Empty (Part 3) – Heavy Dirty Soul 

Because this dark cloud doesn’t ever leave me alone 
Life tests F-ed me up and had me eating a stone 

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I feel empty but my soul’s heavy 
Imprisoned with no one to pay my soul’s levy
I tried to push my problems up a vertical slope 
But it crashed down on me and shattered my hope 
I’m crowned with fear and garbed in doubt 
My throne is filled with thorns but I’m too numb to shout 
Despair is my sceptre and my kingdom is pain 
I’m the king of losers and it pours when I reign 
Because this dark cloud doesn’t ever leave me alone 
Life tests F-ed me up and had me eating a stone 
Life would throw me a bone and throw me to the dogs 
Water me till I’m grown then cut me for logs 
They say when you’re down, you need fear no fall 
But I’m spiralling down the bottomless with no pit stops
Then it stopped but I shattered my feet 
My blood is ice-cold now and my heart doesn’t beat. 
Empty

– herovickers 

Hello. It’s been a long while since I walked these WordPress streets. I’ve got a couple more posts coming too, so watch this space. 

I don’t really have much to say about this “Empty.” It’s just me… I mean…the character moping as usual. 

You should check out previous instalments of “Empty” : 

Thanks. 


 

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

boots

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

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.

 

Clueless

How can I repent
When I’m a sinner by choice

How can I win the game 
When I have already been defeated 
How can I be saved 
When I don’t wanna be delivered

How can I be sure 
When I still constantly doubt myself 
How can I ignore 
This pain when I hurt myself

How can I believe 
When I am living a lie
How can I leave 
This pain when I cannot say goodbye

How can I repent 
When I’m a sinner by choice 
How can I invent
When my mission is to destroy

I wrote this because I was bored (Read this in Nas’ voice)

The mechanical and electrical guys said petroleum was easy

“Okay na, wait till you see the calculations in advanced drilling

The correlations & charts… abeg argue with your Fourier Series”

It started 2012, the day was June 11 and

That was my birthday, I just turned seventeen

I remember standing on the queue for registration

Dad looking on, proud is what I vowed to make him

 

First year was so much fun, “wow, I’m an undergrad”

Meet Seez and started heating up the underground

Back to books though, ’cause MAT 111 had voluminous assignments

We had sleepless nights because all of the works were piling

 

Then tests came, we realized that this was no play

School was no fun and games like Nollywood loves to paint

Those were the good days, memories priceless, you can’t buy them

Like when I saw Tracy and my brain lost its allignment

 

Damn…it was a sunny afternoon

Her hair was blowing in the wind and she was laughing too

“Don’t fall, Vickers, don’t fall”, but I broke like a plastic spoon

Man, crushes and all…okay, okay, back to books

 

Fast forward, 200 level, the G.P. dropping session

Mechanical courses were heating up the tension

T.D almost cracked my back, waiting for the end like pension

Results “skewed” our brains to the point we invented formation

 

Then third year came, they said it would be simple

Petroleum terms were so foreign, I thought lecturers spoke in riddles

We were forming “Petrolites” but didn’t know the little-

difference between petroleum and crude oil, we learnt it all with full joy

 

The mechanical and electrical guys said petroleum was easy

Okay na, wait till you see the calculations in advanced drilling

The correlations & charts… abeg argue with your Fourier Series

400 level was stressful, we were fiending for a release

 

Got the release the moment I.T. came

Met the good, the bad and the I.T.K.s

Put in that work, man, I did put in that work

It was as sweet as a song by a nightingale

 

…that was until I heard the news

“Oh God, please this can’t be true!”

Facebook posts saying that we lost Olu

I was in shock and I didn’t know what to do

 

…but that’s life

Rest in peace to the brothers who ascended past life

It’s a jungle out here, we’re never quitting that fight

Well I.T. ended, and in a blink of an eye, it’s part five

 

IT defence, project defence

Defence on defence, I’d rather sit on the fence

We were counting the days because our freedom was near

With smiling faces, the joy was too much to bear

 

Final exams came, our black and yellow jackets would make Khalifa jealous

We poured water, turned the school upside down, nothing they can tell us

This is the result of hard work, zeal and persistence

Three fingers in the air, so…free from the system

 

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herovickers

 

So…the title is unconventional. I wanted to name the post either of the two of them but I could not make up my mind.

Read it in Nas’ voice and it’ll make so much sense, it’ll be like Nas’ ‘Memory Lane (Sittin’ in Da Park).

Oh and I was superbored when I wrote it.

This is like what you’d write if your lecturer told you to give a summary of your five years stay in school in 449 words.

