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.

so and …

So and therefore
So and thus
I reveal the shadows behind the us

I have so far lived
I have so far loved
I have though failed to go beyond
The rules of love - unobtained

The therefores and the thusโ€™
I am here, as thus
As this
In tatters

Walk with me
Down my lanes
Though dark they seem
Light will shine

Light will be our guide cordially
Ashone upon yer face:

โ€ฆ

Aargh!, the witch, the witch
A wee shy lassie sits
Abeigh as thoโ€™ in hiding
Dinky dimpled & brown dribbled
Bonny enough for mah eye, aye!

I awaken and I see
My errors
Scott I is not
Though forever grateful --

For your trust

words flattened

I get worried
Worried when people, some people
Yes that could be you!
Apparently begin to digest
My words
My words as written in solitude
In the silence of a single soul
In the silence of one, waiting
I get worried when people
Begin to engage,
When they take me for a ride
Unfunny,
When my words fall flat

Unwittingly

sometimes

Sometimes, the desire for normality
Far outreaches the opportunity and
Ability to obtain.

Sometimes, the dreams are not
Enough.

Sometimes, I call you
In vain.

in unison

I cover my lips with your
Cork-fruit flavour,
The lingering of death
Between our pale palpitations,
We stand and we fall as
The wee beings we are,
Becoming less with each
Breath we draw,
With each hope discarded,
With every undressing,
With every scabrous shave of
Lingering you die and
We move on in unison,
Faces covered and

Shivering

Between layers of anchovies

In my mindโ€™s eye I see
Fifty shades of gray,
I hope for a rise down below but
All I feel is pain,
Walking along the shaded streets of
Bewilderment I find myself
Wondering,
Is there any truth out there
Between the layers of anchovies &
The fish I smell,
Stenches from the rotten corpses

I inhabit

deaf ears

The view of the world I present
through my writing,
an adjusted layered
a belusted view of the void,
the waves unruled
the manspreading of kings
mansplaining to --

deaf ears

the dissonance of us

Fair daughter face my fears
fair daughter hear your words
your words through my ears
my fears as I interpret you
as I suspect your intentions
your insinuations play on my strings
untuned harmonies --
the dissonance of us

without howlings

I wash my plate unstained
a fierce force of fresh water hits my face
the trickle down my leg a flashback of other times
of an outside world without howlings
of a world free of wolves
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