Month: October 2018

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A day like many others,

the turning of pages; and

clocks ticking over. I get

older as I try and drown

my sorrows in alcohol-

free beer, how about that

dear friends. Pondering

upon the merits of Plutarch

and Dio, both on the paper

before me, one in my ears;

screaming. All dead, yet still

very much alive, and present.

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On my tree of knowledge

leaves are letting go without wind

Autumn inside and out

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Random Unsorted Drafts, Visual Drafts / 6 October 2018 / By Hayden Veil

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The purpose of Life is to become

// with //

Every Death making a new chapter

// and! //

Greet every day as though the sun shines

// just because you can //

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Random Unsorted Drafts, Visual Drafts / 4 October 2018 / By Hayden Veil

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Yesterday I wrote a poem of sorts

Today I write about writing

Tomorrow I will wonder why I bothered at all

The minds of mine – a fickle bunch

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Random Unsorted Drafts, Visual Drafts / 2 October 2018 / By Hayden Veil

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It takes three
    to tango
three legs to keep
    the balance
trinity in itself
    a sanctuary

We were three
the self / the monies / the knowledge

the self asked the monies for help

the self told the knowledge it asked

the monies told the knowledge: yes

the monies told the self: no

the self began
    the worrying
inwards
    looking
spiralling
    downwards
the balance
    tipping
the dream
    disintegrating
      q
         u
            i
         c
      k
   l
     y …

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