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.

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I’ve been in many bars, drinking until them

Legs no longer kept me astanding, until me

Eyes were weary of the naked skin of pale

Ladies

.

I never had a pale skin approaching me,

Never had a skin dip in the pool backwards

Facing, never attracted attention of them

Fair maidens of the night

.

Why I ask is that my fate, to roam the night

In solitude & in search of that which want

Nothing from me, when I am most times as

Gullible as anything roaming

.

A bipedal with a xxxx in hand,

A xxxxxx &

Xxxx I admit willingly, a

xxxxxx

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At times I wish there was a version,

A version of you that wanted me, or

should I say a version of me.

Like you longed for Jason Bourne Esq.

I could live on such desire

For a lifetime, Jason & I

Brothers in arms,

I desired you

Unlike Jason /born/

Who only tried

To fool you,

As you fell I told you

So so so so I told you so,

In so many ways I told you

In so many versions I

Fooled you.

So here we stand

Naked and alone,

Wishing upon stars,

Versions of ours,

Crashing these hours,

The final towers

Crumbling,

Our versions

Redacted to

One solid

Temptation.

Our final versions,

Unwanted

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I go into hiding,

the pattern repeats itself,

I go,

I walk,

I stand behind the shadow of a tree,

Empowered by bark &

The chewing, the golden sap –

Endlessly gooey

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I walked the old path through the lands of robotic modems; whistling the tune of CONNECT 2400. Searching for the answers I could only find in the carrier melodies of old; the phreaking legacy of inline signalling. Between the boxes and shrubs I hid, tweaking liberties as I progressed. Although the ending was inevitable, the path I walked was truly blessed

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Fingering the three-pronged crown, the couch and the simmering of ball-bearings / I left no visible breadcrumbs behind, the cookies all crumbled inside me / & the robots wept as we forgot them / we killed our future kind / we left it all in others’ pursuit / a fight that no-one won

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love is binary, it cannot happen twice, it starts as nothing, a zero that with effort is turned into a one: through beating gets moulded into something not round, and left to rot and further decay, rusts and remains oh so stale, until one day it finds another purpose, but here is where I stop this story; this journey as it goes beyond my understanding, this transition from nothing into … something of a kind, I wait, hesitantly, for signs of … that

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My latest love goes as this, as thus and therefore as us, the mes (that is me in plurality as we tend to come in multiplicity):

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6oz of beef strips, fried dry until the moist evaporates

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A few splashes of cooking oil, rapeseed is the current choice of ours

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Then add a whack of cayenne pepper, some chili powder, smoked paprika, not forgetting the Chinese five-spice – oh aplenty

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Before the five minute timer expires add some soy sauce for the salty matters, stir and stir until content

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Serve with steamed broccoli and cauliflower, a bottle de vino and the world is your oyster

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Do this daily & do this now

You know it makes sense

To eat it all

To love

Food

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As if it would be wrong to ask

Before triggering the lambastic

Execution,

Sometimes, all it takes is a hug

& I am still searching for permission

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& we shall dance until we fall,

Only one of us remaining tall,

I danced on your grave until you

Woke and reach for my hand,

Warts and all

.

I found a bead, dead and buried

I saw the seed of life emerging,

We kissed and everything we hoped

To be, became to us as real could be

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& in the morning follow through

We met and wed and all was so,

And so and so it all began,

With disbeliefs turned ahead,

& God’s sword of passion –

Glowing

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