nothing to nothing

he died alone

with barely a cloth

merely to cover

just his loin

a cloth? Yes

but not to take with him

no! but to make the other

feel a little better

and with it

he left a challenge

a deeper thought

an inspiration

again, a muse

to return

making me disown

all i foolishly own

or, i strive to own

even that love

i have for him

who is nothing

henry victor     22.10.2002

graffiti

have i now matured into a youth

with an urge to scribble on rock

trees and walls a heart and an arrow

with my initials indicating i passed

through this way alone with a heart

full of lost love and longings new

and memories of good moments

and winter nights that passed

like a short summer and at the end

i graduate piling up my graffiti

to name it poem from my heart for readers

absent, screaming for an applause that passed

© henry victor             26.11.2017

  

emptiness

a million dollar diamond

and a priceless pearl

these were my possessions

as i continued my journey

to that well lit city beyond

with deathless life

i guarded my wealth

even as i passed through hills

and vales to enter the region

with chasmic ravines

crossing breaking ice bridges

often falling and then crawling

and creeping again

to ground that was harder

but only to throw at the end

the two, and myself

jump into that emptiness

never to be heard

never to be reported

© henry victor

vanity

 

while parking my car in backyard

i was fretful i scratch not

the painting

on the body

realizing not flooding underneath

the foundation of my house

that had already removed

the entire soil

and my house stood

with all its content on an empty vacuum

making the entire structure

ready to go down

crashing into a huge chasm

filled with stream

taking along with it

my car too

© henry victor     21.02.2003

    

nothing

nothing i regard with importance

to nothing that i am now a slave

gold i seek not, women i care not

triumph i prize not, kings too stir me not

collapse frightens me not, nor poverty

wealth and lust keep aging with time

leading, sure, to death before i die

teaching me i last longer than these

even eternity is beyond me to grasp

and i crave not for that nonentity

myself is, indeed, only lees and scum

and it’s not worth that careful caring

© henry victor     03.05.2003

too much

 

Lord it is cold and my load

is very heavy too and my pride

that overloaded un-substance

slows me in my stride forward

and i with no more will to soul-stretch

desire, therefore, the death, a longer-stretch

ahead of my future that i have no control

over, like my emotion i seldom patrol

© henry victor     17.10.2003

a piece of poop

i see my nothingness clearly yet becoming
a bodhisattva is nothing but a mirage
unreal water good not for quenching
thirst of self, tired of search among poop

lee and scum people leave behind in cup
unlike that of the creatures bigger but smaller
brains for palaeontologists and the likes
to construct and instruct me the path

to nirvana, that extinction, a blowing out
to me a smaller a crow on the tree top
that worthless chicken poop in a fowl cage
walking on ground with shoes with no grip

making the walking tedious and frustrating
looking always down on the ground
unable to see awesome scenes around
to spark fire in heart, an energy for soul

henry victor     21.02.2013

still waiting for a kiss

much that i wanted i have acquired
yet emptiness fills my colossal hut
most battles i fought i have won
but a feeling of losing the war fills my heart

thus i sing the song of melancholy

still looking up like that croaking frog
for the kiss of the prince to transform
me to a princess to be happy thereafter

emptiness

a million dollar diamond
and a priceless pearl
these were my possessions
as i continued my journey
to that well lit city beyond
with deathless life

i guarded my wealth
even as i passed through hills
and vales to enter the region
with chasmic ravines
crossing breaking ice bridges
often falling and then crawling
and creeping again
to ground that was harder
but only to throw at the end
the two, and myself
jump into that emptiness
never to be heard
never to be reported