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.

tl;dr

Poetry Drafts / / By 
tl;dr & tl;dw as I fell
foul of presumptions
after consuming too much sugar &
too much lard,
trying to quench my thirst with the blood of
the Isle of Skye,

I stand sitting
wallowing in the memories of yesterday
picturing the morrow and the fog
of the day ahead,

I look back at the comma of the previous
sentence & think: man I wonder if Jay ever
experienced days like mine,
If Charlie ever wished she’d left the couch of
snowballs alone & if the if Wandering Magician
truly knows the truth of the fake surprise

beyond this realm;
beyond us
beneath us
being us
regarding us
regurgitating
this:
the us
the tl;dr; & the
tl;dw
the unwritten above & the

beyond

Poetry Drafts / / By

redleafhaiku:

If you had to choose 

just one of two, would it be 

to read, or to write? 

🍁 Red Leaf Haiku by © John Clark Helzer

Write, without a doubt

the mercury rises

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As the mercury rises
I resign to the fate:
we all helped create this
fuck-up of late

We could have done better
We could have done more
But we ain’t worth saving
We ain’t worth naught

As the mercury rises
I resign to the fate:
our stories will stop
while others’ prevail

We will be silenced
We will cease to be
But we had our time
& we will have our --

peace

shine

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If you find me too toxic, then
consider this proposition:
I am your reflection, I am
your history; & the bones just broken
are mine

The dead and their whisperings are
my legacy. Our merger - our marriage
long since written; written into the
stars above & above

we will shine

Christmas Cards

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Taking down the cards you sent me
I kept a few for the public show
wanting Christmas to somehow matter
little difference they made in truth
stowing them away for keeping
another year another lie
maybe next one will be different
like our decades of dividing smiles
faceless moments captured
on the back of a Christmas --

Card

to cleanse, to purge

Poetry Drafts / / By 
There are suggestions from above that
I might be wasting my life flicking through
channels that make my stomach turn

I have digested so much in my lifetime,
all which now seems twisted and turned &
I feel an urge to vomit;
To cleanse;
To purge;
To leave all your mistakes behind
For you to deal with

I have had it
I have
I really do wish you the best of luck
picking up the trash
the garbage you created
before they come
before their judgement
before the truth

is out

the specifics

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I have forgotten the specifics
why I no longer saw you fit,
fit to be the mother of my children &
my wife in the eyes of the church

I have forgotten the specifics
why I no longer trusted your sight,
the insight into finding value in the
meager and the bleak of night

I have forgotten the specifics
why and to whom concerned,
concerning the bereaved as much as
the dead now adjourned

I have forgotten the specifics
of all which came to pass,
this night now almost beyond us &
and the dread from which we run

I have forgotten the specifics
of why I cannot be,
if becoming was the purpose
I have failed -- spectacularly

to break from traditions

Poetry Drafts / / By 
there are days when the light, as
perceived at the end of the tunnel, is
more akin to surprise than sheer
blesphamy

this message, regardless of you faith,
is a true statement of my intent, to
support the heir royal in their pursuits of
independence; and ultimately, their
neverending happiness of wonders

With H, and M and little G; why should we
not support their move to break free, to
break from tradition, from the chains of
birth

I for one hail them
and their new

pursuits
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