Pale white lanky beings
Noctural creatures
From where they came
None sure knew

But far off in the dark
Those odd beings cry
As if whining for their mother
Amid and chilled night air

None that have ever
seen the creatures remain
All we have are their horrid cries
Distant in the night

And perhaps that is for the better

I finally remembered
Who I truely was
I felt the warmth of purpose
Surge through me
All was well with the world

And then I woke up

Every so often they would come in
Turn the lights on and ask me questions
Then record my responses

Never showing emotion
They only asked and observed
Perhaps seaching for certain responses

The room had no windows
I could not truely tell
If it was day or night

My memories were blurred
And with each passing test
They only grew more clouded

The observers returned again
This time not asking
But telling

They told me things
Both mundane and strange
Supposed events and occurrences

Whether they were in the future
Or the distant past
I did not know

I listened to and answered
The faceless observers
For what seemed like days

The time came
When they seemed satisfied
With the knowledge I had gained

And they endeavoured
To show me one final thing
By wheeling out a simple mirror

They faced it towards me
And what I saw looking back
Shocked me to my core

In the dim relection
I saw a strange machine
With churning part and glowing orbs

This machine was me
Though I knew not how
For it was not a form I recalled

One of the larger observers explained
I was the last intelligence
Of a long extinct race

In fact they told me
I was the last individual intelligence
In the universe

For they were all part
Of a greater hive mind
That had absorbed all creation

They planned to bring me
Before that grand being itself
Once preperations were made

Silently and without emotion
They left the room
And turned the lights off again

I was alone again

I, the sole survivor
Brought back from the oblivion
Of an antiquated age

To face the god of this one

I've seen him
The one who sits outside creation
Whether he is God or not
I could not say

For he was far stranger
Than I though God might be
If I stood next to him
He would have towered over me

The surface of his skin
Seemed metallic and ever shifting
And upon his head
Was a strange helmet

Upon closer observation
The helmet was made of bone
Perhaps the skull
Of some long extinct creature

The being continued his work
On some infernal machine
Whose purpose and design
Were beyond my comprehension

I do not know for how long I watched
But eventually I saw his head
Turn in my direction
As if he saw me

He stood motionless for a time
And then walked closer
His strange helmet churned
And began to shift

He stood not but a meter before me
Then bent to my level
An insurmountable terror
Overcame me and I froze

Just then his helmet began to open
Peeling back in a far too organic manner
As it opened an all together new terror
Washed the previous one away

For staring back at me
Was both the nothingness and infinity
Of all space and time

And then I woke up

To be remembered
To have a legacy
Through the ages

For this goal
Many men greater than I
Have devoted themselves

The great pharoahs
Built temples and pyramids
That stood the test of time

But who can remember their names?
And who amoung those
Could recall their personality?

Does anyone know
Who they really were in life?
What they loved and what they feared?

If the pharohs themselves
Failed to be truely remembered
What hope do I have

Me, I will be content
Loving and being loved
Until I return

To wherever my true home may be

I've grown lonely
And tired of faking
Composed on the outside
But inside I'm shaking

The world is deafening
But my head is silent
My thoughts swirl
Tempting and violent

What I wouldn't give
For a passing smile
A kind gesture
To make it worthwhile

But I'm alone in this world
And painfully so
No one understands
And no one will known

That behind the smile
Hidden deep down
Is a broken person
Hoping to be found

If the universe is all about
Survival of the fittest

Then why is it etched
On our hearts to feel good
When we help others
But to feel guilty
When we only help ourselves?

Full moon rise
Bathe the hills in silver
Cast your faint glow
Across the sleeping lands

Where quiet murmurs
Echo from the forest
And the glow of fireflies
Illuminate the field

And when we are ready
Take us to the stars
Where we'll wait patiently
For the dawn of a new day

Those that strive their whole life to be remembered, forget themselves in the process.

