Did I hold too tight that it died?
Or, I held too loose that it flew?
For my mind mildly walks in taunting thoughts
Of how love's ocean went dry
For what I had in my palms have
Melted into memories
Envisioned future, now an unhistorical history
Alas, vapours of  memories!
All but a memory

Didn't I wish I were to her a brother
To shield her from societal snares and ills
For were the journey a hill
I'd climb even her mountains till
Her heels heads the aisle

I was readily her serf
To treat her in rosy loyalty
Coy her in her coyness and
Answer her blue prayers at bedtime sweetness
Cravings of being her knight and
Keeping her head till the death of starless nights
And to keep her 'heart-hold'
Like a man keeps his household
True, I prayed to be all these & one thing
Her husband!
So to be the band that holds her body and soul solely
Gosh! The times we timed
The days we dined
Are now but messy memories
Nought but a memory!

Austin-Vicker 🌺

...The mother star sat alone like a barren one wondering at the wonders of the night
The sky became more spacious, like all of its tenants travelled to the heavens for an inhouse meeting
Alas! No star gave it's light but the morning star
For it warred Lucifer, the Singing Warrior
One thought met another thought
The sorrow knew no sonorous dirge; neither light nor lightning appeared
The earth paused to read the end
A story of age-long lovers whose break-up broke heaven's heart
Shall I tell of this in words plain or await the arrival of words-plane?
Solemn is the solemn song sung!
I still hear the lyrics as I sit here
It's the break-up of the Lord Himself and his Serf
The break-up of Jehovah & Lucifer
How did Lucifer act drunk?
Or was Jehovah power-drunk?

*Austin-Vicker🌺

You've met the wordsmith for meet words
Yet, you hear your lips lisp
The neutrality of her expression
Got you bemused
For neither words from the scripture
Nor the thunders of your silent tears could
Move her move her ground

You've massaged her ego like a modern slave
And you feel the lonesomeness of the grave
Her fingers warm up your pocket
But they leave cold your freezing chest
Though whispers of her presence in your  house
Yet, echoes of her absence in your heart
You know you're falling deeper
Gosh!
How deep the pit wherein a lover falls
When he falls all by himself in love

To the thicks and deeps
To Dreamlands and outer space
You've sojourned in search of
The balm for the wounds
But your heart still  bleed from the fall
You know you're losing your peace
But you're a lover knight
Fighting for love
Wow!

Your jokes turn jests
Arguments overtake agreements
And when you ask "what's the problem?"
The answer is usually "nothing"
When you see these happening
Know the end is near
They are signs of the end
She's sorely settled to leave
Live & let her leave

Austin-Vicker 🌺

Heavy hearts, burnt by sad words unspoken
Dissatisfaction, like treasures, hidden
Annoyance, harboured in abeyance
With each one seeking his vengeance
What was to be forgotten was never forgiven
For forgiveness found no apology to embrace
So were conflicts covered underground
Until what they could handle got out of hand
And what began cheerfully ended subtly

© Austin-Vicker

I could chorus countless choruses
For your name smoothens my vocal cords
I could chant cheerful chimes
And attend anthems attentively
But no more can I sing a song
For you left me- the song in my mouth

Was it that my tongue slipped?
Or that my lips lisped?
Was it that my eyes went on holidays
Or for sweet whispers exiled with time?
Did you meet god with good rhymes?
Or you got caught by strange limes?
Was it for miles I didn't go
Or I overstepped my bounds?
Has one promised to walk you down the aisle?
But that's why we had you and I

Singing good songs was a heritage
Passed to me like a scepter
Alas! I lost my voice
The good music stopped
Never shall a new song go forth from me
For I know, without you, I'd sing off key
Return, lest, I lose the lines
You were the song in my mouth

*#Austin-Vicker🌺

Travelling through the paths not trod
Groping through the dark at lights out
Searching for what faith alone gave
Though yet untouched
Has been seen by the eyes of the mind
Though not held
But is felt by the hands of the heart
It’s the secret behind the extra mile
It’s the reason we play along

The first half is gone, even the second
Though playing the added time
Hope can’t die if time still lives
Commentators commented on several misses
And spectators await the final whistle
Yet, we hope to end this game without a
Chance to the opponent
We’ll score & bow out in lasting hurray
That’s why we’ll still be glad
Though our goal is scored at the “die minute”
For it were better to score late
Than be late with draws & losses alone

*Austin-Vicker🌺

Shining teeth, glaring at attentive eyes
Clothed in widening layers, like a yielding elastic
Certain deeds, clocking the memories
Like an endless revision in aimless rehearsals
Days & times, strolling into our thought ways
Hear the music band that binds our hearts?
And the soothing sounds that keep boundless, our joy
As we unsparingly delete saved money
To save fresh memories and
To cause the meeting of plates and spoons

These and many more command embraces
As in each other's arms
And at the sharp hugs of each other's glasses
We cheer and chill and
Whisper or shout  at the happening of
Those happy things that
Keep us happening

*Austin-Vicker 🌺

It was a chilly eve
Chilling with timid Eve
When sweetness was all I could perceive
I dreamt of having a grip of Eve
The morning woke me beside Eve
Then my mind I did retrieve

Thirty days were hastened past
To that eve was Eve's mind cast
In impatient patience did she expect the usual
Alas! Now an in-patient. Hope we won't lose her?
Was her visitor caught up in Ikeja traffic?
Gosh! This unholy delay is  getting terrific!

