the fruit

the fruit in my hand

is for love i like to expand

but i hesitate to give

for there is a worm inside

the skin shines with colour

multiple and the wave within me grows

larger but i will, very soon, yield

for the sake of the seed

hidden, deeply buried within

to grow, to give

more fruits for my hand

and songs for all around

© henry victor      19.05.2014

giving up

in my journey others call life

i kept giving up and let go

one by one my desires even piled grief

i naturally tightly held before

where my bed should exist

at the final point i firmly know

i will lose grip of that last thought

knowing that i let go my woe

now my struggle is to move

never to stop to pick or to pile

to be objective of what may impede

so i may forward go with no guile

© henry victor     05.04.2003

extinguishing a fire

a fire is burning within

many times to extinguish

i have tried, with no success

the more i tried dousing

fervently did that flame rise

should i, then, let it blaze

until its own death

buries that flare to revenge

or, should i consume

myself in that fiery wrath

until that little soul

is made pure as the truth

© henry victor

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

dominant self

i’ve never understood whether it is in nature

or it’s part of my prejudice filled psyche

that emanates an immoral, ignorant fantasy

of comfort and convenience for dominant self

a trail i see also in acquisitively hungry animals

authoritatively roaming with impulse to demolish

all that contributes to their own inner insecurity

a simplistic solution that diminishes opposition

that challenges my own authority and infallibility

with no space for any form of inclusive thought

discerning only a threat in alternative attires

with implications to slow but sure death to myself

© henry victor     14.04.2003

break the egg and stir the pool

pleasing people at every moment

promoting a false notion of good

without expressing informed opinion

i remain not a relevant leader

without breaking the delicate egg

neither will a new chick come to life

nor will i ever enjoy an omelet

for an early or that late breakfast

no one ever received a healing

at the ancient pool of old Bethesda

unless the good angel from heaven

cared to stir the puddle with its mud

© henry victor     10.04.2003

temples, cults and faiths

many are the temples erected on graves

where, human intelligence is covered

and humane values receive lip services

with no concern for those subjugated

many are cults that hurt the wretched poor

removing the very livelihood of the small

like that cancerous cell eating up all

with no dirt left at the corridor

many are faiths that eludes reality well

providing vision to exploit that little

appeasing conscience, the divine within

fooling own self until that reckoning

© henry victor     11.04.2003