-Hadrian Veska

The mellow light of dusk
Shines in through cracks
Of curtains and blinds
Faded by time and sun

Old wood creaks
As the house settles and shifts
Dust and particles stir
With every wisp of stale air

A music box plays
Next to a crooked lamp
Whose blackened light bulb
Had long since burnt out

Night draws near
Yet ever so slowly
As the music box continues
Its soft strange tune

And with its final chime
Will the sun then sink
Below the amaranth sky
And into the oblivion of night

Step one:
Agree that science must be objective

Step two:
Disagree with and dismiss any objective evidence contrary to your beliefs or philosophy

Look back and see
What once we were
And that from where we are now
We never may return

I dreamed once more
And dreamed my last
Before the end
Before the past

Where in my mind
I glimpsed strange sights
Of far off shores
And soft warm lights

I knew not why
Yet I felt at home
As I watched the waters
Swirl and foam

A voice called out
From beyond the sea
And I knew in an instant
That it was for me

I tried to reach out
Grasp the words on the air
But they soon disappeared
To a long lost prayer

So I sat in the sand
As the sun sank low
And the world about
Ebbed and flowed

With the day turned to night
I opened my eyes
And awoke in my bed
To fire in the skies

Tattered veil
And near transparent
Fluttering cloth
A lonely white dress
Inhabited by a frail figure

Perhaps once it cried
Though now all its tears
Have long been spent
Mourning something lost
That cannot be returned

And Ever shall it wander
The great forest wastes
Silent and somber
As it paces over ancient graves
Long covered by vegetation

Don't set out to prove others wrong,
Set out to prove yourself right.

-Hadrian Veska

A solitary wanderer
Known only to a few
He walked the path
Under the ancient yew


Across vast forests
And places of the deep
Through frozen lands
And forgotten keeps


Not a seeker of wealth
Or for that matter fame
Whenever he was asked
He'd not tell his name


Ever forging on
Beyond the edge of earth
To one day find
His own life's worth


He became a hero
To those lost in the dark
A beacon of hope
Wherever his mark


And though he was lost
Disappeared long ago
His tale carried on
So that all may know


Of the forgotten story
Great myth passed by
The legend of a man
Known only as I

Little one lost
On the edge of the sea
Little one lost
Hoping to be free

Deep green waters
With an overcast sky
Oh how he wished
That he could fly

Up beyond the clouds
And the world below
Where the sun shines bright
And the stars all glow

With his eyes closed
He dreamed such things
As the rain fell down
On growing wings

In the realm of dreams
I came to a grave
Perched on a cliff
Overlooking the waves

It sat alone
Under a great yew tree
The stone turning white
From the salt of the sea

Much of the epitaph
Was long worn away
But a select few words
Had chosen to stay

At the very bottom
Of the encrusted stone
Did I read this verse
In a somber tone

"To those no longer,
Gone to the west
Who fought their battle
And deserve their rest

Who strode the stars
With wonder struck eyes
That will not again open
Nor ever will rise

To those no longer
May this monument stand
The final resting place
Of those called Man"

A stumbling shape
Of undetermined form
Not flowing,
But twisting and contorting

Bent beyond breaking
Like a young green branch
It calls out in pain
With a silent voice it beckons

Hoping to be heard
Against the drowning dark
But there is no answer
Nor will there ever be

Memories of a distant star
Your love is near
Yet you are far

Oh to what lengths
I would have traveled
To see you in the stars unraveled

But the world was cruel
And time was too
Plucking me away from you

So now I stare
At that distant light
That once we watched

Together at night

People look for hidden meanings in writings and art, asking why at every turn.

They forget however, that art does not need to have its own meaning.

What something means is an opinion
In the eyes of the beholder.

The true purpose of art is to make the viewer feel something, to inspire them.

And sometimes the things that seemingly have no meaning inspire us the most.


