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.

Ergo Pluralis

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Ergo Pluralis

Sometimes there is only one line /

Are you struggling to read between them?

Sometimes there is no space left /

Are you struggling to add something useful?

Sometimes there is subtext hiding /

Are you struggling to hear it?

Right there, between my thin layer 

of context, I am hiding 

Can you see us?


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No camera can fully capture

The face I see in the mirror

There is a distortion in the energy

Like a song sung when no-one is

Listening 

In a forest made of

Knives


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Burn Baby Burn

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Burn Baby Burn

Baby, let’s reignite the fires

Our smoldering lives lack 

  prominence, and desire

Baby, let’s reignite the fires

Our chilling bones, the embers

  need topping, and overturning 

Baby, let’s reignite the fires

You bring the ferwode, and I 

  the glonion glonoin

Baby, let’s reignite the fires

The final day’s upon us, let’s 

  burn like the stars above us


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White Van Man

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I am white, 
white is not a colour,
thus I am not of colour

My van is white,
white is not a colour,
thus my van is not of colour 

I am a man,
I am of men decended,
thus I struggle 

Am I a White Van man,
Am I a White Man with a van,
Am I a van among White men,
Am I White only – or a blend


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just in case …

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The grandfather clock did not strike 
midnight as the Cat passed on a Rat 
too gay, too riddled with pain, too too 
the train said; instead

I want to clarify – just in case … 

The grandfather clock was dead, like 
the father before it, a pocket watch at 
birth with no option of soft ware 
upgrade. Solid firm wear – the 
beginning in a pocket // the end at a 
dark corner in an abandoned house

I want to clarify – just in case … 

I do not believe in Time. I believe in 
the passing. Once passed – Twice 
ticking, tocking, ticking, tocking – as if 
that would help Time passing out

I want to clarify – just in case … 

The Cat was never harmed during the 
writing of these lines. The Rat was 
unfortunate – I will say no more about 
that. The train later became a watch 
maker and married a church annex, 
their offspring roams the earth in 
search for salvation and the fountain 
of youth 

I wanted to clarify – just in case …


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Hug That Hog

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The ice beneath my feet are thinning.
Each step taking me further away from
the shore, the sure, and safety. 
A wider crack appears behind me and 
I see water emerging. There is fog 
ahead, though more appealing than 
the sun warmed beach I left I slow to 
a halt. I know not what this future 
holds, but change is good and I will 
embrace it


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At the garden centre posh and plush

A bottle of finest French cordial stood 

A purchase made with that in mind 

A compulsory bottle shake before 
                                       opening time

Quickly though the realisation came 

The bottle did in fact contain 

Carbonated drink all ready made 

As the kitchen quickly soaked
                                      in spray


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Please Ignore

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The monsters in your head 

The little crumbs in your bed

    Ignore, ignore me, ignore me not

The shadow in the corner of your eye

The broken nail stuck in your behind

    Ignore, ignore me, ignore me not

The flash in the pan left burning 

The safety belt dangling from the 
                                       ceiling rose

    Ignore, ignore me, ignore me not

The satanic cult on an acid trip 

The last man standing, falling down

    Ignore, ignore me, ignore me not

I am still around, longing for more …


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Maybe

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Maybe I have never been comfortable 
in my own clothes,

Maybe I have always walked in shoes
tied a bit too loose, 

Maybe I have always liked things others 
find odd,

Maybe now I found a way to manage 
all that,

Maybe a change of gender will help, 
a new life as a fictional character 
I crave


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