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

marching to a different beat

i do all the times

in academia among assess

that carry heavy books

in ecclesia among foxes

that carry a single book

and also in malls

in the absence of relevance

referring to books

i march to a different beat

marching to a different beat

i do all the times

suffering pain

with loss of gain

and pushed out of circle

until much later i stumble

alone, and stride

re-coiling

and re-circling

putting me back

into the loop

marching to a different beat

i do all the times

in the company of Copernicus

Jan Hus, and that ‘us’

the single most catalyst

to save multitude of ‘them’

otherwise thrown out

from that distinct sphere

marching to a different beat

i do all the times

and walk towards the cup of poison

to be served as a reward

and towards that crown of thorns

to be worn

but naked

as i march forward

towards a contemporary cross

to be condemned

henry victor      24.04.2007