dashing and smashing

she like a bull in the china shop

dashed and broke every fragile glassware,
the familial values
together we accumulated and guarded
through our own trial and error
and with much pain to cherish, to build
that neatly arranged little nest, a home

she smashed all in a moment of fleeing

with no consideration except for her larger bed
that could accommodate a variety
calling it freedom and opportunity

smashing that beautiful home, the family

getting rid of the sacred responsibility
of the motherhood, that constantly demanded
a modeling, a witnessing
also to the emerging mothers

thus she dashed, smashed

her mother’s motherhood with her own
and that of her daughter’s

henry victor     19.07.2010

‘misery never ends’

gambled too much with you
offering worship devotedly
doing your chores faithfully
suffering endlessly i struggle

whispering daily my despondency

i am now exhausted, and wasted!
living with you a life of tranquility
i learn: i cannot flee from misery
 
henry victor     07.07.2002

Note: Title taken  from Vincent Van Gogh's
note to his brother Theo Van Gogh
and the content of the word, 'misery'
should be read with Buddha's Dukkha'
peppered and salted with
'Annata' and 'Anicca'.

abyss

my wings faltered and into an abyss

i fell from where i saw a deeper hole
within the cave of my heart, and more
i lingered there, i saw more craters

bigger, creating a deep void within

and the more i pondered that hollow
within the more frightening it became
and the gulf outside too stretched afar

i thought then with what shall i fill

that chasm deep within my soul!
from that drift, an alienation i am
how do i free myself, my being?

henry victor     01.07.2002

 

destabilizing

in vain i sought your assistance for years

to empty from my spirit, the energy

mistakenly placed in human habitat

a nerve meant for the cat family

her relatives

and the eerie woods

that vigor

evolving from eating flesh

and ascertaining right by might

blocking heart and soul

instead opening the muscle

in gentle breeze, flower

and wild weeds

a power contending not

with fellow creatures

and waging not

war with the neighbor

thus destabilizing

the law of the jungle in human hearts

henry victor     16.07.2002

dreaming dreams

after holding you tight in my hand
for a flash in my eternity, now i let
you go that you may dream dreams
of your own; in any case i own you

not, nor did i own the sperm, the worm

that yoked the egg: your beginning
but you made me your bonded slave
whose release now depends in me

letting your hand go, to let you wander

and let you, also, err in your errands
that you may become, truly, your own
that i too may, again, dream my dreams

henry victor     11.07.2002

 

Photo copyright: With thanks to Crafter's Imagework, Edmonton

and fruits hidden

i hid my soul in your heart like a seed
deposited in the dust on a cool evening
just before the sun had set closing
another date with his mate, the mother

earth, eager to see and benefit

from a fragrant flower and fleshy
fruits; though my soul barely soared
and like a seed scarcely saw light

water, or those nutrients, yet the stone

germinated eventually to be trampled
under foot growing as an unwanted plant
to be uprooted and replanted many times

dropping leaves, drooping almost to die

but continuing to exist with many bruises
inflicted carelessly, yet growing into a tree
surviving with scars and fruits hidden

henry victor     21.06.2002

 

the Nazarene

disquieting was his uncompromising

message of nonconformity

to the monotonous masses
crafty priests, and aristocratic bastards

he confirmed unhesitatingly the same

with his short and swift life ending
on a cross, a climax hastened by men
and women, with limited wisdom

sensibilities, denying space for innovative

spirit and unexpected news combined
with unconventional means of communication
dying but retaining, unashamedly, memories

of his staunch and stable support

for the under-dogs alienated, utterly
by the so called nobility laundering
the power filled creed, cult, and culture

henry victor     05.07.2002