15/4/2019
One mate shoots hares
Down by the river
And built a cabin on his land
One mate goes hiking
Plays piano and hasn’t touched
A drink in five years
He’s in New York for work
One brother was snowboarding
In Switzerland the other day
He’s just bought a property
In scenic Kangaroo Valley
One brother works for google
He just spent a week at Harvard
A week in Silicon Valley
And holidays in Majorca
And me?
I wash dishes
In the jail kitchen
Been locked up for five years
And it feel like
Every time I write a poem
I’m failing just a little less
At this gift called life
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My perception of myself is interesting; it depends where I angle the gaze of consciousness. If I look at other crims I’m killing it at life. Wrote a book, 400 poems, learned French, taught myself to draw portraits and got into the best shape of my life. If I look at my old friends and brothers I’m failing dismally at life. I feel like I’ve got the right attitude though, relishing the challenge of making something of myself and working hard to kick goals in my humble existence.
The goal: zero to hero in under two years, wish me luck.
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Christo, loved your poems! Impressive achievements! Do not look at other people’s lives too much. Every life has its own experiences, equally valid and unique. Certainly do wish you luck! All the best! Cheryl
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