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147 · Sep 2017
On That Crater's Rim
Hadrian Veska Sep 2017
The world is no longer
The moon fallen from the sky

The sun is dull and distant
A mere twinkle in the eye

A lonesome spirit wanders
Amid those shattered shores

Where once young souls walked
Once and nevermore
146 · Nov 2017
The Wydyatt of Yune
Hadrian Veska Nov 2017
It haunts those streets
In the hidden hours
When neither sun nor moon
Grace the stillborn sky

That city lost long ago
To the steady march of the waves
In the ages since though
Have the great waters receeded

Leaving but strange memoires
Of coral and salt
Sitting upon the shores
Of a dried up sea

There, among thirsting relics
Of a bygone seabed
Does a creature lurk
In exalted solitude

Neither spirit nor man
But somewhere inbetween
shrouded in tattered cloth
And adorned by grievous horns

In and out through the ruins
Of that once alluring locus
Where in long ages past
The spirits and sprites yet lingered

But no longer
Now only the solitary Wydyatt
Haunts those ancient roads
Beneath the twilight skies
145 · Sep 2018
Erosion Lines
Hadrian Veska Sep 2018
Water flows
Years at a time
Erosion lines
Within my mind
Paths and inroads
Open and close
Places I was
I used to know
Never lost
Yet never home
Ever onward
Will I go
Until I find
My wandering soul
144 · Dec 2017
Pasts Left Forgotten
Hadrian Veska Dec 2017
This place had met annihilation
How long ago none could say
But it's ruins yet stood
Among the hills and forest valleys

I walked among such ruins
Since I was young
Yearning for the sights and sounds
This walls held in their prime

The craftmanship was unparalleled
Gorgeous even in destruction
The inscriptions on pillars
Beckoned me as if alive

I could never read them
For I knew not that old language
The language of a lost empire
That rose in distant ages

In my latter years I now shudder
Having studied that ancient tongue
And recalling the passages
Engraved upon those marbled archways

They spoke not of great conquests
Or kings and heroes of old
No they served only as warnings
For the generations to come

The penultimate inscription
That lay upon the palace walls
So important it was inlayed
With obsidian and gold, read thusly;

"No Utopia may exist upon this Earth.
The perfection of man is a troubled one,
Doomed from its inception.
Man seeks to put forth into the world
What does not reside within him,
And so he corrupts the world
And himself in the process.

Oh how little you know,
Son of the Second Moon.
When..."

Beneath the etchings I remember
The bones of four men
About them lay rusted chisels
And other carving tools

I noticed as well, that the inscription
Appeared unfinished
As if the engraver was stopped
Forcibly before his work was done

I reached out to touch the groove
The final character never filled
With the obsidian and gold inlay
It was colder than stone should be

But that is all I remember
As I appeared to have passed out
And woken up with the gentle sun
The following morning
144 · Jan 2018
Beyond the Veil of Night
Hadrian Veska Jan 2018
Through the black gate he plunged
The last light fading behind him
For a moment he was blind
Until his eyes adjusted
As well as they could

Vast lakes of clouds
Hung clear below him
Glimmering domes and towers
Sat nestled in that lower sky
Reflected the light of invisible Suns

All he knew was gone
A fever dream in prison
A prison created to protect
Though now it has collapsed
Its protection no longer viable

Beyond the clouded city
True endless space could he seen
Billowing cosmic shapes
Of every color and shape
Stretched on eternally

In the infinite distance
He experienced forms and color
Than no man could describe
He had to focus on the city
For fear of going mad

Upon looking down once more
The glimmering city had vanished
He assumed it fell
Below the tide of the clouds
But in the flash of an instant

He found himself in its streets

Yet there was no one to be seen
In its sparkling towers
Or its majestic rooms and halls  
No a soul there resided
Or at least none had

Since forgotten aeons
144 · Aug 2017
Now Shells
Hadrian Veska Aug 2017
Another lifeless corpse
Added to the ever growing pile
Shells in which men once resided
But now they have gone on

The world is full of color
Artificial and dull
The universe is known
But none of it understood

The beauty of life
Is now a passed memory
For none yet remain
Of the old flesh and blood

Yes they have all gone on
Passed out of memory
Seeking eternal life
And in the end receiving darkness

