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These are poetry drafts. I consider all my poetry in a constant state of drafting, some with revision ongoing, others merely gathering dust. Some have been published but will still be considered drafts.

N.B. When these posts were imported I noticed some of my reblogs also got pulled in. It should be ovious from the contents that they are reblogs from other writers. I am in the process of removing those posts.

Elyanna

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Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Blow him a final note
Take him to the otherlands
Where true bliss and joy
Reside

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Take a leaf from the tree of life
Grind it and absorb the elixir of
Truth, thrice so thunders the
Revelations

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Hear the words unspoken
Convey His sacred untold lore
The divine bridge once forsaken
Lay in ruins

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Rebuild his broken bones
Heal his unshielded mind
Reunite the scattered pieces of
A moribund guardian of Gaia 

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Elyanna

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Blow him a final note
Take him to the otherlands
Where true bliss and joy
Reside

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Take a leaf from the tree of life
Grind it and absorb the elixir of
Truth, thrice so thunders the
Revelations

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Hear the words unspoken
Convey His sacred untold lore
The divine bridge once forsaken
Lay in ruins

Elyanna, mistress of the pipes
Rebuild his broken bones
Heal his unshielded mind
Reunite the scattered pieces of
A moribund guardian of Gaia 

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

I Said No

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You ask me for my index finger
I offer you my further
reaching，

You ask for more and more of
same, of sameness, kindness and
the final shiver,

You ask for careful kisses to
sooth your aching days
away,

You ask for answers given
in the margin of the book
unwritten,

You ask me for a singularity
And I -- I said

No

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You ask me for my index finger
I offer you my further
reaching，

You ask for more and more of
same, of sameness, kindness and
the final shiver,

You ask for careful kisses to
sooth your aching days
away,

You ask for answers given
in the margin of the book
unwritten,

You ask me for a singularity
And I -- I said

No 


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

As The Viper’s Bugloss Wilted

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I left you without farewells
The only way I knew
The only way I could remain – sane

I left you a pink rabbit
For your circadian cravings
To save you – from yourselves

I left you with the knowing
You would only stay awash
While the voltaic charge – prevailed

I left you without a future
For your darkened moods
 
As the viper's bugloss wilted

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

As The Viper’s Bugloss Wilted

By - 
I left you without farewells
The only way I knew
The only way I could remain – sane

I left you a pink rabbit
For your circadian cravings
To save you – from yourselves

I left you with the knowing
You would only stay awash
While the voltaic charge – prevailed

I left you without a future
For your darkened moods
 
As the viper's bugloss wilted

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I’ll begin another nap today, a hiatus from everything written, from all creative ambitions for which I feel such disconnect at present. I might be back, or not. I leave my testament here, only time will tell if it will be my final say.

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Note to self & listeners… You know those 20+ years you wrote from the heart not really considering the reader and how the words would be perceived in the mind of the receiver… Those years matters not; or matters little in the grand plan of … everything. 

After a few months of studying the art of poetry I find them pretentious and vain. Them being the reference of learning and marks. 

So here I stand at the crossroads of all. How to go on, and how to to find my purpose – here?

Any ideas? Any suggestions for one lost at sea …

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Note to tumblr (if you’re listening)

I am really disappointed how you just randomly disconnect me from the blogs I follow. If I don’t see any posts from a particular writer I assume they are busy with their life, doing whatever people do in their lives, I am not assuming you HAVE DISCONNECTED ME FROM THEIR FEED :/

But I will from now on. @staff , I am not amused.

The Feathers Fluttered

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and the swans swam
and the feathers fluttered
in a breeze caused by
the air rearrangement,

the ignition of the fuse
slowly surging forwards,
longing to tickle the
dynamite, eagerly awaiting
a moment to shine, to
explode in the face of
inevitably -- and truth,

and the swans swam
and the feathers fluttered
in the breeze
ever present
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