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.

Verity

Poetry Drafts / / By 
I breathe in your raging fire
Choke on its acrid smoke
Words once merely

    Innocent 

Now tears the fabric of my 

    Verity

So young at heart, yet so 
Far beyond the date of
Human expiry, I no longer
Meander among the

    Living

This moment of incertitude
Obscured by persistent rain &
Clouds of judgement, clouds
My 

   Judgement

A final thought mayhap 
Where to โ€“ 
Why can I not see
The path taken hitherto
The path towards this 

    Oblivion

Without the powers to 
Foresee, I seek without 
Finding the untrodden path
The byway towards

    Salvation

Towards Salivation
I wail,  grasping the trunk
Shaking for the rotten fruit
To drop, wishing for a wind to
Take me to the house of 

    Ale

Away from the house of hell
To take me far beyond 
The point of 

    Returning

Alas, reality returns with
Your eyes alight, poisoned
Uncovered veins 

    Vibrating

I breathe in your raging fire
Choke on its acrid smoke
Words once merely 

    Innocent 

Tears now the fabric of my 

    Heart

Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

The Puppetry of Ages

Poetry Drafts / / By 
 Join the perpetual sleepers 
 Dream of everlasting crave 
 Descend the abyss 
 Unending
 
 Burn with me 
 Let your final thought 
 Become the light for
 Others!
 
 Scan the encompassing heavens 
 Howl at Mother Moon 
 Descend the abyss
 Pursuing
 
 Burn with me 
 Let your final thought 
 Become the light for
 Others!
 
 Mind the gap 
 Purge the white line 
 Descend the abyss 
 Beloved
 
 Burn with me 
 Let your final thought 
 Become the light for
 Others!
  
 Leave your mark
 Write your legacy
 Descend the abyss
 Bequeathing
 
 Burn with me 
 Let your final thought 
 Become the light for
 Others!
  
 Light the flamethrower 
 Torch our final bridge 
 Descend the abyss 
 Dreaming
 
 Burn with me 
 Let your final thought 
 Become the light for
 Others

The Puppetry of Ages

Poetry Drafts / / By 
 Join the perpetual sleepers 
 Dream of everlasting crave 
 Descend the abyss 
 Unending
 
 Burn with me 
 Let your final thought 
 Become the light for
 Others!
 
 Scan the encompassing heavens 
 Howl at Mother Moon 
 Descend the abyss
 Pursuing
 
 Burn with me 
 Let your final thought 
 Become the light for
 Others!
 
 Mind the gap 
 Purge the white line 
 Descend the abyss 
 Beloved
 
 Burn with me 
 Let your final thought 
 Become the light for
 Others!
  
 Leave your mark
 Write your legacy
 Descend the abyss
 Bequeathing
 
 Burn with me 
 Let your final thought 
 Become the light for
 Others!
  
 Light the flamethrower 
 Torch our final bridge 
 Descend the abyss 
 Dreaming
 
 Burn with me 
 Let your final thought 
 Become the light for
 Others

Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

The Purge

Poetry Drafts / / By 
 I vowed to steal
 A single word
 From a page
 In a script
 Long forgotten,

 Left on a shelf in the
 Darkest of convents
 Covered in cobwebs
 Enchanted by hexe,
 The book of eld
 Summoned me

 I vowed to scatter its
 Ashes before me as
 I prayed for her 
 blessings โ€“
 
 Oh  My Lady, Hear me!
 
 My precious Lady of
 The Moon gather
 Accept my offering of
 A single word scorched,

 Once bred by sorcery
 Magic old as the heavens
 This word is now โ€“ obsolete
 
 I vowed to continue the
 Mission of purging until
 Every single word had
 
 Ceased,
  
 Until every poet
 In the land stood erect
 Silently wishing 
 They had taken
 Better care of
 
 Their legacy

The Purge

Poetry Drafts / / By 
 I vowed to steal
 A single word
 From a page
 In a script
 Long forgotten,

 Left on a shelf in the
 Darkest of convents
 Covered in cobwebs
 Enchanted by hexe,
 The book of eld
 Summoned me

 I vowed to scatter its
 Ashes before me as
 I prayed for her 
 blessings โ€“
 
 Oh  My Lady, Hear me!
 
