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.

… and darkness spread

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… and darkness spread across the land,
like paint from an overturned bucket,
Magnolia at its best, making the
Old Masters superfluous





… and darkness spread across the land,
calling forth the wind and howlings,
speaking truth with no ears fluttering,
the silence dropped its anchor





… and darkness spread across the land,
and men tried and men tied their
laceless shoes, stumbling onwards
blindfolded





… and darkness spread across the land,
the rivers sourced in unseen eyes,
an unending supply of salty





water

the silence

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There is no protection
Against the silence,
The words desperately
Wanted; the never spoken
Neither lovingly nor in
Anger. The silence
A dagger even blunt
Turns the kindest of souls





Into murderers

control

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Con……………Troll
I imagine
Having both / qualities /
Striking twice the
….Luck
My brethren I declare
….this is not the ebb
The flow, or the ultimate
….low-ride
A mere flat, a
Puncture of the veins
….of life
An unbeaten heart still
Beating
A flat roof leaking
….red wine
I imagine more
….each day
That is my insanity taking --





 control

As your words fell flat

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As your words fell flat,
I picked them up & I nailed them
Or with glue attached them thus:
To a piece of papyrus; deadwood.

As the stack grew higher,
Piled up towards the heavens,
I chose a few for safekeeping,
To get me by when times got rough.

Now with the bells tolling, the
Time is right to say the things I
Never minded then; back when the
Storm raged in full.

I will bind you; line your legacy for a
Future you; a future me to watch,
A ghost among many ghosts

To haunt me

an eerie silence

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There is silence,
An eerie silence,
On the dark side of the moon,
And in the bedroom,
Where you once roamed





The dark bark of the dog gone quiet,
The limp limbs of nocturnal rendezvous,
Neither amiss considering the plights,
The might of fear at night turned
To life





Itself

web of lies

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I weave a web of lies / ‘fore God’s susceptible eyes / I squash the bugs that slithers / emerging from ‘neath the bush / She wore no high heels / a hazily memory recall / our nocturnal rendezvous / all too short / yet worms surfaced / slithering & ripe for a final reckoning / she no longer strolls the shaded sidewalks / I carry her legacy with me / her memory fading as the decades pass / my regular returns to the undergrowth / my slithering moves / remains

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

web of lies

Poetry Drafts / / By 
I weave a web of lies / ‘fore God’s susceptible eyes / I squash the bugs that slithers / emerging from 'neath the bush / She wore no high heels / a hazily memory recall / our nocturnal rendezvous / all too short / yet worms surfaced / slithering & ripe for a final reckoning / she no longer strolls the shaded sidewalks / I carry her legacy with me / her memory fading as the decades pass / my regular returns to the undergrowth / my slithering moves / remains

Bo Sez

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Bo* sez to keep adistance
To stay apart
I do me best to carry on & so I
Ty ur hands behind the back
The cling film snug around ur neck
Bubble wrap for extra cover
The durx freshly mounted rubber
Cutting holes for me pleasures
Yo limp mode inspired alooney

Bo* sez to stay away

No babes u ain’t getting it ur

Way

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

Bo Sez

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Bo* sez to keep adistance
To stay apart
I do me best to carry on & so I
Ty ur hands behind the back
The cling film snug around ur neck
Bubble wrap for extra cover
The durx freshly mounted rubber
Cutting holes for me pleasures
Yo limp mode inspired alooney





Bo* sez to stay away





No babes u ain’t getting it ur





Way

The Comic Strip

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If I were
A comic strip
There would be black clouds
Hovering
Rain falling on a sunlit patio
Threeway communication on
Two-way streets between
Single-minded & one dimensional
Cardboard cutouts





If I were
A comic strip
I would be the reader
The master teller
The doodler colouring
Their bleakness





Away
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