Free? | Parzival’s Shadow

Universal truth
Can be universal lie
Is your earth flat or round?

Free?
Can we ever be free ?
Can we ever see
Past the limits
Of our eyes?
Are we so wise?
Are we so free
When the freedom
Is a
Prison
?
The truth shall set you free?
The truth that lies in you?
Universal truth
Can be universal lie
Is your earth flat or round?
Can we ever be free?
In theory,
We can achieve the objective
The truth is not a template
You have to custom it
By chasing it, seeking it
But it has no end
It’s a journey.

That Year

But the past is gone like a bus you missed
And staring after it only takes away
Your attention from the limo of bliss
The present, the chauffeur of the better day

That year was way better than what we have
My green eyes yearn for the days in stories
Told by my father- Oh I wish we could have
Those days back, we have lost all our glories

The very bright days have turned into gloom
Division by class and tribe is the norm
Corruption built a mansion on this room
So how we do we stand when we face the storm

But the past is gone like a bus you missed
And staring after it only takes away
Your attention from the limo of bliss
The present, the chauffeur of the better day

   So look to the future and don’t backtrack
   Change today – That year is not coming back

– herovickers | Angry Young Man

 

Hello vreader.

This is a piece for a poetry compilation I entered for (I hope I get selected!) Anyway the real motive of writing this is to consider that even if we have to look back and compare and talk about how things are worse off now ( which I do a lot as Angry Young Man), we also need to look at the present so we don’t get so caught up in the problem that we do not see the solution.
But this does not mean we should not remind ourselves of what we is prevalent (because there are so many distractions) because if we do not, we forget and we cannot even remember where to start fixing the problems from.
Angry Young Man is not the stereotypical rebel who rebels just because ( and like I always say ‘This isn’t politically motivated’) . There is a goal here, and it does not matter if the goal gets fulfilled in our lifetime, the point is we’ll never stop and we’ll keep fighting to the end.

Thanks for reading.

It’s (Not) Just Words

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I’m a badass writer. I know that. I mean, Pryme once called me king of metaphors, so y’know…

Anyway, since I’ve been writing, I have had different reactions to what I write ranging from open appreciation to secret gratitude to nonchalance . And each time I get a reaction whether good or bad, I tend to brush it off as “just words, nothing more.” That they only think it’s clever or powerful because it rhymes or because it is well articulated.

I thought I believed it.

But it really isn’t just words.

It’s everything.

Saying it’s just words is like saying “it’s just E=MC2.”

Words are weapons. Words are malleable and can be shaped into whatever form the writer wants. Check out these lines I wrote on “This Right Here’s Not A Preview(Pre Monster’s Grief 5)” :

“Rhyming is power, soldiers cower when I grab my pen to write
Military forces get assaulted with such a deadly might
But how you wield this weapon is dependent on your strength of mind
So your lines may not be able to hurt a fly while mine will shoot you dead on sight”

– herovickers, This Right Here’s Not A Preview (Pre Monster’s Grief 5)

I see writing as painting where each pattern of rhyme or rhythm is like a palette or shade that has to be correctly arranged to bring out the exact picture in the writer’s mind. And that’s what makes it a dangerous power to have because empires have crumbled and wars have been fought all because of words.

This leaves the writer with a responsibility for whatever interpretation the reader implies from the writing.

More than just a weapon, writing is connected to the writer’s soul. It comes from experiences (imagined or real) or thoughts of the writer. The raw pain, shame, joy, rage, and doubt of the writer is transformed into processed information.

I touched on that also on “This Right Here’s Not A Preview”:

“But I don’t write to impress you guys, I write ’cause I’m depressed inside
This feeling is intensified and it leaves me incensed at night
And that is why I have to write or else I’ll crash this deadly mind
You don’t know the pain I feel everyday when I sit to pen these rhymes”

– herovickers, This Right Here’s Not A Preview (Pre Monster’s Grief 5)

So in a way as powerful as writers are, they are also vulnerable. Every piece of work you put out exposes you to people who judge you by what you write.

