roaming in eternity

he knows his strength

at least, he fears not

what he lacks

or, what little he has

with a thick skin

of the plains buffalo

he lives beyond a need

to strengthen his ego

or picking feathers for a cap

with an absent need to cover

his head from sun that burns

or cloud pouring  crocodile tears

neither does he need

any paper

online, or offline, to cover

his stinky arse, his poetic farts

wilderness of flourishing failures

a landscape, he much thrives

on, holding tight the horns

of the seasons roaming in eternity!

henry victor            27.10.2018

  

am i faking

i do not want to talk to my self

and think i am talking to you
the Lord of the universe
whom i seek to love and serve!

there are two that i do not know

there are two that are always unclear
to me: my knowledge of you
and my knowledge of myself!

from this stems my not knowing

or, this exercise becoming unclear:
am i talking to you, or
is my prayer a mere self-talk!

i pray for more genuine prayer

where my talking reaches the ear
of that one who moves the world
speaking to me an audible word!

nothing weighty from you i need

except that you hear my pleas
with an assurance i am heard
and my talking is not worthless!

 Note: Photo credit to Mario Flores.