Limitless and absolute
143 · Feb 2019
Raven's Gaze
Hadrian Veska Feb 2019
Walk, trudge
From stars long dead
To distant worlds
Beneath Raven's head
Wander, lumber
beneath cerussite peaks
Unknowingly losing
The one thing to seek
And there long after
Encased below
To swell once more
With receding snow
Hadrian Veska Nov 2018
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͏Ì ͏͘͏ca͜n̵͞'̵t̸̡ ͏̢feel ̢͝any̷mờr̴e͝
͘H̨o͡l͠d̵̡ ҉͝me c͏lǫ͢s̕e̢
̛I͘͞͡f̷́͞ ̨̡y̷̕o͟͢u̶͘'̕͠re͘ ͏̢҉s̴̨͞t͠҉i̧̢l̴̀͡l͘̕͜ ̷̶̕there
141 · Nov 2018
Content in You
Hadrian Veska Nov 2018
I thought of us
Before I fell asleep
And dreamed of you beside me

It wasn't a dream of something spectacular
No breathtaking scenery
Or romantic getaways on an island beach

Just us sitting together laughing
Enjoying each others company
And the time that we share

If these are the things
My mind dreams of in the dead of night
I believe reality

Will exceed all its expectations
141 · Jun 2020
Kiln
Hadrian Veska Jun 2020
Into the kiln
Unbaked clay
Memories know
Words to yet say

Fired and strengthened
Rigid and whole
A vessel of beauty
The ultimate goal

Cool now and rest
Let your form take shape
What you now are
Is no accident of fate
139 · Aug 2019
Emerge
Hadrian Veska Aug 2019
Below there are statues
Shrines and idols to gods unknown
Their forms are foreign
Yet a dark familiarity emanates from them
Those gods there enshrined
In their primordial temples built long ago
Are yet to be worshiped
Yet to emerge to the surface above
And claim their followers
Those figures of stone haunt me
I feel they are alive
Waiting and bidding their limitless time
Until they may rise
Though I am keenly aware of a growing suspicion
That they already have
139 · May 2022
Hot Mint Tea
Hadrian Veska May 2022
Hot Mint Tea
It’s 4:53  
Sunrise this morning
Is taking its time
A light dusting of snow
I do not yet know
What this day will bring
But I’m feeling fine
138 · May 2018
One-Way Window
Hadrian Veska May 2018
I've seen you out the window
The window to my soul
But you keep staring in
Knowing it's not whole

Sometimes I hear your voice
Distorted through the glass
Oh how I wish you'd stay
As long as I would ask

But I know that can't happen
You're just a passerby
I could never break the glass
No matter how I try

Yet even if I'm destined
To be apart from you
I'll close my eyes and dream
Of things that lovers do

And perhaps in far off sleep
I'll hold you close to me
Though you're far away
I hope that you will see

Through the window to my soul
138 · Jun 2018
At the Edge of the World
Hadrian Veska Jun 2018
I've seen the statues there
Great guardian colossi
At the very edge of the world

Their watch ever vigilant
Lest the terrors
That once walked this earth

Wish to reign once more
137 · Jun 2017
The Churning Winds
Hadrian Veska Jun 2017
Galaxies revolve
Beyond the silver light
That the moon pours down
Through the great winds

Like honey flowing
Ever so slowly
Does the light endevour
To reach us here below

And when it does
There is a stillness
Unlike any known
Which puts the soul at ease

But that calm is brief
Whisked away in the breeze
Of ever changing winds
And the poisonous churn of time
137 · May 2018
Ruin
Hadrian Veska May 2018
Parse apart
Separate the seams
Let it all fall
To shallow dreams
And drift about
Unsure of place
Not bound in time
Motion or space
To be forgotten
And rest at ease
Beneath the waters
Of mindless seas
137 · Apr 2022
Down and to the Left
Hadrian Veska Apr 2022
Turn here
Then down the hallway
And to the left

The systems there are antiquated
Please be patient with them
The data should all be there
Though,
It may take some time to find

