Even the earth struggles with finite woes when the horizon calls like a distant dream. Leaving our unchatered minds to imagine beyond the vastness. Secrets of the stars,  and rhythm of the auroras.
A timeless wonder indeed! Inspiring the  adventures of men in the moon, space and beyond.
Nevertheless, the infinite depth of what was, what is and what will be will forever remain is to uphold
And even though the cosmos may seem so far. Every being knows its path beneath the sun. For each footstep, big or small, strong or fragile. It found the courage to grow and stand tall
Through valleys of doubt, over mountains of fear,
With every stride, the path becomes clear.
Each step a story, a dream taking flight,
A journey unfolding, from darkness to light.
The ground may tremble, the winds may howl,
Every bruise, every scar, a mark of grace,
That shows the courage to continue the race.
No matter the size, no matter the pace,
The steps we take, leave an indelible trace.
For every challenge, we find the strength to stand,
Each footstep a testament to the soul’s command.
Finding  a place admist eternal praise.

i had a funny dream of a place so far away
full of happiness every single day
people wearing smiles everywhere you go
such a lovely place it gave my heart aglow

never ever crying did i ever see
just a lot of people as happy as can be
but it was just a dream a sleeping fantasy
about a land of happiness that brought a smile to me

hope i will dream again of this lovely place
each and every day where a smile upon my face

It is still cold outside.
I step into a warm patch
Where the sun's rays caress.

You reside in those spots
Where I begin to feel, again.
Then the warmth of you returns

And I feel your loving touch.
But I must go on, as do we all,
Making and collecting memories.

When a black sheet has been
thrown over the moon
and a million lazy stars
have fallen from view
I hear the wind has
grown tired of traveling
I hear the sound of mandolins
crying in the mountains
I hear the rattle of
gypsy wheels
I hear the heavy hearts
of horses upon the
restless roads of
broken poetry ...
Clay.M

Winter season,
grey colorless skies
Silence,
audible in the distance.
Empty feeling in crowded house.
Long, chilly nights, dead water streaming.
Veins with cold blood, stuck.
Passion in black clothes, not breathing.

The year is moving, Spring in birth canal.
Waiting to be born.
I think of you, lying beside you .
I dream of movements of bold trees.
It excites me.
I know it’s wrong but in my mind it’s full blown spring.
A white cloud is coming to me.
Like a bride in cotton candy.
Thinking of you, no more winter skies.

I close my eyes.
In my mind there you are.
There is an explosion of fire in the sky.
Summer in your eyes,
reflecting colors of a sky, burning.
I’m drifting.
It’s summer in my head and my mind is singing.


With passing time,
new days
new seasons
new loves
New memories.
Time, essential to it all.


Shell✨🐚

Death . . .
the great equalizer.

The surest cure
to brazen  ambition .

Kings , Queens , princes and Popes ,

Generals , dictators , and those with false hopes .

As evil does , so it will be .

Fall so fast and hard
toppled like a cedar tree .

The vine's been cut
the branches wither

All the fruit so vile and bitter

All will burn in the heat of fire ,

the briars and vines and wooden liars .