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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Kings? Or Pins?

Steadily it crept from the helm...
And seeped unabated down the arteries to the heart of our very existence
A thumb stuck out, a tongue run riot...
The incandescence of our moral bulb faded slowly, the once illuminating crescent now shone so dimly..
Perhaps they were right, when the labelled our tenements as dark
With just whispers and gasps we will lose the fight...then our sordid temparement would be striped stark
An industrious course we did chart,

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