At the crossroads
of life
he made
a pact
with the devil
and became
the blues alchemist
with his music
opens the gates
of heaven.
Guaranteed entry with that key. – mh clay
In the desert,
an abandoned church
cries
out to the gods
in the darkness
of time.
Building or bosom, best not empty be. – mh clay
The shadow
on the land
the traces
of the saints
in the thoughts
of the apostles
vanished
in prayer.
Seeking truth in shadows; reason to pray. – mh clay
Sadness
in the hearts
of unbelievers
on the coast
of the Dead Sea
traces of sailors
in the shadows
of the waves
the church of the sea
in the mother’s tears.
The dead are resurrected in their tears. – mh clay
Saint
at death’s
door
secret
of eternity
in the grave hidden.
Invest in a shovel and dig. – mh clay
In the bay
of saints
mythical
land
in arms
of sea
must
pray
for
Gods.
To whom do we pray when praying for gods? – mh clay
Scars
of death
in the eyes
of light
in new
faith
on the altar
of prayers.
Your belief, inspired by what? Your prayers, heard by…? – mh clay
The shadow
of a demon
in the eye
of the night
dreams of the wizard
face of angel.
Wizard your demon dreams to angel night. – mh clay
Traces
of blood
holy
spirit
of solitude
faith
by poetry
hidden.
Write your verses; increase your faith. – mh clay
Broken
glass
of the past
in reflection
of mirrors
life
of the apostles
doomsday
of the day.
Dustpan days. – mh clay
