delalorm fiaka

Rookie [kosi.fiaka] (19th JUNE 1988 / ACCRA, GHANA)

delalorm fiaka Poems

1. Ripples 4/13/2013
2. Enemy Within 4/13/2013
3. Kings? Or Pins? 4/13/2013
4. From The Soul Through To The Sole. 4/13/2013
5. Voices In A Bottle 4/13/2013
6. Atemuda 4/13/2013
7. Tick Tock..Why Wait In Shock? 4/13/2013
8. A Hole In The Whole Identity. 4/13/2013
9. Salvos Of The Fugitive 4/16/2013
10. My Psalm 12/29/2013
11. Soot On The Mirror 12/29/2013
12. When It Reigns It Paws 12/29/2013
13. I Sure Will Be There...Or? 12/29/2013
14. Whines Before Wine 12/29/2013
15. Coin 12/29/2013
16. Snaps Of Schnapps Of Oblivion 12/29/2013
17. To My Grandmother 12/29/2013
18. You, You Me And Us 12/29/2013
19. All The Days Of My Life 6/3/2014
20. The Odder Side Of The Other Side 12/29/2013
21. In The Very Crust Of Retrogression 12/29/2013
22. Now And Then 12/29/2013
23. Sans Kania! 4/13/2013
24. Incandescent Pretence! 4/13/2013
25. Just Call Me Victory! ! ! 4/26/2013

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Just Call Me Victory! ! !

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..

When they threw the first punch...
i grimaced, then i stuttered...
then steadied and remained staunch...
red faced..pulse fast paced but resilience far from shattered...

Then i mustered my first jab..
aimed straight at the temples..
a mastered duck met could sometimes be a crab..
headless to my combos..swish dodgy ensembles..

Get into the corner...
who? me? the ...

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Sans Kania!

Who turned out the lights?
Whose bellowing rants faded out the desolate cries?
Who impeded my sights?
Making my bright vision a bleak mirage.
Who encroached on our dignity?
Feasting on our widows’ mites with grave impunity
Who stuck out his chest and volunteered to spearhead the quest for the conquest of our domineering thirst?
Bundling up our senses in deceit and looting our already half empty peasant chests.
Who promised to raise infimiries? , and for our offspring nurseries and p

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