Be aware, that what you find
May not be what you desire
And that what you desire
May not be what you need
137 · Aug 2018
Oh Heaven
Hadrian Veska Aug 2018
Oh heaven
Above the soil
Where men do sweat
In endless toil
When will you
Descend from on high
To meet our tired
And weary eyes
137 · May 2018
The Engines
Hadrian Veska May 2018
I've felt it below
The hum of engines
Far off and distant
Half ethereal
As if the ghosts
Of long forgotten dreams
Silently churning
Calling out to me
Beckoning me below
And there I do not know
What I will find
Or what will find me
But journey I must
To the Under Earth
Lest that steady hum
Engulf my soul
136 · May 2019
Go Now
Hadrian Veska May 2019
Here we stand
At the edge of all things
A shell of who we once were
Scraped of all our secrets
Barren and exposed
To who we could become
Don't fight it but accept it
The voice holding you back
Is not one with your own
It is the last dying breath
Of your weaknesses and shame
Step forth into the light
For it is no longer blinding
And the path ahead
Has been at last made clear
Go now into that unknown
Knowing now nothing
Of your once foolish ways
136 · Apr 2018
Awning Eve
Hadrian Veska Apr 2018
Awning Eve
I now must leave
Away from here
To somewhere distant

I hope I may
In time one day
Return to you
When the sun is older
Hadrian Veska Aug 2017
Swirls of indeterminate grey
Rose up to the sky in plumes
Thick as if they where solid
Obscuring the heavens above
Mirroring the earth below

Before me a tree descended
Down from the living smoke
Full and barren it branched out
Firmly rooted in the grey above
She sat there in its crook

Upside down she starred into me
My very bones felt feeble
Beneath her piercing gaze
She seemed young, though
I knew she must be older than time

She never spoke a word
Though I could feel
Spider like whispers
Crawling in my mind
Thoughts that were not my own

I could feel the intrusive thoughts
Building a web in my mind
Encasing and obscuring
All while she looked on
With her dark yet youthful eyes

I knew that very soon
I would be no more
At least not the me I was now
But it was too late I told myself
My defenses had already eroded

Then she spoke
Not in whispers or hidden things
But clearly within my mind
Though her lips did not move
She pierced the growing shadow

And welcomed me home

Before the darkness engulfed me
Hadrian Veska Sep 2017
A rising tide raises all ships

But a sinking ship
Only raises the tide
Ever so briefly
134 · May 2022
Solomon True
Hadrian Veska May 2022
What will I watch
What movie, what show?
The museum, the cafe
To where shall I go?
All things I experienced
Whether old or new
Truly do the words
Of Solomon ring true
That under the sun
Is no new thing
Whether riches or fame
To laugh or to sing
Do not fret or worry
For what may be missed
Those that have it all
Often lack any bliss
Getting only ever
Makes you want more
Desire only ever
Made the heart sore
So enjoy what you have,
Who you love And where you are
If you can’t appreciate what is near
You’ll never get far
134 · May 2022
Sathonvir
Hadrian Veska May 2022
Bellcasts and balustrades
Impossibly complicated
Columns and arcades
Incredibly crafted
Stained glass and arches
Ornately constructed
An insurmountable feat
Of engineering and skill
A wonder of the world
While the world laid still
A monument magnificent
To the empires of old
A triumphant memorial
Encased in granite and gold
That time though now long passed
As worn rock and stone do tell
Yet still rings the somber strain
Of its ancient weathered bell
When it calls do all look up
And for a moment stop; wonder
The way the world was
Before is tore asunder
134 · Apr 2018
Illeo
Hadrian Veska Apr 2018
Born away on winged flight
From the city of fallen light
A child, an heir the hope of man
To guard him safe until there can
At last again, the kingdom come
To those in darkness, cold and numb
And to the world a beacon make
Resurgent man his throne to take
133 · Nov 2018
The Form
Hadrian Veska Nov 2018
I've found
That art is not subjective
We are subjective
Trying desperately to feel
To grasp at the intimation
That being is not wholly physical
And that there is a higher form
Just beyond our reach
A form our souls may sense
Vague though the sense may be
Art is the pursuit of such a form
Any art that does not adhere to that form
Is vanity of the highest order
132 · Jan 2018
The Universe
Hadrian Veska Jan 2018
It takes much more faith
To believe the universe came from nothing
For no reason at all,
Than it does to believe it came from something
For a purpose.
132 · Sep 2018
The Dream Mother
Hadrian Veska Sep 2018
Heavenly skin
But inhuman flesh
Tender and kind
The whispers
Of a succubus
the forbidden fruit
Men dare not reach
Lest they fall
Into terrors unknown
132 · Dec 2021
Visitation
Hadrian Veska Dec 2021
Touched
Once to the head
Twice
Lightning to my spirit
A false visitation
131 · May 2021
Posterity
Hadrian Veska May 2021
I've seen memories waft past me
Distant dreams of bygone eras
Words and thoughts preserved
Of languages long since lost
Their sound and use forgotten
Yet their meaning somehow retained
A faint feeling, a tearful sentiment
I fear, no I know I will share their fate
As all generations do since creation
Few if any have escaped this death
Though which death it is I cannot say
The death of the mind or soul
Or perhaps simply the body
I know our ruined cities
Will house the bright eyed souls
Of our posterity

