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.

flashbacks

I dont know if the preceding compulsion
or the subsequent convulsion was the worst part
all I know is that I will never do that again

I was told…

A psychic told me once, “they don’t approach you as they can’t understand your energy, they feel you are difference, and that scares them. You are divine, and the energy you emit is divine energy”. I did not believe her, then, but now; years down the line I think she might have been right. They do feel I am different, and that scares them. Divine or not, that part I can buy.

I knew her when she was younger

it’s all about them growing old, when we stay the same, forever

literary madness

upon the writers block
I place her; slow
strokes giving
hope that nought be
wrong, calming her
before the time
be upon me; to
disconnect her
stubborn head
in one fearsome
swoop of literary
madness

stay.

such pain

I never google people
not interested in
their pasts,
I broke that rule
to find a friend
only to be told;
he passed away,
I never google people
never will again
I rather live
ignorant
than suffer
such pain

a singularity

I recall a time I lived
as half of two combined
a singularity bound by  
fearless dreams and our
inherited powers.
I recall a time I lived
as half of two aligned
our mindless attraction
interfering, clarity  
an obfuscated truth.
I recall a time I lived
together – far apart
touching – feeling nought
screaming – silently.
I recall a time I lived
I cannot remember
how

I recently attended Rock en Seine in Paris and by chance I crossed paths with a music journalist, Eric. After long discussions about Blue Oyster Cult, a mutual favourite, he suggested I should check out Electric Mary, an Australian band and friends of his.

Well now I finally had some time to research Electric Mary, and wow. If you are into rock and need something to blend with the drinks on a Saturday night, check them out.

a step too far

I dreamt of physical intimacy – once

or was it just a hug?

Mayhap I dreamt a dream of hugs 

my mind in mud – I cannot recall, 

Though my desires far outreach

just dreaming, I do fall back to 

dreaming dreams as

hoping for actuality

asserting would be

a step too

far 

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