So…ciao.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Haunted

I keep my face expression-less these days
’cause even a fake smile cannot mask this pain

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I keep my face expression-less these days

’cause even a fake smile cannot mask this pain

My train of thoughts moves faster than speed trains

Imagining scenarios when I could have had it changed

Now the cows are home and the milk is spilt

I’m being haunted by demons in my dreams and sleep

I’m at the edge but I’m walking like I don’t see the cliff

Tears about to burst, but I’m struggling to keep it within

Struggling to put it all behind me, but it just keeps springing

My conscience pricks me and my heart begins to bleed

Despair and doubt , they both live with me

I don’t see 3:16 nor do I see reason

Please leave me, I need no more company for this misery

I tell everyone I’m fine but I’m shaken visibly

I’m sinking deep and going down all the way

When I’m tortured by memories of the past that I cannot erase

herovickers.

 

Hello vreader. I guess we have all been at this point ( and for some more often than others). You just want to be alone and sulk and you shoot “Misery loves company” in the face. You just want to deal with your stuff by yourself.

You wish you could have done things differently or just messed up a life opportunity. You want to tear your hair out and aaaaaaaarrrrGGGGGHHHHHHHH!!!!! YOU WANNA SCREAM!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That’s where I was when I wrote this.

Thanks for reading.

    PS

  • Still working on the ending posts stuff.
  • Fucking perfectionism!!

Last Dance With Lucy

Sway, music is playing but we’re not moving to it
Sway, we’re dancing to the soundtrack of a post-apocalyptic movie

Sway, my head is wobbling with euphoria
Sway, her gown’s spinning as I glide on the floor with her
Sway, her perfume fills my nostrils with pickle dust
Sway, we move our bodies to the rhythm of our evil lust

My hands on her waist, now it’s going down lower
The ball room is crowded but I only got eyes for her
Sway, music is playing but we’re not moving to it
Sway, we’re dancing to the soundtrack of a post-apocalyptic movie

Sway, like we’re the last people on Earth
Sway, our bodies writhe with the rhythm of birth
Sway, till our souls become one
Sway, in the ritual of the dance of the Moon and the Sun

The sands of time are running out now, we dance fierce as thunder
Writing’s on the wall, our days of swaying are numbered
Sway, ’cause they will not be any other more
Sway, to sway nevermore

herovickers

 

Hi vreader. I’m in exam mode and it’s just so boring. So grateful, I’ve got some Jay Electronica sounds to keep me company. Amazing stuff.

So the piece above, is about you having to let go something or someone that has been a big part of your life not because of bad feelings or anything like that but because you know it’s the right thing for you to do. It ties in with my last post, Demon Girl. Actually, this is the prequel.

It’s like you know this is the last time you’ll spend together, so you savour every moment, every second together. It’s a  strong feeling, so strong that I imagined it as a dance in a ball room. I hope you liked it.

Thanks for reading.

 

PS

  • Game of Thrones starts in a few days. Yay! I hope I can squeeze in some time to write and post the Thrones-themed piece.
  • Lucy is short for Lucifer. And my last post was Demon Girl. Let the conspiracy theories start.

Demon Girl

It leaves me so worn out like really old shoes

Your meat…is bloody tough , oh little Succubus

I miss you but I guess I’m better off with you gone

Crazy how after these months , I haven’t moved on

Your face pops up every time I try to write a new song

But I was in denial, thinking eventually, it’ll cool off

 

The lust, so lush, the sight of you made my blood rush

But I never knew a curse came along with your touch

Your body oozed sex but you placed on me a hex

That I lost control of myself and I gave in to the flesh

 

You gave me just a glimpse but now I want the whole view

This hunger is too much now I can’t get enough

It leaves me so worn out like really old shoes

Your meat…is bloody tough , oh little Succubus

 

Now I’m casting you away , exorcising this bitter sweet

Removing every influence you had over me bit by bit

Removing this darkness before it drags me down to Hell

That is why I yell, “Be gone, oh Demon Girl!”

 

herovickers

So hi vreader!

This is the demon girl piece you were waiting for ( again, it’s a metaphor ).

I’ll keep this one short. I got exams coming so… But I’ll pop up here once in a while.

Oh and “Game of Thrones” is finally starting soon ( the one year suspense is annoying ). And that’s my favourite show. You can see the references to the show and the books in my posts ( if you warg and use that eagle eye). I’ll find some time to put up some GoT-related posts up in the few coming weeks.

PS:

I just finished reading “Ready Player One” by Ernest Cline. Awesome book. And now I’m obsessed with Easter eggs…which is why I have put one in the piece above too. A Game of Throne Easter egg. If you find it , let me know in the comments or tweet at me.

CLUE

It’s a season one quote.

King in the North!