I Dont Know My Self Poem by Emmanuel Odum

I'm i one of his prodigy?
yes, the great lord zeus
the many chess of his hand
picks at wish from archives of life
toose and twist a comic fate
whatt is next? you dont think
with his nails he taps the neck
And he flips a new page.

Was i created vigorously?
from his thoughts and blessed views
to be a soldier in his band
or take a chance with a knife
sure, God has a golden plate
the earth of many stink
search and plead the holy peck
to stand the turning stage

I'm i under blue soggy
the notions from reincarnation stews
a solo ancestral strand
take the left of totem wife
or lease a land of acient trait?
my jaws are turning pink
at the night the ghost will check
blowing dramas in a cage.

If i live my philosophy
standing seperate from the pews
to trust my passion wand
knowing well i ought to strive
with all worries on my pate
marching hard upon each kink
smilling hard or showing heck
taking steps on wisdom guage.