Poetry Drafts

The Poet’s Silence

Poetry Drafts / / By 
There is no truth in poetic platitudes 
No Goddess or Muse awaiting the poet's 
Silence 

The is no truth between the stars
No path set straight or 
Unaligned 

There is no truth beneath silver skies 
No earthen land to enrich a broken
Mind 

There is no truth in barren soil 
No strong roots supporting leafy
Oaks

There is no truth in roots growing 
No foundation for a mindful life
Propaganda 

There is no truth in dusty books
No pattern of prosperity for its
Following 

The is no truth in common tongue 
No metaphors fit for the gathering 
Crowd 

There is no truth in poetic platitudes 
No Goddess or Muse awaiting the poet's 

Silence

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Dawn of Divinity

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Beneath a sky turning silvery
The faces of strangers 
Cast aside 

Fingers crossed and searching 
A phantom feeling of joy
Briefly 

From a grass-covered mound
A slow trickle of the Goddess's
Nectar 

The innocent meeting of flesh 
As dawn turn to
Silver

Dawn of Divinity

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Beneath a sky turning silvery
The faces of strangers 
Cast aside 

Fingers crossed and searching 
A phantom feeling of joy
Briefly 

From a grass-covered mound
A slow trickle of the Goddess's
Nectar 

The innocent meeting of flesh 
As dawn turn to
Silver

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

Rhapsody in Blue

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Feet firmly attached
Pedals circulating
Another morning dawns
Unable to propel me 

A perpetual pendulum swing

A stationary solitude 
Watching other faces 
Other people and their
Otherworldly expressions

A perpetual pendulum swing 

My skin covered with tears
A longing for another way
Another bypass round this
Hamlet of dread 

A perpetual pendulum swing

So hot, unsweetened truth
I wipe the tears on my cloth
A smile of bewildered hope 
My rhapsody in blue

Rhapsody in Blue

Poetry Drafts / / By 
Feet firmly attached
Pedals circulating
Another morning dawns
Unable to propel me 

A perpetual pendulum swing

A stationary solitude 
Watching other faces 
Other people and their
Otherworldly expressions

A perpetual pendulum swing 

My skin covered with tears
A longing for another way
Another bypass round this
Hamlet of dread 

A perpetual pendulum swing

So hot, unsweetened truth
I wipe the tears on my cloth
A smile of bewildered hope 
My rhapsody in blue

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

To Become a God

Poetry Drafts / / By 
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

To Become a God

Poetry Drafts / / By 
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 ยฉ 2021 @behind-the-veil-of-sanity / Hayden Veil

Custard and Cream

Poetry Drafts / / By 
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 โ€“ incomprehensible

Custard and Cream

Poetry Drafts / / By 
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 โ€“ incomprehensible

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

Bon Voyage

Poetry Drafts / / By 
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

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