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Sunday 29 November 2015

Alto


Let us walk
In fields of wild reverie
To find clarity
In the meadow of loves blossom.
Let us whisk away
On fanciful musings
On times before time
Before uncertainty clots the mind
When doubt festers
Draining you of promise
From needless limitations
Or finite possibilities
Where we are judged not by man
Nor confined to their expectations
Let tomorrow's untold
Of unyielding grace
Flourish with tranquil dreams
Washing our desires anew
Inciting ceaseless inspiration
To ignorant minds
Blind to the beauty
Of their self-imposed boundaries
Let us be delighted in fruition
Of visionary charm
As we wander 
Hand in hand
Forever.



Olsfred James 2015©

Sunday 22 November 2015

Sober


I'm sober.
The impeding effects have worn
The vertigo-esque ailment has subsided
And as I lay her with the smell of you lingering
I am unequivocally certain… 
I do not want you... 
Any less.
Any less since…
The first time my eyes found comfort in your beauty
Our convergence was met with mutual desire
Since the butterflies nested at my core
Trailing tales of goose bumps along my arm
Since our embrace was alchemy of its own
The friction of our hearts as our bodies collide.
Yes… I'm sober.
And I do not want you…
Any less.


Olsfred James 2015©

Impasse

Slowly
As the anguish
Of the knife borrows deeper
Piercing flesh
And contracting muscles
Bent on resisting
The already inevitable outcome
The body irrevocably spasms.
The pain rushes forth
Unabated
And relentless
The ripple effect is crippling
The intended screams
Quickly muffled
Between taste of leather
And metal.
The eyes flutter
Shock ridden pupils sink
Ebbing closer to the darkness
Without resistance.
There was no fight remaining
As the steel slowly leaves the spin
And the light fades to black
The body topples over
Drowning in a pool of its own blood.

 Olsfred James 2015©