untitled

in my little boat i have left the shore

and intend not to return

until i reach the shore

far beyond that horizon

and from citizens there i learn

the art of sailing in rough seas

in my small boat

with a hole in the bottom floor

gulls did declare the regime change

in my home town

and the fishing eagles, to me did inform

my house had been consumed by fire

but i intend not to return

to bury the dead

until i reach the shore

far beyond that horizon

and from citizens there i learn

the art of rowing in rough seas

in my small boat

with a hole in the bottom floor

henry victor     18.08.2007

dung-beetle

i lack no inspiration

but that comes not with fuel
to adequately excite my will
to spark a fire that starts my soul

to push my destiny in that direction

that i desire to move
actually to fly high, like that eagle
with no spark plugs of aircrafts
or, that of a smaller motor cycle

hence like a dung-beetle i crawl

always backward
far, far from a highway with fear of speed
pushing that piece of dung
into my little cozy tunnel

constantly cherishing

the droppings and depending
on my single skill to smell

 

 

 

 

 

Tiger

Among all the animals I like tiger the best
She is ferocious
She is pretty
She is kind

In the forest the tiger is not the first in command
But she moves very swiftly
And perhaps she is the only animal
That can neither be tamed nor domesticated

Among all the animals I like tiger the best
She has the strength
She has the stripes
She has the will

In the forest the tiger is the most feared animal
For she pounces from afar
But never misses the target
For she has known that art from her childhood days

Among all the animals I like tiger the best
She is a symbol of self-determination
She is a symbol of resistance
She is a symbol of freedom

Henry Victor 29.07.1987