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
Lament on the land
pinch the flower
from the book of civilization
I cry every time
When I see dry land
bandaged in black
suffering for homeland
I cry and pray
last trace of beauty
hidden within us.
An ugly erosion; the loss of land begins within. – mh clay
Priest every night
says a prayer
near the church
with the blue dome,
in a dream
music the last time
an unnamed grave
silence echoes
before sleep
strange visions
music dreams
enigma forever
at the door
garden full of flowers
through the light
of faith
the music of the past
through dreams
reaching out to him
with a cross
in his hands
a requiem for
forgiveness
an unknown grave,
dream prayers
light in centuries.
Seek forgiveness in dream for peace in the light; in the end – may it rest. – mh clay
Saturn cried for days
was in love with the Moon
a servant of the Sun
he met a blind Jupiter
Mars was already ready
in a red mantle,
winner of many duels
Judges Neptune and Uranus
are standing next to weapons
Saturn is still crying
Earth watched sadly
behind the mask of the Sun
stood by his servant Moon
Mars was already dead
Sun was just around the corner
with a gun darkness covered
It was only dust and ashes
Then the Sun put a black veil
on itself
and absolute silence reigned.
Celestial subterfuge ensues. Shhhh… – mh clay
