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