Let us pray if we cannot solve the riddle of being
That we may pass down what we know
And preserve the progress we have made

That one day we might find God
131 · Aug 2017
Drop Down
Hadrian Veska Aug 2017
Drop down swirl around
The things you've felt
That can't be found

Know the world changes fast
The things we love
Don't ever last

Trust yourself but never wholly
The cruellest men
Thought themselves holy
130 · Dec 2017
Colorless Seas
Hadrian Veska Dec 2017
Grey seas lap methodically
On distant time worn shores
At the very edge of the world

On those shores has future past
And what has happened
Not yet come to be

A weathered wooden pier
Extends to meet the waves
Surrounded by churning vapor

A silhouette stands there alone
Looking out to the sea
Motionless as if a part of the scene

And soon it is gone
Enveloped by the thick fog
That rolls in endlessly

From those colorless seas
130 · Jul 2018
Size
Hadrian Veska Jul 2018
I know you're short
But I love you so
From your long black hair
To your feet below
And it'll be ok
If you never grow

Because the size of your heart
Makes up
For your height

And when you're near
My soul
Takes flight

When it's all wrong
You make
It alright

So won't you stay
With me
Tonight
129 · Oct 2018
Graves There Are Three
Hadrian Veska Oct 2018
Of graves there are three
At the edge of those woods
Never more never less
Throughout the ages

Whom they honor
None living know
Save for those who wander
At night alone

Beneath the once shattered moon
128 · May 2018
Do You Remember
Hadrian Veska May 2018
Do you remember
The way that things were
How we took it for granted
Thinking it would last forever

I know you remember
Though you'd rather not
The good times we had
When we were both young

I hope I remember
Though it hurts me to
I want a reminder
Of that simple sweet love

A love supportive
Accepting but cautious
Something we both needed
Desperately and we knew it

I just hope we can remember
Though we can never capture
That feeling again
I pray that we might try
127 · Apr 2022
Out of
Hadrian Veska Apr 2022
The sun has faded
Yet another one rises
The stars bleed out
Dripping down and running
From stagnant constellations
All order has in the end
Birthed an orderless chaos
Soon also in the coming age
Will this endless chaos
Lead to unbreakable order
Thus it is and has always been
Since long before any mortal eyes
Saw a shimmer of light
Reflect within them
127 · Dec 2020
Perpetual
Hadrian Veska Dec 2020
Stone chipped and worn
Damage and years hidden
Blanketed by moss
A covering of tranquility  
Beneath shade and root  
Neither day or night
Have much difference
So deep down and within  
Floors upon ceilings
Canopy over canopy
New life from old
Ever sprouting and breaking
A Comforting perpetuity
Here I will rest for a while
While long ages pass
As though they were but dreams
126 · Apr 2022
Begin
Hadrian Veska Apr 2022
Start reading that book today
The one you always glance at
On the edge of your office desk
Underneath the papers and forms
You don't have to get far
Simply begin
126 · Jun 2017
Metatron
Hadrian Veska Jun 2017
He bares a name like his master
Unrivalled in the heavens
Perhaps a great scribe
Or something far more
His true nature
Remains yet a mystery
With his glory shrouded
And the flower of life in his hands
125 · Jan 2018
Passed to Myth
Hadrian Veska Jan 2018
Despite the worm eaten pages of the book
The hang drawn images still held my awe
Though I could not read the text
The illustrations drew me into a world
A dark one much like my own

Adorned on those pages
Were thirteen figures dressed in black
But the images gave them no evil connotation
As auras of a pale white light
emanated from the cloaked beings

In dark and dizzying chasms it showed them
Evidently searching for something
But one by one through their journey
They fell up to the darkness
Never as themselves seen again