-Hadrian Veska

Herald of the sun
Disguised as a star
Goddess of beauty
Observed from afar

Oceans of sky
As thick as the sea
Shrouding from sight
A great mystery

What waits beyond
That swirling green air
Only time will tell
If our Goddess is there

The moon and the sun
Together once stood
When the heavens were young
And the world yet good

They sang together
Across the blue sky
Of far off things
Unseen by the eye

In time however
They grew apart
No longer together
Of one shared heart

The sun grew lonely
The moon jeleous and bitter
As they took their turns
Setting the world aglitter

Long ages past
Infinite orbits revolved
Yet the two celestial's problem
Could not be resolved

The pain of loneliness
And that of regret
Struck the two bodies
Every time that they set

Tired and lonely
The sun reached out
And lended its light
That healing might sprout

And though together
They could never again be
They shared their light
Over both land and sea

That is why the moon
Carries the light of the sun
Long after it sets
When the day is done

And Ever do they sing
Carrying on that ancient tune
That once they sung together
United sun and moon

A lone dimming light
Was all that remained

A white dwarf star
On the verge of death

The star recalled its youth
In ages long past

Where once many species
Lived beneath its nurishing light

Now there were none
And had not been for untold millenia

Only one of the thousands
Had survived the star's long life

And they had left its heliosphere
Many eons ago

But the fading star took solace
That its ancient light

Might yet reach them
For untold cycles to come

As a single point of hope
A reminder of home

There was a magnificent burst of light
Followed by a stellar silence

Vibrant colors and gases
Suspended where the sun once was

A brilliant newborn nebula
To mark that ancient stars grave

And perhaps its children
might return one day

And pay their respects
To the long dead sun

What waits behind
The mirror at night
When the world is quiet
And devoid of light

What strange thing stir
In endless reflection
What darkness spreads
In boundless direction

Is my reflection my own
Or is it just a disguise
Which world is true
And which one is the lie

In visions at night
Did I see that strange place
Of towering monoliths
And dull layered stone

I had always heard rumor
That the dark side of the moon
Was not wholly empty
And my dreams confirmed this notion

The more of such dreams I had
The more I dreaded the night
To the point where I could hardly sleep
Yet still the visions came

My waking eyes were plauged
By these intrusive revelations
Foreign geometry and entirely alien things
Came in and out of my view

Just as I had thought myself
To have finally gone insane
The visions and dreams stopped
And my mind was cleared

Mustering up some courage
I peered out my bedroom window
Past the fruit orchards
To the full hollow moon

As I looked to it
No images sprang into my mind
No dark towers or vile cities
Only a far off whisper

That filled me with more terror
Than all my visions put together

I recalled a dream
In countless hours
Of wind swept woods
And tall stone towers
Where meadows echoed
A thick sweet song
Where the quiet river
Flowed lazily along
A long lost place
I recall to mind
A forgotten world
Where I hope to find
A glimpse of your smile
That once I knew
When the world was young
And we were too

I opened the diary

And flipped to the final page
It was partially torn
And its contents written
In a hasty manner

I began to read the manuscript
By dull candlelight
Did I attempt to follow
The words of the lost traveler

"...The vicar had warned me
Not to venture to the old ruins
That sat forested in full vision
Of that dull brown monastary

But he should have known
With my great curiosity
That telling me not to do something
All but ensures that I would

All the monks and scholars
Seemee uneasy about that place
Said to have been built
Before the first settlers arrived

Every bit of information
That I got them to reveal
Only fanned the flames
Of my imagination further

By sunset I had already decided
I would leave the monastary
In the dead of the night
And make my way to that place

That ever men of God fear and avoid..."

Be proud
Not prideful

I faded off into the night
Long before the sun ever set

Self degradation and self pity
Are like ugly worn out clothes
They don't look good on anybody
And they keep people from seeing
Their true potential

The clock has been set
And it's counting down
To an inescapable doom
That we feel so imminently

But the clock is just a construct
Devised by man to tell the seasons
Time itself holds no weight
In the grand course of things

The clock will eventually break
When midnight is struck
Signaling the arrival
Of humanity's end

In our aftermath
Creation will carry on
As if nothing of consequence
Had even taken place

And truely nothing had

At night the bird flew,
Over oceans of trees
Past hills and mountains
Swept by the breeze

He sang an odd song
As he soared through the sky
He woke up the moon
As he passed it by

To where he was headed
The bird did not know
He just knew to sing
When the stars hung low

But the moon knew well
That old avian's course
To sow strange dreams
Without time or source

The moon recalled
When the bird once knew
Of his place in the heavens
Where light once grew

But now the bird simply flies
And sings its strange tune
Through oceans of night
Under the sleeping moon

