way forward easy

the road to Golgotha

is rutted and bumpy

but once there

i find the skulls flattened

and the way forward

easy

i had seen this again, and again

both in that primordial crucifixion

of Jesus, the Nazarene

and later in the fate

of his followers

help me, i pray

pain in its precise dimension

i see

and the wellness

that it brings to self

particularly

the weight loss

it leads to

the pricking

that happens

to my bloated ego

keep my soul

away from that sickness

of inflating my self-importance

prior to the wellbeing

and the authentic need

of my flock

i am shepherding

help me

courageously prevent

that fatted sheep

pushing around

or preventing the lean

to enjoy freely

that food in plenty

your providence

henry victor           22.03.2008

veneration of mediocrity

like foxes and hyenas go for left-over, humans

for unknown reason, have evolved

into a tribe who favor, hire, venerate

and casually canonize the mediocre type

this new tribe build monuments

for un-sportive and un-adventurous

jacobs, the sons of rebeccas

at the expense of forgetting and rejecting

and even, discrediting and denouncing

esaus, the sons of isaacs, those adventurous

sportive, creative, and also non-conformists

to bland blank values and lifeless customs

henry victor 

forgive me for seeking forgiveness

foolishly i feel guilty

and turn to you for mercy

and pardon in the past

many times

for sins of my adolescent

and youth-filled years

for wrongs

i was not responsible

but dictated and delivered

beyond my will

by the testosterone

or another hormone

deposited deep within self

forgive me now

for seeking forgiveness

and deny me help

if out of lazy foolishness

i turn to you

instead of investigating

deep within my body

and mind

the way to control

my urge

henry victor      22.02.2007

walk the path of Jesus

i have halted my hoping

for your encouragement

and you sustaining my work

of justice and reconciliation

and i expect not you

the patron of the patronizing

rich and the insensitive pretenders

to keep my vision alive

for i am brutally betrayed

by the same kiss of Judas, the pan handler

and cautiously rejected

by the chief priests and caesars of today

and thereafter cruelly crucified

by the sadistic fun loving masses

but will i not continue in the same path

of that crucified Jesus of Nazareth

henry victor     21.06.2003

the three

he holds you tight under his arm-pit

dancing on waves like a wood on drift

with other drift-woods swimming not

to the shore, to you, the eternal rest spot

the other, with you on the same spot

too swims with speed, not aimlessly float

but deep under water with intent

to whirl the water above with its content

the third he steers the rudder of the boat

pretending to swim with others in the moat

his own dug-out, to colonise you and the rest

the submissive slaves, with no quest, nor zest

© henry victor           31.08.2013 

a prophet is born

when my mind refuses to accept

absolute power in a single person
like a Constantine collecting church
and chisel a creed to control the masses

or persons amassing together to present
pretentious democracy promoting untruth
and crazy inefficiency my heart and soul
join to protest without weighing my cost

or visualizing gain in heaven, letting loose

poetry giving birth also to a prophet in line
of Moses, Amos, Ezekiel, Isaiah, Jeremiah
John, and last but not least, Jesus of Nazareth

© henry victor           20.05.2002

being in love

my love for you, utterly, embraced

the total you, including the new life

bulging, but silently, inside your belly

and ear-rings, your protesting my style!

my love for you bent mine straight

into your heart with a mesmerising energy

submitting mine to your diction, a dictating

i blindly delighted, as if you are my mother!

my love for you painlessly twists my arm

that i neither dream nor truly pack my baggage

to leave my old home, or go out to look

for a spouse, a re-placement for a lost love! 

© henry victor          02.06.2016

dominant self

i’ve never understood whether it is in nature

or it’s part of my prejudice filled psyche

that emanates an immoral, ignorant fantasy

of comfort and convenience for dominant self

a trail i see also in acquisitively hungry animals

authoritatively roaming with impulse to demolish

all that contributes to their own inner insecurity

a simplistic solution that diminishes opposition

that challenges my own authority and infallibility

with no space for any form of inclusive thought

discerning only a threat in alternative attires

with implications to slow but sure death to myself

© henry victor     14.04.2003

spam in space

spam in my cyber space like the sperm

always came in greater numbers

i tried to unsubscribe and more i tried

the more it multiplied

i left them untouched with uncontrolled

anger in total control

it worked, and one by one

spam ending as a tail-less sperm

© henry victor     03.09.2003

P.S. “Thatha! Stop this nonsense and say something sensible!” – Josephine (in the photograph)

beyond the crown, the miter, and the gown

without the king’s patronage my ancestors alleged

poetic muse will not flow to the street

without the bishop’s consent my associates assume

ministering the marginal is invalid

without the professor’s sanction my progeny profess

search for wisdom does not begin

yet with all my stupidity i did encounter

immortal songs outside the palace

enduring mercy outside the cathedral

and endless learning outside the university portal

© henry victor     11.09.2003

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

new flower to bloom

praying fervently for the women
walking to Golgotha in the valley of Dunvegan
i lift them up to your throne
as they weep and cry for your Son –

their sons and daughters crucified again

and again in that cross of convenience
to maintain control and influence
of the powerful, fewer names in the town

and villages around giving no chance

for a new flower to bloom
in the backyard of your temple
or in the valley spraying with venom!

give me grace never to disown

these simple women and their spouses
with children struggling like a hen
in the chicken pen with a weasel in!

 

dream short lived

i bring to you the dream

i feel will be short lived
in this country
of peace!

exactly a year ago when i escaped

that tragic accident escaping
with a minor bruise to my ford focus
my red station wagon
i assumed you sent your angels
to shelter me for a greater work
in the peace country
of building a togetherness
with three distinct communities
that this unity becomes a model, to shine
as bright light for others to walk
with ease!

today after so much of hard work

from passionate and single minded
commitment to you and your Kingdom
with willing, simple, and transformed life
with much grazing your word
i find there are still forces
surfacing from self-importance desiring
a takeover i cannot battle any longer
with ease!

hence, here i stand

for your opening me the door
your showing me the path
to walk my next step
or, for your sending me that angel
once more that i may return
in peace!