you see what I mean)
the way I do my drinking and smoking
no point pretending
I’m any less
than two thirds through my days
slept again to dreams of women I’ve left
full of bright colours
backs turned
got up today
and dressed as if heading for my last meal
strapped my boots on
like bombs
only fools and broken people
do their living
away from life
Published 30th Jul 2013
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30th Jul 2013 1:10am
30th Jul 2013 1:12am
Good on you man, pleased you thought so....and bring back that epic jet-fighter profile pic! :-)
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30th Jul 2013 1:13am
Ah, got me thinking about years left to live and years left of life!!Excellent write hemi, as always!!
30th Jul 2013 1:18am
Nice....I do it like this; work out the average age of my grandfather and grand uncles when they died....take off 20 years for drinking/smoking, take off another 10 for the last years that are shit, and that gives the real number, or there-abouts....turns out I died about three years ago :-)
Cheers my dear.
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Cheers my dear.
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30th Jul 2013 1:24am
Holy shit, me too!But I did stop smoking almost eight years ago...do I get any of that time back, probably not...I'm just a huge bitch now instead of a bitch, and I drink a lot more nowadays!
30th Jul 2013 2:00am
30th Jul 2013 2:08am
30th Jul 2013 3:58am
Wow, really liked
"got up today
and dressed as if heading for my last meal
strapped my boots on
like bombs"
Just don't send this poem to anyone on their birthday...
Seriously, a strong confrontation with mortaliy.
"got up today
and dressed as if heading for my last meal
strapped my boots on
like bombs"
Just don't send this poem to anyone on their birthday...
Seriously, a strong confrontation with mortaliy.
30th Jul 2013 5:14am
7th Aug 2013 3:28am
Hindsight is the biggest bastard of them all. I've felt this way a few times, the job you can always walk away from and deal with being broke, but the memories of women walked away from is the toughie. And I've found that if you absolutely have to be a broken fool, a bookworm is the best kind to be. (Can you write a bad one once in a while to give the rest of us some hope?)
7th Aug 2013 8:34am
Ah mate...plenty of us rolling this life, but less that ever had the balls (or the money in the bank) to walk away before it killed them....I admire those people, when I'm not calling them quitters :-)
Good on you for the word love (and trust me, I write mountains of shit in between the meagre keepers :-)
Good man.
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Good on you for the word love (and trust me, I write mountains of shit in between the meagre keepers :-)
Good man.
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