Though their loses great
They carried on until but three of them remained
Sensing their imminent doom
Preformed a dazzling rite
Though what its effects were I couldn't say

The final half molded page of the book
shows those there figures sitting as stones
Down in that abysmal place
Far below some long forgotten city
To the far northern wastes past the plains

No one believed such tales as this
Many disregarded them wholly
Not even giving it the title of fairy tale
As they said "At least a fairy tale
Has a moral or lesson to learn"

But I treasured the worn old book
And it resonated with me
In a way I don't fully understand
I often find myself wondering
Where those thirteen lie buried

Perhaps waking or dead
Below the surface of the earth
125 · Oct 2021
Submariner
Hadrian Veska Oct 2021
Vast oceans swell above me
Breathing in the cosmos
Submariner stars propel forward
Imperceptibly erratic
Obedient to their times and seasons
Lest they should fall to the abyss below

A thought, a feeling envelopes
Sealed off in the most pleasant way
Protected yet not wholly immune
A discerning eye is of no value
The heart is the basis of perception
Immovable and terribly wise

Should it but be still and listen
124 · Apr 2019
Logos
Hadrian Veska Apr 2019
To speak is to order
To bring out of chaos
The form that should be
To bring structure
Out of the smoke of unconsciousness
This order is speech
The very Word we know called truth
It cannot be destroyed
Only hidden and feared
For it has always been
In the very beginning was the Word
The Word was with God
And the Word was God
There is one Word
As there is one truth
For they are the same
The Man Christ Jesus
The very Son of God
124 · Mar 2018
Oh, Weary Wanderer
Hadrian Veska Mar 2018
Weary wanderer wisk away
All the pain of yesterday
Close your eyes and rest your heart
Let the earth to you impart
Her splendor in the smallest things
And to your soul be guiding wings
123 · May 2019
Streams of Gold
Hadrian Veska May 2019
Streams of gold
Flow around
My wounded eyes
Down to the ground
A gift bestowed
A melted crown
Too much to bear
In darkness drowned
My vision blurred
Soon now to fade
I rest my head
Beneath the shade
Please remember
What still can be
Don't waste the world
On saving me
123 · Jun 2021
Hope of Glory
Hadrian Veska Jun 2021
To You
The seven stars
The bright cluster
Among the long dark
Do you not know that hope came down?
Faith from the lofty heavens?
And you know it thus returned
Which is why we wait now being sure
Certain of the thing our hope is in
Have you not considered that beyond
Far away and removed from here
Among the boiling lights of night
One not dissimilar to yourself
Might see that hope descend to them as well
And latch onto it as you yourself have?
For indeed there is but one Way
One eternal Truth among the cosmos
One perfect Life to which we all strive
Only made possible by this Hope

The Hope of all peoples
123 · Oct 2017
Those Things Which Sleep
Hadrian Veska Oct 2017
Do they know yet
Of what might come
When the seas receed
And the earth succumbs

When the sun sets last
And the stars fade away
When the night has come
And the moon turned grey

That those things which sleep
Below the murky waves
Might rise again
From their sunken graves

To walk the still earth
As they once had done
In a long distant age
Before the birth of the sun
123 · Nov 2017
The Mountain of Clouds
Hadrian Veska Nov 2017
Quiet
Be still and listen
As the fog rolls in
Over hills blanketed in dew

Distant notes
Barely discernable
Play somewhere beyond the haze
Within the mountain of clouds

The very air
Pitches and falls with the song
Warmer and colder
Windier and calmer in the valley

The valley
Where I sit and listen
But from where I can never see
That great musician

Who sits atop The mountain of clouds
123 · Apr 2022
To One Day Return
Hadrian Veska Apr 2022
To ash and stolen
Our home among the stars
No retaliation
Even escape but a distant dream
Though by sheer grace
Did some survive
Scattering themselves far and wide
Among the ever twilight cosmos
One day I know they will return
They must!
For in them lies the spark
The last remaining hope
Of a humanity without a home
122 · May 2018
Soul-Flaws-Difficulties
Hadrian Veska May 2018
These flaws aren't in your body
They're buried in your soul
And it will take years of work
To make yourself whole

Of course it will be difficult
All things significant are
Don't worry if you cry
On a journey that goes so far

Because in that great distance
Lies a soul at ease, content
Happy and knowing truly
They did what they had meant
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