July 2021

The papyrus spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of 
Mundane lives,
The code of pure evil
Waited.

As the apprentice strode forth,
Dazzled by illusions of grandeur
Enticed by the voices of rights,
Embraced the oncoming storm
Praying for gold and wine,
The heart of pure ignorance
Wavered.

The scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of 
Mundane lives,
The code of evil
Waited.

As the journeyman sped onwards,
Unconcerned by illusions of grandeur
Impartial to the voices of rights,
Rode out into the ever-beating storm
Praying for gods and wine,
The heart of pure innocence
Steadied.

The magical scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 47-11.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of 
Mundane lives,
The code of incongruity
Beckoned.

As the master hovered in trance,
Creating illusions of grandeur
Speaking with the one true voice,
Impervious to other matters
Sipping wine aged and cool,
The heart of pure knowing
Pounded.

The magic scroll spoke of a heaven,
The secrets of the 4711.
Chanted in chambers
Chilled by the vacuum of 
Mundane lives,
The code of pure bliss
Embraced him.

The secrets of the 4711
The root to ultimate control, 
Everything and everybody
Caught blissfully unaware,
Under the greying skies laid bare
The purposeless audit of
Becoming a god, in awe the
Mortals whispered, in awe
They slumped to ground &
Perished

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

I counted the good days, their 
Frequency and intensity, their 
Everlasting legacy, life quality 
As indicated,

Once a month became 
Quarterly only to fall into the
Annual range,  eventually
Morphing into abandonment.

I counted the tumblings in hay, their 
Frequency and sensitivity, their
Fleeting ambiguity, life quality 
As indicated,

Once a day became once a week
Monthly slowed to annually, eventually
Decades would have passed by in
Delightful drought. 

I counted the self reflecting, in
Cracked unpolished mirrors and 
Closed circuit televisions, life quality 
As indicated,

Once a day became monthly 
Drudgery, drifting further away
From the imagery of self held 
Innately.

Qualities as illustrated,
A slice of pie served without 
Custard or cream on a 
Menu of life – incomprehensible

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

You were never a journey
Never my final destination,
Only the inevitable result of 
Purposeless procrastination

You were never my shining light
Never my lighthouse at night,
Only obscurity from studies of
Alternative application to life

You were never at a crossroads
Never knew 360 degrees of 
Oppressing options,  always on 
Clear roads with broken mirrors

You were never meant pillion ride
Never meant to feel the vibration,
Not once to discover my joy in life
Preventing the oncoming slaughter

You were never meant to be
Never meant for me, only too late
I found euphoria, the enlightened 
Mind of One 

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

Your face distorted
battle-scarred without ever enlisting
waves of life showing others the passing of time
counted as inequality

The lens of time
cruelty beyond
measure 

Your face distorted
blue-lipped without a humane smile
a sneer of plastered disapproval 
the keyboard missing a joyful
key

The lens of time
cruelty beyond
measure 

Your face distorted,
soulless eyes and colours pulled by gravity
an auxiliary aurora borealis
setting beyond your
horizon

The lens of time
cruelty beyond
measure 

The lens of time
distorting
truth

The lens of time
distorting
life

The lens of time
distorting

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

At the time of writing 
Ignorance was bliss,
I found myself blessed by
The Mistress of Dawntime,
Her embracing feathers &
Juvenile smile

At the time of reading
Ignorance all but rejected,
I found myself grasping for
The straws of crop circles,
The fringe across the forehead
An itching smirk

At the time of judgement
Ignorance long since purged,
I found myself unreachable,
The Mistress a mere memory,
The crops merely 
Weed 

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