Vailiant but Craven within

Upon cold frigid weather when earth wore frozen crystal

Cardigan; and snows adorned trees – when

Life sought haven – warmth

When tree became desolate and sky knew no bird

When stars could not endure the frost of hostile sky; leaving behind

The moon to day the arctic night

In dumb and frozen darkness

I climbed mountains!

In hot torrid weather when earth wore boiling steam

Sudor; and trees gaze their baking leaves – when

Life sought haven – shade

When crops for thirst die and soil knew no weed

When sun emits burning rays from enraged sky; making oven

Atmosphere to roast the sizzling day

In silent and scorching sunlight

I roved desert!

Have wondered seas that beget oceans

The nibble of sharks taste better than whale

I survived both!

Have survived battles that defeated knights

Fought and conquered titans – the same

Gladiators that crushed formidable warriors

Have wrestled lions; their den

I pitched my tent!

Have soared beyond altitudes eagles fear to attain

I came across the fury of death

My strength dwindled not a little

Have fought my own freedom

I fought many; won all but one

The same many failed to win – the smallest of all

Between good and bad; the combat in all souls

That rekindles daily; beneath!

Poem by: OLA OGUN

I am

Am the strayed prince of an obscure king; the

Immortal descent of men trailing opposing pathways.

The pennant of self-potency – aptitude 

For triumph against all with none

Am the victim of atrocious appellation – 

The same you labelled all singing from disparate hymnbooks.

I am the fealty advocate of faith; audacity in forte that rest beneath.

Am the erudite oracle whose prophecy always in competition with dogma – tic doctrines, those of perdition and ecstasy.

I am of the few survivors of hallucinated mirages, 

Inflated illusions – scribbled on augmented delusive albums; 

Clouded by pious blasphemies.

Am the obstinate foe, the poor target of inductive darts;

Pierced to net credulous souls. I am the veracity hunter, 

Whose quest led to stray but not astray.

I am the draftsman, architecting his own karma; 

The artist sketching the lines of owns existence – 

Of history, present and future. 

I am..

the playwright – not alone the actor

the driver – not alone the passenger

the captain – not alone the crew

the designer – not alone the design; I am –

The mortician, 

Inventing the taste his grave would smear.

I am and always be 

Poem by: OLA OGUN