volcanic stink

 

as i sit with women and men

questing after questions

with premeditated easy answers

confirming established prejudices

leaving no space even for timid

and tentative rejoins closer to truth

with potentials to set free women

and men with their children

my brain bubbles inside my head

with nauseating emotions rolling

like volcanic liquid in my stomach

prompting a run to the little room

© henry victor     30.09.2003

self-seeking control

self-seeking people take control to control
those who believe in you with desire to serve
you and your creation, a precise contrast
to your letting go all management as Jesus

demonstrated years ago with his servant

services to his people!
but the controllers choke and strangle
me to death even when i let go all my control

the new Sanhedrin, here, also control

my letting go of all control so my dying, brutal
may prolong and my sleep flee not though i sleep
not in my bed, and my tears flow not

though my crying day and night cease not

curtailing all my creativity that freely flow
from the spring you set in in my first sleep
making me now sit beside the frozen Peace River

motionless with many unanswered questions

and doubtful support to increase inspirations
knowing not whether to journey into Golgotha
or that path to quit, walk away avoiding agony         `

 Note: Photograph credit to Mario Flores