 My precious Lady of
 The Moon gather
 Accept my offering of
 A single word scorched,

 Once bred by sorcery
 Magic old as the heavens
 This word is now โ€“ obsolete
 
 I vowed to continue the
 Mission of purging until
 Every single word had
 
 Ceased,
  
 Until every poet
 In the land stood erect
 Silently wishing 
 They had taken
 Better care of
 
 Their legacy

Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

Windswept

Poetry Drafts / / By 
 I entered the night oven, the carriage to
 Another place; towards the light of
 Day, I remarked at the flickering of 
 Thought abandonment
 
 A personal hell amidst clean sheets
  I found the darkness in turmoil,
 The feline friends without, fighting for
  A mouse or otherwise
 
 Left naked and alone in the land of 
 Nev Yn I rose to find a fire ablaze,
 A star of the lost thought of night 
 Descended
 
 She only gave her mother's name
 Windswept โ€“ as the angel ascended
 My sacred soul in tow, across the
 Heavens
 
 Clutching the void I dreamt of peace &
 Her full understanding, wishing days of 
 Sorrow were finally behind me, alas,
 No divine revelation unfolded
 
 Closer and closer I fought an urge to
 Scream, then wither and detach from
 The grasp l had never really held in 
 Earnest
 
 Without a thought of consequence
 I let go and her darkness embraced 
 The physical embodiment of hope,
 The final days of being โ€“ done

Poetry Drafts / / By

Windswept

I entered the night oven, the carriage to
Another place; towards the light of
Day, I remarked at the flickering of
Thought abandonment

A personal hell amidst clean sheets
I found the darkness in turmoil,
The feline friends without, fighting for
A mouse or otherwise

Left naked and alone in the land of
Nev Yn I rose to find a fire ablaze,
A star of the lost thought of night
Descended

She only gave her mother’s name
Windswept โ€“ as the angel ascended
My sacred soul in tow, across the
Heavens

Clutching the void I dreamt of peace &
Her full understanding, wishing days of
Sorrow were finally behind me, alas,
No divine revelation unfolded

Closer and closer I fought an urge to
Scream, then wither and detach from
The grasp l had never really held in
Earnest

Without a thought of consequence
I let go and her darkness embraced
The physical embodiment of hope,
The final days of being โ€“ done

Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

Innocence Protruding

Poetry Drafts / / By 
The void inside my head
Echoes the barren land before me,
I stroll aimlessly downwards
Along misty paths obscured,
Towards the Shadowlands of
Satisfaction.

Directionless, one foot then
The other I find my way through
Mazes of nothingness.
Slowly raising a single eyebrow, a
Sign of surviving my two-pronged
Crown.

I raise my glass for pleasure
Drink to keep myself afloat,
Ponder without grandiose pleasure
I think to keep otherness without
As I find my infecund throat
Forsaken

I grind their pills to powder
The mortal pestle slowly stirring
In a mortar of my scull devised,
Failed and by torment raised
Left to my own devices here
I rise, only to tumble again

I snort the flower of every
Colour combined, the
Winter calls me to the
Child unborn, to the
Innocence โ€“

                                                             Protruding

Poetry Drafts / / By

Innocence Protruding

The void inside my head
Echoes the barren land before me,
I stroll aimlessly downwards
Along misty paths obscured,
Towards the Shadowlands of
Satisfaction.

Directionless, one foot then
The other I find my way through
Mazes of nothingness.
Slowly raising a single eyebrow, a
Sign of surviving my two-pronged
Crown.

I raise my glass for pleasure
Drink to keep myself afloat,
Ponder without grandiose pleasure
I think to keep otherness without
As I find my infecund throat
Forsaken

I grind their pills to powder
The mortal pestle slowly stirring
In a mortar of my scull devised,
Failed and by torment raised
Left to my own devices here
I rise, only to tumble again

I snort the flower of every
Colour combined, the
Winter calls me to the
Child unborn, to the
Innocence โ€“

Protruding

Copyright ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

Each and Every Morning

Poetry Drafts / / By 
 Each and every accursed morning
 You give me the word of day, as if
 I would know what to do with it,
 Supposedly expect some release
 From this recurring revelation of
 Grandiosity

 Each and every blasted morning
 You whack me, urge me to transition
 From sleep to delusions of grandeur,
 Poking and prodding my vernacular
 mind as you observe the flaws in my
 Linguistical appropriations

 Each and every cursed morning
 I run towards the empty page
 Only to find no tools to tell with
 So the search for a suitable marker
 Commences,  the hunger
 Growing inside
 
 Each and every damned morning
 The quest for pens, pencils or a
 Goose neck to wring for a single
 Quill ends with empty hands and
 Unmanicured nails, ready to scar
 The arms of innocence
 
 Each and every execrable morning
 The realisation of inadequacy
 Presents itself as thus, the
 Desireless days of the present
 Overshadowing the glory days
 Long passed
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