furthest star

smelling, hearing

and continuously seeing

voices from beyond

also from deep within

my heart ponders

with the aid of my mind

the infuriating experience

a life more authentic

making my mortal soul

into a state of dreaming

thoughts of divine essence

and provocative dreams

nay! violent thunder clapping

making me a stormy storm

impregnating my tender being

also, with lightning

spontaneously gathering around

snarling, quarreling and discord

leading at the end,

to Golgotha, the empty scull

but hoping one day

though comprehended late

like the dim light

of the star that is furthest

my soul too

shall enlighten

the innocent children

at last

henry victor      13.02.1995

another poet

time moves swiftly like a rolling stream

waiting not for me, or for my pal

carrying with it only the top soil

leaving behind persons in vain dream

i a lousy sheep roll on a warm bed

letting go the moving with no dam

chasing flies sitting on a lazy ram

without to that goal running ahead

at best i cry for that spilling milk

like a poet composing empty words

at worst i’m like those naughty gods

unconcerned for those weaving fine silk

© henry victor     09.05.2003

a vision for my mission

i am like a chameleon constantly checking

the very strength of my post i occupy

doubting deliberately as doubting Thomas

until i am absolutely sure i can never be sure

to settle like a barn owl in my barn house

poised within despite scores of unsettled pressures

content with picking to eat rodents that destroy

life so precious while rest of the world slumbers

© henry victor 29.08.2003