Author name: Hayden Veil

In an earlier incarnation, Hayden Veil enjoyed a successful career in software engineering, writing late-night poetry in pursuit of sanity. On 2 February 2020, the world of Hayden Veil changed: Ghosts became real and with its soul laid bare there was no turning back from the perpetual path of poetry.

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The discrepancy between that – which lingers at the tip of the tongue – wow! to that which gets chiselled into eternity; for prosperity – profound… to say the least,

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[ no love; no loss ]

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But I digress [?]

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Whatever I was trying to say

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still relevant

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There was a flash,

a trigger of thought,

a vibration of joy,

as I saw the Book of Witches

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There was a howling inside,

Wake up! Wake up!

as I recalled the urges,

and the smell of Brimstone

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There was a path once revealed,

long forgotten; lower yields,

upon the face of Lady Death,

my Mistress; I place my lips

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She is with the roots now,

befriending the soil in moderation,

without water and star lit nights,

hair growing; heir glowing cold,

and striped wall paper,

she longs

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Again

I have no moral values,

No value to man or beast,

Say you what you will of that,

Yo-yo my mood; a mode of pain,

Doom’d my game; I never will play

Again

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Better be the world of mine,

To stay away,

To shun that which burns,

Too deep the scars of late,

Too long the healing wait,

To feel again something

A craving,

Let others inherit the earth,

Stand tall among words

Written before,

I should smile at this but

Knowing the truth hurts,

so I go

In silence,

Hurt

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If this was you last day on planet earth,

What would you drink?

As a ceremonially farewell to

The doomed place of

Birth.

I drink Stella Artois,

and jumbo salted

Cashews

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Stupid Git

Covered in black carbon

Invisible to your intrusive eyes

I lurk, waiting,

Writing

Without readers,

I hide in

Plain sight,

Wondering

Why

that time

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this is the time of year when I start to question everything, well not everything-everything as that would take too long. But minor things like Tumblr and Tumblr and my writing at Tumblr, and Tumblr censorship, and Tumblr generally, and my feedback on Tumblr Beta software which goes completely unnoticed, and Tumblr, DID I MENTION TUMBLR?, …

(note to self: enter=new paragraph)

I miss my old self, the creation I managed in my head. Of Normality. Of just getting on with everything. 

#define EVERY_THING (NULL)

#define LIFE_PROSPECT EVERY_THING

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life.c:42 me – undefined type, assuming int

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I will not continue

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The tax man cometh (swords swords fucking swords)

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the boiler is the blink

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I will not persist

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I wish I could pretend again

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that all is well

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that all is as it

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should be…

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it is that time again

where the end draws

near

friends

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have you ever
considered yourself
a friend
?
did you ever
consider asking
the hard questions
?
beyond the annual
how are yous
?
unfearingly
wanting
to know
in actuality
how the fuck
they are
?
if so, then
I can only say
you are not
my friend of mine
as far as
the questions go
but that does not
mean though
we be not friends,
virtually,
distantly,
yet not

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