names and not titles

in the spirit i was lifted up

to see angels calling names

names after names

mentioning not a single title

as they opened that single gate

to heaven like the custom officer

letting passengers through

that single door

to an outgoing flight

the rest the angels

pushed them into hell

as if pushing empty cans

into the garbage

the dump

even if they had letters

that are official

in that port the only criterion

for entrance being

that which is real

the stamp on the conscience

henry victor      08.02.2007

smashed soul

i make a mental note, or a verbal promise

then go and put off errands forgetting

my commitments like a potato to simply sit

not following through the unspoken word

or in haste spoken

though they still define

my being, my reliability

and soul’s integrity!

my following through, in fact

my negligence is also followed up

with greater care

now sitting on the throne

as judge with mitre on head

and fire underneath

to slice self before it is fried, or boiled

thoroughly before it is mashed

a verdict i may not cherish

looking for more energy to bury self               

as deep as i can so no gods may resurrect

to haunt, or hunt me

when i’m already burdened

with too many baggage

broken promises and unfinished tasks

to fly away, or to run and hide!

henry victor     09.08.2002