walking to beat the gloom

i wondered with some sense

of depression

whether the operator

of the world’s weather

and seasons

yesterday

pressed the wrong button

leading to my falling

with a jerk and a shudder

straight into the ‘green-less’

and ‘grain-less’

fall

skipping the good part

of spring

that makes water fall

from the big, or a small

mountain

and the entire summer

making the canyon

busy with buffaloes

and prairie dogs

making me to walk

to beat the gloom

otherwise would push me

to flog my mind

until it bled

and

was forever dead

henry victor      02.05.2007

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

a contemporary confession

you are the very source of my life
though you always remain invisible to eyes
with limited focus and incomprehensible to mind
leaping like a monkey lacking patience

i sit not still to carefully weave together

the available evidence for your being
ending at the end doubting you and failing to feel
your presence pleasing my heart, compelling conscience

i am rarely ready to choose your will and walk

in the path you choose as it winds through the dark
valley lacking fame for self and also deficient
with worldly wealth but in plenty is repeated failure

though you have always remained sufficient

for saints who cherished your presence; they learnt
the art of quiet mind and the heart that only houses
your throne, emptying the vessel they sailed calm

but i am growing like a plant bent and choked

by a crowded surrounding desperately turning
towards the life giving sun to shine on her body
to yield a few fold before drooping to die

i pray, hence, you stoop down to lift me up

to the realm of your regular presence, the grace
i may breathe in and breathe out, your life-giving
silver rays to make my limbs strong and stout

 

leech

leech, that boneless, the loss

of purpose inching to suck
all the blood from my soul
has begun munching my mind

already weakened by a lack

of exercising, a disciplined reading
with dishing out to followers
acquired wisdom, the sweet cake

being stagnant too long in one

spot and anchored in a dead
love makes it easier for leech
to bring life to a screeching halt
 
11.08.2012