Flag

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I’ve dusted the white flag

Raised it reluctantly above my head

I surrender

You win.

There is nothing more to say here

Nothing more to explain

I relish the thought of change

I welcome the transformation of its possibilities

But I have fought for as long as I could

I rest my case.

I’ve lost my voice

Lost my will to speak

To say what needs to be said

To rebut with my stance.

My resolve has expired

My lips feel weary

My tongue feels weak

My vocal chords are worn

Seemingly sprung a leak

So the words evaporate

Before I attempt to….

Let’s try something else

Take your ears from the floor

Retire of the murmurs of the passing feet

Listen to understand…

Not to respond

Not to formulate your best retaliation

Not for your chance to speak.

But m lungs seem clanged

Yet I fail to asphyxiate

A fate to easy

I am forced to remain

Reliving my mistakes

As you dare not to ever make me forget. 

Olsfred James 2014©

 

Catalyst

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Torn from life

Sweet sorrows of death

Caught in the undertow

Can’t seem to catch my breath

Signature move

A motive undressed

As the final seal is broken

The beast no longer rest

Unwrapped he becomes

Sad murmurs, his favorite song

While the world crumbles to his feet

His ascension has begun

No more a myth

We now live in its bliss

Trapped in fear

Of the eyes staring back from the abyss

The tale of his horror

Glees in its stare

The uncanny resemblance

Of his reflection is clear

What we all expected

Was never really there

We all have a demon inside us

Who should we really fear?

Olsfred James & Mikhail Simmons 2013©

 

Protagonist

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I am…

Not a fictional character

I was not created with ink and paper.

My conception was not from the mind

I was not envisioned or molded from another

I did not come to being from the mind of a sketch artist

I am much more.

I am...

Unique

The only of my kind

The last of my kind

Past the imagination of what is, what was and meant to be

The embodiment of it all

I am…

Without a coined phrase

Head of the Class, Magna Cum Laude

No literary analysis

But powers and abilities without comprehension

Defender and protector
To catch you when you fall

To save or condemn all

I am...

The acquisition of infliction

From years of affliction

Before Generation Z,

after Generation X,

born in Generation Y

and lost within Generation AO –

I Am Generation Me.

Olsfred James 2013©