blow, i pray!

winds from God: wind

from humanity, winds from nature

winds from north, winds from south

winds from east, winds from west

blow, i pray; blow it hard

blow in my nodding mind

and in my unproductive yard

until aged are dropped to be dead

blow, i pray; blow it hard

until the self in slumber is awaken

and the roots are shaken

and shaken hard

and new life become firmly rooted

in my mind and in my yard

lent to me for productive plenitude

blow, i pray; blow it hard

© henry victor     03.02.2004

triumph and failure

when intoxicated with triumph

fame follows as the path winds

through hours, days, weeks

months, and years!

but a little failure, a minor stumble

on a little boulder may rock the boat

appearing as an insurmountable

mountain that can never be conquered

hence the heart hangs

with feet up like a bat

even when much light is around

for mind to sail on wings of the wind

© henry victor     23.01.2004

finding my true soul

perceptions leading to plenty

in my purse is to be worldly wise

and practical like the tractable

triumph i first sought much

while sacrificing my sympathy

to small, a single sheep that compels

a sacrifice of success, a  prosperity

for ninety-nine in the fold of safety

but that Nazarene seeking me

taught the folly of not tracking

the lost in whom is my true soul

also lost, waiting to be found

© henry victor     02.01.2004

game is now over

statements taken out of context

twisted and perverted truths

half-truths, lies, and more blatant lies

woven together with graphs and hard numbers

enhancing the appearance of objectivity

to make the unsigned written statements

sometimes contradicted and at other

corroborated between the accusers

that accused to condemn, also assassinate

the character of a person, nay, themselves

the game, in any case, is now over

i must be quick to re-pack my bag

with jersey, sweat socks and boots

to be on my way home

scores are unimportant

performance is irrelevant

for sure, i kept my calm

and did not collapse

my wife that last refuge and comfort

will anxiously wait with hot chocolate

that i may drink to sleep tonight in peace

to journey tomorrow into another calvary

© henry victor

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

below and beyond

when i lost my soul, i know not

where i dropped it, i remember not

now, for sure, i roam soulless

but with a heavy burden
stepping into every optometrist
in town to enhance my vision of the transcendence
that i may ease my weight in the soulless soul

many have offered cheap advice, quick fixes

and pointed me towards radars
that will teach me to be quickly noticeable

but i’m bent to probe that being

that prompts my becoming
below and beyond all radars
both secular and pretentious

© henry victor

my ashes

deep inside my heart is a dark cave

where my locker is locked with the key

the digits of this number-lock buried

deep below in the depths of my mind

unknown to the wide world around

are these poems, ashes of my pain

and poise, a secret content that converse

silently while sitting in the unlit space

these hitherto unpublished prosaic

thoughts, will they be read in public

later, or further interred with my bone

will forever, for me, remain unknown

© henry victor                  29.05.2016