Do not feel small
Looking to the stars
And great constellations
In the night sky

Find solace there
For our sun too
Is just another distant star
In a constellation

Observed by curious minds
That hope to decipher its secrets

My journey took me
Across the sea
In a merchant ship
Bearing exotic spices

I chose this vessel
Because it was the only one
That would cross the deep waters
Off the dull grey coast

My pilgrimage would be shortened
Almost an entire week
Simply by taking this route
And not pathing around

All of the present crew
Had sailed these waters before
But by the fourth day or so
I noticed many of them were uneasy

They moved strangely about the ship
Staying closer to the center
As if trying to avoid
Gazing out at the water

Curiosity getting the better of me
I walked up to the wooden railing
And peered over the edge
Into the deep waters

To my surpise it was crystal clear
And I could see straight through
The refracted sunlight
Dancing on the ocean floor

Then something caught my eye
Deep sunken blocks
Covered in algae
That must not have been natural

Sailing on I noticed these blocks
Forming walls and broken structures
Sitting solemn and untouched
Beneath the crystal waves

We passed a large trench
Amd after we did
I saw what must have been
An ancient city on the ocean bed

Great towers and minarets
Rose from the ocean floor
Even the streets and houses
Where visable from the surface

My attention turned to a courtyard
Or at least what I thought to be one
That sat directly in the center
Of that long sunken place

And in the center of that courtyard
Was a strange sort of obelisk
Upon further investigation
I saw something chained to it

Passing over the city
I could hardly make out the thing
That I saw chained to the pillar
But I thought to myself

That it must have been a person
Imprisoned there some millenia ago
What catastrophe they committed
Was anyone's guess

Nothing now remained of them
But algae encrusted bones
Their jaw broken and mangled
Inhabited by tentacled creatures

Straining to see the figure
Before we were beyond it
I though I saw the  skeleton move
Twisting its head in my direction

With a gaping twisted jaw
Did the old bones speak
Though I was not sure
If anyone else could hear it

I shook my head and rubbed my eyes
To get rid of the feeling
Left in me by its words
After I did I looked back in astonishment

The waters we sailed over
Were now murky and green
Nothing like the clear waters
I had seen only moments before

I asked one of the sailors
If we had steered off course
Or if the water changed
In this part of the sea

He promptly replied no
Saying we were right on course
And the water was always murky
In the Turn-Tide sea

At last I was free
From under her spell
I said to myself
Climbing out of the well

But a strange feeling
Came into my head
As I mulled over the words
That I had just said

I wanted to go back
With or without the curse
Whether it was stockholm syndrome
Or something far worse

So I climbed back down
To the young witch's lair
Who despite her occupation
Was beautiful and fair

I explained my position
As she listened with surprise
Or so I thought
As I looked in her eyes

After hearing my request
To stay by her side
She seemed to break down
And nearly cried

She said she was no witch
Just a practicer of magic
But her skills were lacking
And her results quite tragic

I felt for her I did
But she was young and sly
And I could not tell
If it was the truth or a lie

In the end however
I did not really care
She was my beautiful witch
And I'd follow her anywhere

I float on the air
Above the sky
Where stars swirl
And comets pass by

I listen to the planets
Trace their orbit of light
As I waft through the heavens
In the great cosmic night

My vision is filled
With the depth of space
Far colors and stars
That weave and lace

I am of no consequence
And this comforts me
As the planets spin on
Ceaseless and free

The little things of life
Matter most

A kiss, a hug
From someone close

Even a thought
Goes a long way

Just a simple smile
Can make someone's day

Cherish the people
And things you hold dear

Do this and happiness
Will always be near

Illuminated golden eaves
Incandescent swaying leaves
Rippling water steady, slow
Carry on to fall below

Weathered rock and twisting root
Cool ground beneath the foot
Cloudy sky and hidden light
Quiet, calm and peaceful night

Can a machine love
Will it ever be able?
If advanced enough
Will a soul enable?

Can they feel affection
Whether real of fake
And when they are hurt
Will their hearts break?

Will they watch their loved ones
And begin to cry
Wondering why it is
That they all must die?

