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

names and not titles

in the spirit i was lifted up

to see angels calling names

names after names

mentioning not a single title

as they opened that single gate

to heaven like the custom officer

letting passengers through

that single door

to an outgoing flight

the rest the angels

pushed them into hell

as if pushing empty cans

into the garbage

the dump

even if they had letters

that are official

in that port the only criterion

for entrance being

that which is real

the stamp on the conscience

henry victor      08.02.2007

the cow and the bull

i saw the mother cow tenderly caressing

the little calf lying at the mother’s feet

engraving in my mind the symbol

for mild and healthy productivity

i also watched the bull putting weight

unreservedly on the cow, not his own

charging ahead to discharge  all lust

hardly a thought of right or wrong

i, purposely, pause a moment to consider

the contrasting acts of the cow and the bull

the thought of holding opposites together

for a complete vision, my real to evolve

© henry victor

 

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