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.

Another Day in the Life of…

A subtle vibration

Birds chirping

The dawn greeting

is silent but

welcoming

The shower hot

Full breakfast with beans

on the side

The drive effortless

The Green Wave

across the city

A smiling face in

reception, the first cup

a delight

Typing away vigoursly

Lunch at the food park

Typing typing typing

Cleaner’s arriving

Leaving as midnight

approaches

Driving,

the roads are empty

my head’s the same

Parking up in darkness

Silence greeting the

bottle unveiling

a cork undone

The haze increasing

gradually as the

another chapter of

The Satanic Verses are

added…

silence this night

As the sun sets in the East

I reach out

touch your hand

a gentle squeeze

I lift the glass to health

silence.

silence..

silence…

drinks alone

this night

Ad Infinitum

The knife lacks a
sharp edge
scratches is all I manage
Cutting deep the
ultimate dream
The flood of blood
Ad Infinitum

I hope

With age comes loss

I don’t remember when

I stopped growing

stopped changing

Seeing children growing up

Taller and fatter as

the years piles on

I remain twenty-five and

a summer short

of finding love

I hope

The Yays – The Nays

Sinking

Slower

Silence surrounds me

Screaming echoes bouncing through

My head

The Yays

The Nays

Pressure agrowing

Ageless doubts

Awoken

The List

The list of not so clever things

some said while

others done

hiding deep inside

of me

the carpet covers

cardinal sins

dark deeds

done without

poison done

within

The list of not so clever things

is mine, and mine

alone

the burning bush

I promise you only one thing

promises are for

losers of faith

let the swing take you

over the edge

to oblivion and

beyond

close your eyes and let

faith receive you on

the other side

I will be there waiting

the burning bush

am I

Icing on the cake

Behold the icing on the cake

GO white stuff !

drum

the Drum

never ending DRUMS

beating down my

skin

on your

skin

the sun RISING over

slight nipples

I stand

no more

no less

not sure

or…

Scars

You call them tattoos
the reflections of a life
lived inside out – spinning

the last air bubble of a
man swimming with pockets
full of rocks, the faded photo
of love imagined – lost

I only see scars

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