We watched the moon catch the sun
In Eve's womb was found a son
Not ready to be called a father
My fragile cap can't keep this feather
I'm poised to swear before the Catechist at the altar
Tears were Eve's bread & water; words, she won't alter
Who would believe her story?
Down my heart, I was sorry!

Years begot years
And time hid tears
But I live with memories of the lies told
Bitter memories till now I'm grown old
Beside my riding bed
Perch my breath like a bird
With me is death impatient
For I'm now an in-patient
What took my dream came for my spirit
Oh! This is the best time to spit it
Before ashes or dust would my body chide
Let it be known, I'm the father of Eve's Child.

She'll keep of him each piece
Who chose to be his peace
His pure love will be her own portion
The world would think he ate love portion
Get the gist of this piece
He stays where he finds peace

*#Austin_Vicker🌺

You left a ring in my *******
Motions of emotions it did trigger
You said your move was for a study leave
So to wear those good scents you could perceive
I’ve waited till the demise of the sun
The moon hastens to join the sleeping sun
The ring and I are ageing
Sugar, aren’t you done studying?
The queen of your ring, I’m becoming
Innocent, when are you returning?

You said it was for Master’s degree
To wait on you, I did agree
It’s now thirteen years since we bade goodbye
Mine eyes are now knights to the azure sky
Forlorn, I sit in the ice of the quiet night
Pleading with faring aircrafts that greet my sight
To tell thee tenderly, the weight of a waiter’s burden
And assuring still, that I won’t change all of a sudden
But the Queen of the ring I’m becoming
Dear Innocent, when are you returning?

I heard you now have a “white collar” job
To your lines, I do the “phone caller” job
Gosh! The lines you gave me are now switched off
The hope light that did shine is now switched off
They said you’re a king heartbreaker
That you won’t be back from America
But ‘Hearsay’ is not my “deal breaker”
Your ring is on me like church sticker
Some said your love affairs are not fair
Yet, caution- I dashed the atmosphere
A million voices voice doubts to my hearing
Yet, I await your promise of returning
This lifelong ring, till death, I’m wearing
Innocent, when are you returning?

Many came for my hand in marriage
That your marriage promise is a mirage
But like a loyal soldier
I keep your last order
That I eat not another’s banana
Since you’d soon become the chief farmer
I’m starving, starving of love and love’s warmth
Heart- broken, its pieces, fed on by worms
I’m fading, I’m burning
Still praying, still waiting
If you ever return to find but my dust or ashes
If you return to find my carcass or soul in patches
Know I died waiting for my lover’s promise
Yet, I hope you’ll make good this promise
I’ll wear this ring; though, strong age keeps calling
Remember your promise of returning

#Austin_Vicker🌺
*#Wordsville

Check in the clasped hands of time and
Find in melted drips, tips to mysteries
At the feet of time is the end of life
Yet, time breathes life eternal
Time is the tears that greet our smiles
In time is the smile that begot our tears
Time has the honour of the abased
In time is the fall of the proud
Let Rose give time to them that bring roses
And see if they be not solanum in rose guise
Give time to them that profess hate
And see interest make haters relate
For whether the earth be vacant or tenanted
Time will dismiss our gathering
Time is the doctor for all ailments
Time is the specialist of no specialty
Time, apothecary ever lives!

Austin-Vicker🌺

Blessed curse!
Poisonous pleasure!
The pills that none seeks to take
The track that every man had once taken
They said only fools rush in
But as one sec begets another
Follows one man after another
To its dwellings, they troop in
For it's wiser to rush into love
Than to rush into war

They say it doesn't exist
Yet, from it they seek no exit
They call it a dreamy shadow
Yet, they'd love to lay hold of it tomorrow
They say love lies, love dies; and with time, love flies
Yeah! Perhaps, love wasn't meant to last forever
For even lovers don't live forever

Love is our woe, yet our goal
Love is the pill that kills our pain
Love is the pain that kills us men
For love, was everyone once a tool
In love, was every man once a fool
Love is the war of wars
For in it did all warriors die
A fool in love is wiser than the wise at war
Love is the end of wars

©Austin-Vicker

Worded minds by words do blend
          Wielded words can break glues too
Often times we cage or pend
          The great wonders words would do
Read to self the thoughts inward
          Ere you spill those thoughts in words
Due, sure comes each word's reward
          Speak or stitch with muting threads
Spoken words can make or mar
         Can break barriers  or debar
                                                    
Austin-Vicker🌺