When i stepped into the ring..
i didn't aim to fight..i came to win..
when i heard the commencing bell ring...
on the crown i set my sights...complacency in the bin..
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Who turned out the lights?
Whose bellowing rants faded out the desolate cries?
Who impeded my sights?
Making my bright vision a bleak mirage.
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We heave and leave our chests to drop
Perceive a sieve to be a net
Conceal with zeal the real and yet
Bellow and yell at traps self-set
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Who will you be when your clothes are gone?
who will you be when the moths of time become skin borne?
Who will you be in a month's time? a month older i guess? and till u bid vanities farewell, a month less.
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Why should i quiver?
Why should my faith even waver?
Why should i fear a purposeless stranger in my pursuits?
Why should there be even a strand of resentment?
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Tell me who I am not and I will tell you whether you ought to be scrutinising who I am not or you ought to have first sought to be who you are not so you can hold the lamp, being the finder of the path...
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BREAKING NEWS; Koromoti goes on strike! ! ! ! !
Robert, Yahya and Mswati seem unconcerned..
Greek mythology greets our selective psychology..
Are you crazy? its called DEMOCRACY..
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When your vocal chords contract in choruses of distress...
when semi-breves of laughter are just semi brief moments of mockery tainted joy....
when good times are but fantasies and misfortune seeks to impress...
when all seems pointless..and your existence seems coy...
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Lets say its outrageous and forget about it..
lets say its gorgeous and swarm around it..
lets say its stupendous and incarcerate our imaginations from it..
lets say its contagious and abhor it...
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