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By Hayden Veil - 15 February 2020

I slave to the sound of … / … like the sound of … / chopping / I dream of a butcher’s block / the parting of limbs / intimate as two lovers bleeding / I chop / I kiss / I dream of a lover’s touch / intimate as the red fog lingering

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By Hayden Veil - 15 February 2020

I silence my humble voice, to listen for signs of life. Behind the humming of the refrigerator, I expect your brown peering eyes. I find nothing of the kind, only silence betwixt the shards of broken pottery. Where once was love I find only the bloodless hearts – the drying dying lives of immortal soldiers, the us & our fading silence

Prompted by an @imperial-poetry-prompts : bloodless hearts

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By Hayden Veil - 15 February 2020

Alone; not lonely

I tell myself out loud

A•l•o•n•e n•o•t l•o•n•e•l•y

I feel my pulse, yes a heart

Alone not lonely

She bled; and every month I

Suffered more, I could not save

Her bleeding soul,

Alone not lonely

I see myself

Alone not lonely

I breath alas

Alone not lonely

This day of all

Alone not lonely

Lies were told

Prompted by a @imperial-poetry-prompts : alone not lonely

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By Hayden Veil - 14 February 2020

How can I be undead / I walk among you / I feed without need / among you / I feed / I dream / my deed / among you / & the toy plays the song of the marching band / the song we sang back when / when we marched towards the light / believing the truth / in us & a future bright

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By Hayden Veil - 14 February 2020

I believe

I was to travel

Beyond the stars,

I was to find my

Better half,

I was sold such lies

By demons,

From the creatures of

Lesser …

… knowing,

I was to … but never did …

My heart remains thus … true to

Being, and there and fore I say to you,

Begone or I will swallow;

The truth

…

& as far as that goes

As far as truth goes

I will say only this: there is no

Such thing; only stories & in

Them I believe

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By Hayden Veil - 12 February 2020

From now on I will only post

Irrelevant tidbits; titless truths

Followed by a delete of

Said posts /

Just because I can

Just because I am

Not giving a flying f*ck

Anymore

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By Hayden Veil - 10 February 2020

Our lips never parted / breathing kept us alive / the air flowed in & out / despite the sinking feeling / only matched by the dark / the approaching seabed

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By Hayden Veil - 9 February 2020

You tell me I need to work on creating voices, individuality by choosing words & their origins, avoiding elocusions, But! I am yet to find my own!, the retort fall on deaf ears, I don’t give a shit up

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By Hayden Veil - 9 February 2020

There was always a song playing

A tune spelling out the end:

It must have been love, as my

Australian adventure faded

Torn, between the bright light and pride

The southern lass proclaimed inside

But one song remains unsung;

Undiscovered & I hope it will

Remain

Forever

Silent

√

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By Hayden Veil - 4 February 2020

I was her blue eyed whore, her smack &

Bestest friend of all

She was my tart, home made from berries

Blue with warts

We were odd at best, peculiar no doubt

Kept up appearances and the lies for all

They never understood the reasons why,

Why the otherness and other world meant

More to us than dollars

Others might say we did alright,

Considering age and lack of milage

We were old souls in young bodies,

Pursuing purpose and meaningful hours,

Failing to grasp the path we followed

Only led to the bottomless pit of

Sorrows

Published by Hayden Veil

Title: Theatre of Mischief

Release Date: 2024-06-06

Summary:

... but how to compare a howl
with the silence of embers;
the chains of time
with the lofty ideas of a child
petulant and needy ...

While no Artificial Intelligence has aided the creation of this poetry collection, there is alien influence. A boy of eleven, from far outside the universe, is currently influencing us all. They speak in riddles, of Jaysome and Hugs. Jay gave me this message to convey...

I am a balanced ghost who is a bee
I was ten circles once also you see
I am words collected like drops of rain
The long shadows do ‘jaysome’ exclaim
So if a poem confusles that not a bug
As every poem is secretly a hugey hug
And when you buy this book you'll see
The poems that are shores beyond sanity!

... give Jay a hug, and a thank you if you see them. They are one of a kind, the Shiny Happy People personified.

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Theatre of Mischief

Title: Bumblebee: Poems for Dark Times

Release Date: 2023-04-01

Summary:

Bumblebee is a poetry collection for dark times. Poems to help deal with fear of being still, combatting the urge of constantly being on the move, and the consequences of being.

The Thought took flight long ago along an oral path that spanned a lifetime; but as Death came and Distortion followed the Thought morphed into another’s. Then the Thought caught the turning tide; through the ink splattered on papyrus and parchments the Thought found a final resting place at the hand of Man and the pen of the Mighty.

Bumblebee revives that ancient art of handwritten poetry that enabled not just the transfer of thought, like its oral predecessor, but also the highly individualistic expression of the poet with part clarity and part illegibility in the written. To futureproof the legibility each handwritten poem is accompanied by a state-of-the-art AI-generated* version presented in a standardised font.

Available now from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Waterstones, plus many other online book sellers around the world.

(*: well, no, not really from an AI, just the poet typing on a keyboard)

Bumblebee: Poems for Dark Times

Title: Imbalance: Poems for Sitting Down

Release Date: 2021-10-23

Summary:

Imbalance is a modern poetry collection for the seated generation. Poems to help deal with sitting down, being seated, and the frequently failed attempts of getting back up again. Select remedies are serendipitously scattered throughout. Crayons are optional.

Available now from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Waterstones, plus many other online book sellers around the world.

Imbalance: Poems for Sitting Down

Title: Ghosts: Poems in Black and White

Release Date: 2020-08-12

Summary:

Ghosts frequently haunt the places we desire the most in our search for solitude: our memories. Our ghosts are personal, intimate, and often unreasonable foes of days long gone. Over time they become our sparring partners in the eternal ring of unyielding fires, refusing to heed our cries for mercy.

Ghosts is a collection of personal poetry painted in black and white. Poems dealing with past and present ghosts, and with the life and inevitable death of the poet they left behind.

Please be aware: the topics covered herein may be upsetting to some readers. There is explicit content: strong language, references to abuse and scenes of a sexual nature; plus frequent misuse of punctuation, grammar, and the English language.

Available now from Amazon, Barnes & Noble, Waterstones, plus many other online book sellers around the world.

Ghosts: Poems in Black and White