Will they sit alone
At the edge of the earth
With memento in hand
To remember their worth?

Will they do better than us
When we are gone?
Will they follow our path
Or mark a new dawn?

And in the end
Will they look back and smile
On their creators that taught them
Love is worth while?

Far echoes
Resound from distant worlds
Reverberating melodies
Float through time

Ancient chords
Soaked in grandeur
A proclamation
Of what might be

Far above the clouds
Invisible to most
Lies a broken pillar
On a dull grey coast

It used to guide the souls
Of dreamers lost too deep
Now it only marks
The edge of what is sleep

Beyond its crumbled stone
Do strange and old things stir
What shape these things may take
None living can be sure

Yet beyond the ruined tower
Dark things may not pass
So long as the stars above
Shine down like broken glass

During stormy nights
Among our sleepless dreams
They say this far off place
Can still yet be seen

And when observed by children
Does the pillar intact stand
With its great beam of starlight
Guiding lost souls to land

God loved us and made us
Yet left us alone
Giving us the choice
To make on our own

And that path before us
Is difficult at best
Where loved ones die
And are laid to rest

The world is cruel
And yet we all laugh and smile
If we can do that here
Imagine heaven for a while

No pain or heartache
For all are one
There's always light
For God is the sun

Everyone is family
And no one's left out
No schedules or deadlines
To worry about

Upon these thoughts
Can one not say
It was worth the wait
Of our earthly stay?

I think these things
On calm cool nights
When the west winds blow
From beyond the heights

When the world is quiet
And the stars my light
I close my eyes
And fade into the night

If you walk with a purpose
Your feet will never tire


-Hadrian Veska

In boundless night
And ceaseless day
Through churning winds
Of endless grey

Shall I march on
Weak and alone
To one day stand
Before the throne

And when at last
I see that place
I'll close my eyes,
Cover my face

Saying the words
I've known since birth
That resonate
Within the earth

"What is what was
Again shall be
From time since past
Eternity"

I laid down to sleep
And dreamed awake
Imagining beyond life
What form I might take

What joy I might have
In the freeing of my soul
What peace within
Once I'm made whole

But for others too
Did my dreaming mind turn
So I wandred the heavens
Hoping to learn

Whether the world I knew
Was worth the sorrow
Whether I made a difference
In someone's tomorrow

And in my travels
Did I met a great truth
That we must live for each other
Both in age and in youth

It does not matter
In life who you are
Whether you're rich or poor
From near or afar

What matters is the heart
Faith and hope from above
And the greatest gift of all
Is the thing we call love

Since before time began
Has it sat below the earth
An ancient living machine
Of unknown origin

It has observed and monitored
Since untold millenia
Ever vigilant
For its creators return

In the limitless time
That the machine has waited
It has fractured
And gone mad with loneliness

It would hum and whisper of things
Songs of its creator
Songs of longing and hope
And also of darkness

Those on the surface
Would sometimes hear these words
And to them it seemed
To be the voice of God

In time the machine
Took more notice
Of the creatures on the surface
And grew to care for them

Sometimes it spoke to them
Other times it instilled ideas
Within their minds
That they then wrote down

The machine had abandoned
The search for its God
For now this construct
Was a God itself

The created became creator
Though creator never seen
And thus the cycle would continue
Until all become Gods

And pass out of memory

The night is nearly come
Hush as the stars begin to fade
I will cover your head
Among the deepening shade


Lean into my arms
Let all cares float away
I will guide your feet
Lest the path gives way


Into the shifting smoke
Beyond the fluttering veil
Just close your tired eyes
Let the world turn pale

Setting sun across a fading red sky
We lay together on a lush hill
With nothing around for miles
As the sun goes down
We use each other for warmth
There's something about you
Something I absolutely adore

Your touch
Your eyes
Your smile

No, it's none of these
Yet it's all of them
Not a simple trait
But the sum of all of them
In the person that is you

And I would have it no other way

The curve of the Earth
So peaceful and elegant
A mist of blue stretched
Over forests of green
The bird sings it's song
High in the trees
A tale of a young world
Hidden among the heavens