delalorm fiaka Poems
|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|
|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|
|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|
|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|
|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 it..life could sometimes be a crab..
headless to my combos..swish dodgy ensembles..
Get into the corner...
who? me? the ...
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,