And that’s what makes it fun to write.

You can be whoever you want to be.

So it’s never just words. Ever.

 

My Theory On Punch’s Verse On Ab-Soul’s “Lonely Soul”

“I’m more likely to believe he was speaking as an ancient being that has seen it all. Or ancient artifact. Basically representing the timeless observer: Time.”

 

Hello vreader.

Whenever I listen to Ab-Soul’s “Do What Thou Wilt.” and it gets to “Lonely Soul” which features Punch, I always rewind and listen again and again to Punch’s verse. And I’ll be writing about what I feel is going on in the verse.

Mind you, this is just my theory and therefore does not replace a verified Genius annotation.

Okay. This might look like reaching but I think Punch was speaking as a wise ancient being who is talking to people in a dystopian future world ( or a time traveller from our timeline who goes to that dystopian future to tell them of how things were back in our present) and how things collapsed and how they ignored his warning about the signs of what is to come.

I’m more likely to believe he was speaking as an ancient being that has seen it all. Or ancient artifact. Basically representing the timeless observer: Time. And I’m very inclined to say that ancient being was The Sphinx of Giza.

I mean The Sphinx has seen it all, having existed since the ancient times is a great metaphor for Time.

And about the future, I think it is a world devoid of love because he said he was a “lonely soul itching for a love that [he’s] once known but [he’s] outgrown it”. He has spent a long time getting used to this dearth and death of love.

He saw the signs though and he knew what was coming because “while this world is caving in  [he’s] living a vacation” and I think he was living a vacation because he knows the secret to survival is love which the album itself hammers a lot on.

He tries to let them know but they do not really listen to him as he used the illustration of  a character he told stuff named Famous and trying “to stall him but I ain’t have no alternative
I told him to think smart, he told me get it how I live” ( Again, major reaching).

He has the infinite wisdom and now he’s telling Soulo and the others about everything.
PS:
  • I have so many theories when I listen to music and I think I’ll start writing about them. Meanwhile read other theory post.
  • I’m going to listen to Punch‘s souncloud now and get some other things to write about.

Ciao.

Angry Young Man Origins : Don’t mind me…

This isn’t motivated by politics…

Angry Young Man Origins : Don’t mind me… #AngryYoungMan #AYM

A post shared by Angry Young Man (@herovickers) on Mar 10, 2017 at 4:39pm PST

 

Hello, vreader. Here are the words to the AYM freestyle.

This isn’t motivated by politics
I am angry…young man and this is all I see
On the faces that face this phase that isn’t positive
Unfazed …by the two faces of the lea-ders
They should see that we don’t care ’bout no fiscal policies
That they speak on TV but don’t translate on the streets
We suffer and smile while they keep promising
They said the pain is sweet to bear that was the origin
Of the problem, we don’t ask questions
And when we do, they try to silence us
With brutal force, they bend the law like the Avatar
But these ain’t saviours, just some confused characters
But don’t mind me, I’m just freestyling
The thunderclap is louder, the more the silence
I wear this mask of mine so you can take yours off you
I am Angry Young Man and you should be too
 

– herovickers | Angry Young Man

Swords ‎| To Mr Boots #AngryYoungMan

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Mr Boots, you trample on my rights
You tread on my head, then march out of sight
You kick me in the guts when I try to talk
When I gather to rally, you kick at me a rock
But I do not fear you, Boots, you’re just a tool
Nor do I fear the bumbling fool that controls you
I got the people with me, minds sharp as the eagle eye
Step on me now, step on a thousand Samurai
Swords

-Angry Young Man

 

Vive la révolution!

