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 was her blue eyed whore, her smack &

Bestest friend of all

/

She was my tart, home made from berries

Blue with warts

/

We were odd at best, peculiar no doubt

Kept up appearances and the lies for all

/

They never understood the reasons why,

Why the otherness and other world meant

More to us than dollars

/

Others might say we did alright,

Considering age and lack of milage

/

We were old souls in young bodies,

Pursuing purpose and meaningful hours,

Failing to grasp the path we followed

Only led to the bottomless pit of

Sorrows

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I would wear Tardi’s hats and

Manara’s legs

In suspended animation

.

Growing up with comics for adults,

The raw and the violently brutal

Realisations taught me to

Remain young

.

I was lost in fantasy

Before I even started

Growing; before I even

Began living

.

I doubt there was ever a

Hope of surviving, a lost

Cause, naked bar the

Hat

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Once,

Only once,

Only once have I felt sickened to

The bone,

Unable to sleep;

Scared shitless,

I recall little of

The events but

The wall calendar shows

Today is –

28 days later

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Please wear a skimpy tank top,

In shades of grey as I prefer,

I so not beg but dream,

I dreamt of high-heels and

Tank-tops revealing mostly

Skin

.

Please then read the writings,

Upon the wall my words are true,

In black on white the words of you

& Us, no longer spoken in tune

.

Please write you words, a response

In kind,

& I will be here

Waiting

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Fourteen years ago I took a photograph of a person very dear to me. Later, seeing it on screen I knew I would one day use it as the cover of a book. Today I created that book cover.

I see fools

Poetry Drafts / / By 
I bear witness to a breaking, a parting of
Friends.

I bear witness to the uselessness of
Witnesses to no end.

I bear no grudge to either failures
I see no crying taking place
On either side of the arguments
I see fools -- not friends

Black Rose

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The Black Rose beckons me
Like the Fiddler in the stream of old
& the maple leaf flying in a distant breeze.
Symbols of longevity, prosperity &
Subtle truths

I feel the calling of the wind
Yet the love of the rose remains &
With the fading Fiddler I cannot trust
I waver about the paths before me

Across the fields of dreams
Nymphs of youthful juices roam
In pursuit of hearts of eager young men
Lost to unspoken dreams

I was once lost; a man without purpose
Once lost in the illusions of truth
Truths now obliterated
Truncated
Stewed and steamed &
Soon to be purged & cleansed from this
Feeble corpse of manliness

The Black Rose beckons me
The Fiddler knows my name
The Maple leaf … a wrapper at best

For my final rest

Missing Out

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I’m sorry for not taking the time & effort
To read your bleeding hearts’ outpourings
,,,
I am at present (& god for knows how long)
Unable to comprehend anything & …
Anything but the rising of the sun and the
Setting of the moon above
,,,
I am lost
Not part of anything that matters
Unengaged as far as engagement goes &
Unconcerned about all matters thereof
,,,
‘I’ve got to give it up’, Phil sang and
I found the evocation apt as it left to us
Interpret his intentions:
'Drugs’ most would say as he did his fair
Share of the bane of contemporary life
But I can see the other issues; the otherlife
And that broken string once strummed so
Hard
,,,
I’m sorry
I’m sorry to you as reader
I’m sorry for you the mother
Having to put up with a son so
Eager to stay away, to stay afloat
On his own; walking tall without having
Been born with a silver spoon
,,,
Comma Comma Comma
,,,
I’m sorry mother
I’m sorry that you will never read this &
Never know how it was to grow up
To be told to stay away from strangers;
Never to be told the truth of love
And the consequences of --


Missing out
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