The stars
of night
in the eyes
of lost
angel
to shoulder
the wind
of unbelief.
We all need someone(thing) to look over us. Believe, or not; they believe in you. – mh clay
Prayer
of silence
whisper
of gods
in dreams
immortal.
editors note: Our existential outcries are all in god’s head? – mh clay
Blue
icons
heaven
in heart
of sinner
prayers
in judgement
day.
Sinners are red, heaven is blue; if we do the praying, then judged by who(m)? – mh clay
The protection
of the helpless
the witness
of the desperate
hope of the innocent
the seventh day
creation of life
on the bright side
of the death.
Bright, this side, begs the question; is really so dark from the dead perspective? – mh clay
On the night
a divided
heaven
light
of the Gods
disappears
in darkness
of time.
Dark indeed when the sent ones pass (everyone is somebody’s sent one). – mh clay
Pictures
of last
life
hidden
in the dark
of quarters
consciousness.
Surreal
image
in the secret
chambers
of the universe
dark matter
covered.
Self revealed, secret no more. – mh clay
They thought that for him there is no more salvation and decided on the last, desperate move. Early in the dawn, they went by boat to the outer limits coast and stopped at the place where the sea flows into a specific river, supposedly healing, but no one came back from where it was left. Something had barely spoken for …
The place of the nameless
through the gates
into the memory
of the space
a man with dreams
about the past
the fear of the people
of the unknown
the dreams of his work.
the bloody dreams of a place
without names,
looks back to the memories
of the architects of the past
in the eyes of a man
who is no longer there
the bridge that only exists
in his dreams
the river of books
eleven soldiers hold the stones
on their backs,
the writer of the creature,
their birth, eternal life,
the guard of the ages,
the heart of the creator
in the eye of the bridge.
Architecture with eternal aspirations. – mh clay
In the Egyptian desert, prayer in the air, the legend about the origin in an ancient tomb in golden letters written memories. Hordes of demons in the year of the wilderness, the cry from the grave, the light in the sand, hordes are getting closer, changing shape, a saint in heaven hermit in prayer, the girl in the river. River …
Unbreakable
dogma of
pillars
faith
to survive
light
of freedom.
Can what you believe set you free? That would be a pillar, indeed! – mh clay