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I fear for him because he’ll lose his mind
I fear for him because he’ll be leaving in a bier
I fear for him because he’ll lose his pride
I fear for him because I see him every day in the mirror

What is the hope for a writer that can’t write?
                                     a giant that can’t fight ?
                                    a lion that can’t bite?
How does he battle the demons on the page
                                    the villagers when they rage
                                    those trying to put him in a cage
He’s defenceless and his soul is empty
                                     they’re going to behead him
                                     the jungle king’s reign will end quick
I fear for him because he’ll lose his mind
I fear for him because he’ll be leaving in a bier
I fear for him because he’ll lose his pride
I fear for him because I see him every day in the mirror
-Victor

My Theory on Messeger X from Boogey’s Incognito Mixtape

I pictured MX stabbing and slashing Big Bad while reading out his crimes to him with a wild demonic dangerous look in his face. He has already given in to his dark side so he doesn’t care for the rules anymore.

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Hello vreader.

I was listening to Boogey‘s “Incognito” over the weekend (for the umpteenth time) and I realised how tightly woven the concept/story behind the project was. And I like concept/storytelling albums and making theories about them, so I decided to write what I think was going in the background of Incognito.
The poetry/commentary in between the tracks works well at explaining the story but I think there’s a lot more going on.
  • GENESIS

So the protagonist is called Messenger X. And he is an alien from the sky and he belongs to a species/race he calls “The Sky People”. All that is evident from “Blah Blah From The Sky People” where Boogey uses hints to show what MX is here for. But we don’t know much about the people he came to visit until we get to “Devil Beans” where we can tell that the people have been calling out for a saviour and MX is telling them that he is the answer to their prayers and he tells them what he can do, trying to gain their acceptance. At this point he’s able to convince some of the population and he rise up in population while the rest, the doubters rise up against him into a group called “Bad Belle” as is seen in “Matiasma”. He warns them to stay away and that he’s not fazed by their unbelief and scheming. He realises that there is a big bad evil villian (let’s call him “Big Bad”) and he sets off to wrestle with Big Bad. Now the problem is the Big Bad guy is pure evil and he does not hold back when he fights and MX, even as hard as he tries, cannot defeat Big Bad without giving in to his own dark side. He knows there will be consequences if he does but still he goes on with the idea.

  • AWAKENING

This part of the story majorly solidifies my idea of MX as an anti-hero or “anti-messiah” as Boogey said in “Antimessage”. Here the imagery is super vivid. I pictured MX stabbing and slashing Big Bad while reading out his crimes to him with a wild demonic dangerous look in his face. He has already given in to his dark side so he doesn’t care for the rules anymore. Basically, overkilling. Then he defeats Big Bad but since he technically “sold his soul”, he dies as that is the consequence for going dark. And he is reborn in “The Boy” ( There is a subtle hint at this in the commentary at the beginning of “The Boy”) as a new guy called “The Boy” who is still MX but now a conqueror and he is celebrated and accepted by all the people now, that’s why he’s bragging all through : “Who’s messing with the boy?” and all that. Then the most logical thing takes place next : the people decide to make him their king. This takes place in “The King”. Now he has the influence to spread his message (What is a messenger without a message?)

  • VANITY

This is my favourite part of the story because this is where the message really is. It is here MX tells the people that bitter truth about time and death and the darker themes. And I believe that as he tells them about these stuff, they really happen to him, too. So he starts in “Memento Mori” telling them about how death is inevitable and it is the greatest equaliser. And that they should not waste time so they do not have to regret later on. This message believe starts to make him unpopular among the people as they do not want to hear all that. Then we’re on to “People Always Leave” where he continues with the theme of time and lets those remaining still listening to him about how people won’t always love you and stay and all that. Basically about the selfishness that is deep rooted in people.   Ironically this same thing is happening to him too. He used to be the adored saviour and the great King, now less people listen to him. This part is reminiscent of Shakespeare’s Sonnet 7. Then he realises that the most important thing is not be popular but to be loved and to pay more attention to those who care rather than those who do not. Then he tells the people in “Celebrate ” to cherish the time he has with them, somehow foreshadowing his death in “Last Words” where , he doesn’t take his advice at the end of “People Always Leave” to ignore the hate, and he gets depressed seeing how far he has fallen off from his high status and decides, sadly to end his life.

