religion and science

gods of religion

in vain

build their castles

in the gaps

of human ignorance

expecting mortals

to pay homage

the lords of science

will knock down

at the opportune moment

these temples

with their paraphernalia

also persuading humans

the civilized citizens

with observable facts

and rationality

to revolt and rebel

against pretension

and falsehood

establishing the temple

of the mind

worshipping truth and beauty

and love

henry victor      14.08.1996

rusty, mouldy, and faulty

your household cherishes rusty liturgy

irrelevant to daily days

giving no stimulation for struggle

to overthrow burden that cripple years

men and women who bear your son’s name

play with a mouldy mindset, dead doctrine

that has lost its power to guard your yard

from straying cattle destroying vegetation

children in your hall dance to faulty tune

until they are tired to meet death

and your banquet hallway is empty

being freed of all perishing wealth

henry victor   09.05.2003    

Note: Art work here is that of Justin Victor, my grandson when he was 5 years old: A Dinosaur (with a small brain)!

bliss in ignorance

in ignorance

and more

in ignorance of one’s own ignorance

there is a perfect bliss

the bliss of a tortoise

inside her secured, secluded shell!

in ignorance

nothing is ever complex

for all are too simple

and for all

one has a simple answer: God’s Will

surfacing from the shallow waves

on that sea of ignorance!

but drown me, O my Master

in the depth of the ocean, the confusion

that is generated

from the multitude

of the multifaceted truth

or in that drowning, that death

there is, for sure, my bliss

my own restlessness!

henry victor      21.09.2007

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 

freedom

knowing not from where i came
or to where i am going, in confusion
i called the freedom to wash feet
of another my servitude

now lying naked with more naked

whom i freely choose letting
them freely caress my sensitive
spots i embrace enslavement

my being is blind to the line

dividing freedom that comes
from embracing a responsibility
but with joy and pleasures, lust

09.08.2012