ELIXIRS

ELIXIRS – By John Chizoba Vincent
(beautification of painted imageries)

Like these broken shadows spread on the floor of my father’s tattered room,
Like those weeping spirits by the corner of my mother’s excited kitchen singing,
The sky wept in the absence of those beds allocated to the sun of its glories.
A Thousand mouths wagged at the dogs for sighting another ghost in the heart of the church that must be hidden at night. We are ourselves the mirror of fantasy handed over to the priest that knows whole lots of women’s nakedness,
Let’s fire out memories of lost heritage.

“This will cure your madness and gives you eternal life in Christ Jesus,” they said. For the Chinese Alchemist will come again with the precious gold made of this liquid. We’ll drink from its fountain of lost want,
The sand we counted, the priest said It was for the body of the Holy Mary.
The stars we counted, he said it was for the body of Christ who resurrected with sins of the flesh and blood of the lamb.
When next you hear a preacher’s mouth preaching ask him of Sodom and the sinful Gomorrah before he tells you the truth is bitter.

Here are the eastern equivalent mastery philosopher’s stone of creed and prayers before we were born to this clothed love world, mother told a tale of the mirror,
How they found the end in the end light,
How they searched for a way in a way;
But at the end, the clergymen deceived them and saw their pride gazing openly. We’ll sit to listen to the pebble of the broken silence the priest will spread yet on another grave for Auntie Tabitha.
Flocks are the shepherd’s prey as they lead them into the hell of condemnation.

We are ourselves the clothes we wear,
The clergymen had sipped the remains of our sanity and gave us insanity of lost. We are ourselves the stream of lines in our thoughts breaking the hun skylines. We believed all they said.
Remember, not all they said by the soil graveyard happen in heaven and hell.
I have been in heaven and tested hell and discovered we’re given elixir of life by their lies to keep us following like faithful sheep tracking the greener bush.
You are what you believe and think is right.

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John chizoba Vincent is a poet, Novelist, Music Video Director, cinematographer, film maker and Editor. He hails from Abia state, Nigeria

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ELIXIRS

By John Chizoba Vincent
(beautification of painted imageries)

Like these broken shadows spread on the floor of my father’s tattered room,
Like those weeping spirits by the corner of my mother’s excited kitchen singing,

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