Forecast

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A storm approaches
To reek havoc beyond measure
Masked in smiles
and gestures of endearment
A composed voice
concealing thunder
With sweet lies
and false promises
Calm in the eye
suppressing hurricane force anger
Look on in pity
then soon disbelief
A storm approaches;
do keep your head above the water.

Olsfred James 2015©

Tartarus

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The shallow passage runs deep

Filled with souls; beyond bounds to atone

The air is thick and stifling

Reeking of death and despair.

The hopelessness filling these walls beckons

Whimpering, with tears of lonely anguish as they reach out to you

To answer would to be a fool

Lost are those who wander with their wonder

Doomed to this abyss forever.

A ways off, he approaches

Closer with each row

Steady his pace is

With creaking echoes over the wailing damned

Before long, he docks

Standing at the bow and stretches his hand towards me beggingly

His fingers are rotted

Tattered skin loosely dangles from the bone

Reeking of decay.

Without hesitation I handed him the golden coin.

As he stepped aside

There were no words

There was no hesitation

I made my way aboard the vessel.

Concealed in a ragged cloak

I could not see his face

He made no discernible movements

Head towards the distance

Steering the boat along with every thrust of the oar.

This journey would soon be complete

I sit and await my arrival

Beyond the reach of the living

Beyond the planes of existence

Forgotten in time like whispers in the wind

The final destination for a weary traveler.

 Olsfred James 2015©

Disembroil

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Firm grip to steady my handle
Fixed the nozzle against my temple
No second thoughts
No hesitation
Squeeze.
A quick flash of light cast shadows about the room
Then concealed to the darkness just as quickly
Explode.
Shattering the stillness of night.
I've settled the war within
Once waged on a battlefield of emotions.
Silenced your ever present voice in my head
The catalyst of my confusion
"Thump" is the sound as the pistol hits the floor
Everything goes numb
Everything fades
But there you have it
Plastered against the walls
All the emotions you claimed I never felt
All the things I failed to say
…You're welcome.

Olsfred James 2015©

Goodbye

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Pentimento

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The canvas is smeared

The purity

The perfection

No more.

The tainted splatter

Plastered without reason

Without pattern

Without aim

Random.

Every idea; half-finished

Every thought; incomplete

Inspiration inconsistent

Frustration boils

Eventually overflows.

My preparations amount to zero

This was to be my stamp in history

My Mona Lisa

My Starry Night

Oil on cottonwood

Atmospheric illusionism

Yet each stroke is a countdown to my failure

A countdown until I admit defeat.

The running ink taunts me

Jeering its remarks in silence

Inching further down the boards end

Then permanently dries resembling reproach.

Curse you!

Again I strike the cloth

Then again…

And again…

Each time fueled with anger and self-pity

Again…

And again…

Watching colors unveil

Blending into another

I empty myself with each stroke

Every doubt

All inhibitions

Until somewhere in between

The daub of paint

And mental fatigue

I watch on from my mind’s eye

Escaped from my being

As my hands take over - Doing as they please

Everything I attempted emerges as one

Combining my pain of confusion and disorder.

Until finally

I am satisfied

This is my masterpiece.

Olsfred James 2015©

Sacrifice

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I hope
I survive tonight
when all my fears come to light
nestled in an unhatched cocoon
this world must make me for a fool
Years and Years of child’s play
What is time?
But a singly solitary moment,confined
Shaping space with memories defined
Too premature now,
The words come out and the actions follow
I wish the earth would open and swallow, me
Free me from this mental slavery
let me commit this single act of bravery
There, there I hope I survive the night

I hope
I survive tonight
when all its secrets lies and alibis
Indecent proposals no longer can hide
the silver tongue was my distraction
Stir-crazy from no action
Foolish that this place would, no , could
Forever be my comfort
Confusing the Stockholm of years suffered
Maybe I should offer the last ounce of blood it wants from me
Since my sweat and tears were not of quality
Give an arm as sacrifice
Yet I’ve already done that twice
There, there, I hope I survive the night’

I hope
If I survive tonight
As I take the last stand in this
cataclysmic fight
The sound of war deafens the silence
The cries of terror, give me penance
That I should walk away
That I should contemplate to stay?
Wave the white flag
be the difference
Wipe away the agony from earths existence
Be the reason
That this moment in history
Will be a monument
OF innocent blood shed
Tarnished by the world around it
If i survive tonight
I become the ultimate sacrifice

Gloreen Lake & Olsfred James 2015©

Addict

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Fever pitch

The taste of the air is addictive

The rhythm of the night is electric.

I live for wonders like this.

The frenzy seeps into my being

Releasing pheromones of freedom

Compelling me; mindlessly

Gripped

Siege

No escape

Losing track of space and time

Whirling and swirling to… everything.

I can’t get enough

I’m out of control.

A speeding train of an indescribable attraction

Crashes into me

Coursing like the shot to my veins.

I lose myself to flashing lights

Sporadically illuminating your face.

Enchanting,

The closer we get

The more I am tempted to touch.

It’s different

You’re different

Exotic in your expression

As the kaleidoscope of scenes of what’s to come

Collides with what has gone

Instantly becoming my now

Until everything stops.

Olsfred James 2015©