quest for life

is it my determination

to kick death

or is it the resolve of the providence

to provide me life

determining my direction?

or is it the combination

when clicks well together

brings about a revolution

in my laughter that is louder

than a thunder in my heart

right now, preventing in me

either a peaceful death

or a delightful dancing in life?

but now i sit here in this mall

with neither hot nor cold spirit

to read lines on faces small

that i may scribble a sonnet

henry victor     30.01.2009

John the Baptist

 

John the Baptist grabbed no chair to sit

nor pleased any powers or towers of his times

he was simply a voice from the desert

the strongest reed of the prairie crust

John was the music of vales and hills

and cherished not the herds of cowards

he danced not to beats of country drums

nor cared for the civilized city thumbs

John was a sensitive stethoscope

listening to heart beats of the divine

dancing in the spirits of the poor

resizing, re-leveling hill with valley

© henry victor     02.04.2003