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In 1993 I wrote a bunch of poetry. I’m not entirely sure why that year was so prolific. It was the year I came out of a very dark time in my life, started being less introspective, was dry for 9 months (a big thing for a drug and alcohol dependant person) and did a lot of sport, raced national level mountain biking and local triathlons and endurance triathlons.

I have posted a bunch of poems up. Each is its own little island of thought.

I will continue to post all my poetry in time order over the next few weeks. Hopefully balanced with some other work!

My poetry is intensely emotional and comes from a place in my soul unbidden, unforced and often from a dream or in times of deep introspection.

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(What Price A Life)

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...two car bombs have just gone off

the street is full of broken buildings and shattered glass

someone said they thought fifteen people died

this is mark howarth for xyz news

madrid...

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... a bomb has just exploded in the art gallery

three priceless paintings have been destroyed

works of art gone forever

fifteen more have been damaged and rushed to intensive art care

it appears five people died in the blast

this is lynda james for arc news

paris...

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(rrrrrhnnnnnn) chainsaws are buzzing all around

(creeeeak) (grooooaan) (Pause) (craaaaaassshhhh)

oh no another rimu is down

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So What?

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© Timothy Miller 1993

We vote for our politicians

installing them in an unbalanced system of power

that corrupts as it tries to do good

or does it

To rape or not to rape

that is not the question

we know best

and we want to be back in the next election

© Timothy Miller 1993

Apartheid

of choice or force

maori and pakeha (how I hate that word)

what about the chinese, the samoans, the indians, the dutch?

where is their treaty?

Who is a New Zealander anyhow?

© Timothy Miller 1993