Nocturnal

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2 a.m.
Cornered by insomnia
Warped in a blur of thoughts
Blanketed by the permeating darkness
And the echoes of silence
Surrounding me.
Reluctantly I surrender to your call
Laboriously dictating
The incessant voices in my head
Each a force of their own
Anxious to be heard.
I'm already stretched beyond my means
Elongated beyond recognition
As these cursed letters
Eager to take shape
Spiral from my fingers.
Heavy on my head
Is the weight of my heart
As the night fades
With pace of the rising sun.
…so…lac….e…
… i…s…
… fou… nd…
6 a.m.

Olsfred James 2015©

Prism

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The holes in the fabric of our existence

Is a daunting reality

Heavy on my head as it plagues my beliefs
Perpetuated by the weight of wonder
On what the uncanny may hold

The uncanny of the meaning of life

The benightedness of death

The purpose of existing.
The possibility that everything…

Everything every told

Everything ever read

Even the notion of salvation

And the truths of our reality…

Is a lie.

The instability in the foundation of our origin

Poses questions of authenticity

Am I who they say I am?

Or am I what I claim to be?
Science vs. Religion
Bill Nighy vs. Ken Ham
Ceaseless ideologies built on unsubstantiated faith

Sends chills down my spine

The black and grays of the many "what ifs"
Only to be brushed off by "whatevers"

For failure to collate answers

Of conflicting theories surrounding me

Yet I've accepted the grand scheme of things
Accepted that it is bigger than me
Because I too, am just a speck of dust in the galaxy

Yet my thirst for knowledge will not be quenched

By the hypothesis of men

Or the writings the claimed were not of them.

Olsfred James 2015©

Petals

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Dancing petals
In the summer's eve
Sway to their hearts content.
With rhythmic patterns
Basking in breath
Of freedom's solace 
A kiss of June's embrace
Interprets self-indulgence.
Judgment devoid
Of this character untamed 
As glistening rays
Reflect their radiance
Cleansed in the beauty of the day
Inherently alluring
Gracefully refined
Etched forever in memory
Gingerly encased in time.

Olsfred James 2015©