  • RETRIBUTION

He wakes up to realise that he cannot just die and rest like that. His spirit is still alive, unable to rest until he haunts and ends all his enemies. So he sees other similar angry spirits who had scores to settle with the living and gathers an army that only knows carnage and desolation to their adversaries. He does this in “Resurrection” and “Bring it Back” continues the theme.

Ciao.
PS:
  • This is just my theory and I feel if you listen to the project with the storyline in your mind, it feels like watching a science fantasy story playing out.
  • The first half of the story is reminiscent of Jesse Jags’ “God on The Mic”.
  • The imagery beneath the verses in Antimessage is super vivid. I could picture the fatal battle between Big Bad and Messenger X.
  • It parallels the story of a rap ‘messiah’. I could write about that too but this post would be too long.
  • Check Boogey out on his website.

I Am Nothing …And So Are You

Take off the make-up, take off the expensive clothes, take off the watches, take off the hair and hair extensions, take off the shoes, take off the impeccable diction and accents, take off the temperaments and egos, take away the cars, take off the chains, take off the earrings, take them all away.
Underneath we’re all just the same, naked homosapiens trying to figure out what we’re doing in this planet.

“Take off the make-up and see what’s under the mask yo”

Hello vreader.

Christmas is in the air. Or is it ? I really don’t see the usual Harmattan over at my side. Where is the Harmattan? Has it been affected by the recession too(too soon?) ? I hope not, so I can get an excuse to wear my new awesome jackets.
The quote above is a lyric from “Angry Young Man” (long story) and even though it’s used in a different context there, it can apply to life too.
Take off the make-up, take off the expensive clothes, take off the watches, take off the hair and hair extensions, take off the shoes, take off the impeccable diction and accents, take off the temperaments and egos, take away the cars, take off the chains, take off the earrings, take them all away. 
Underneath we’re all just the same, naked homosapiens trying to figure out what we’re doing in this planet. Underneath we’re all just dust or tissues, muscles and bones (whichever you believe). Underneath there is no rich, there is no poor. Underneath there is no beautiful, there is no ugly. Underneath there is no successful, there is no unsuccessful.
Underneath it’s just plain. Underneath we’re all like stick figures. Yes, we’re all stick figures.
We think too much of our statuses, our appearance, our properties and the  perceptions of others. We get so caught up in everything that we think we’re above everything. We call ourselves higher animals (Why won’t we say that when we’re the ones who set the standards? ).
think when we start to look inwards and strip off all these extra appendages and glamour that’s when we can realise we’re not really anything and we can start to appreciate the little things.

 

Vickers out!

Peace and Valar Morghullis! 

 

  • Yay! I’m writing again!
  • Writer’s block is gone!

Expunge

What is the opportunity for the youth today
When he’s got a government that never looks his way

What is the opportunity for the youth today
When he’s got a government that never looks his way
When his innovative ideas always get pushed away
And he’s got bills to pay
When the only legal means is gambling and pyramid schemes
When the leaders eyes are closed to his plight, so they sleep on his dream
But they flaunt their wealth on Instagram, and have him fiending for whips
And he’s got bills to pay
When they never listen to her unless she’s in a skimpy dress
When they flex with all the money her pensioner father hasn’t been paid in years
When she’s out of school with no job, she doesn’t know which way is next
And she’s got bills to pay
When the system is corrupt and filled with lawlessness
When the House of Assembly members are throwing chairs
When they only reach out to him to cause election violence
And he’s got bills to pay
YOU’RE PUSHING HIM! YOU’RE PUSHING HER! YOU’RE PUSHING US!

Herovickers
Angry Young Man
Hello vreader (*cringe).
I wrote this a while back and I just got around to sharing. I’m just expunging all these thoughts that keep me turning on my bed at night.
I think we (the young people) are being pushed when we don’t have the environment to flourish and be great. And when you push someone to the wall, two things can happen(according to me) : either the person fights back or they jump over you and (seemingly) run away.
You should be more afraid of the latter.
Thanks for reading.