Planetary

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As our worlds align
Time stops
Holds its breath
And grants a glimpse of forever
In the wake of your presence.
I witness your beauty in all its grace 
The depths of your seas
The highs and lows of your terrain
Suspended in time
Coated in wool.
Powerless to our attraction
The stars dim in jealousy from our union
Fading into the blackness
As we take center stage
The universe revolves around us. 
Until,
Time rouses, stretches and yawns
Beckoning me, ebbing me on
Resuming our course to collision.
There's a magnetic force in your pull
Shifts me from my axis with intensity
Incomprehensible even by dreams.
Crumbling with your embrace
The destruction; our destruction
Extinguishes all traces of life
Extinction level event
As we implode
And explode
Until all that is left… is dust.

Olsfred James 2016©

Ghost

I finally got an chance to talk shop with one of my favorite Instagram Poets, @breath_words_ and grab the opportunity to do a bit of writing with her. Check out our collab below:

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I am that whisper

that floats through the air,

the memories

that creep up on you,

taunting,

haunting,

calling your name

I am the lingering feeling

that presses

against your skin,

a chill in your veins

that you can't describe,

that you fear

I am the ghost

that lurks

in all those shadows

your darkness has spun.

A recluse to my fears

This ghastly figment has won

Taunted

By creaking floorboards

Haunted

By eerie chatter

Tortured 

By this semblance

Aimlessly looming

Aimlessly passing time

Starving for my attention

Benign through requiem

Suffer me now

A final perfect embrace

Choking on stale air

As I drown 

In your hollow eyes

And become one

With the dead.

Ashley & Olsfred 2016©

For more good reads check out https://breathwords.wordpress.com/

Violets

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Slow,
Graceful,
Irresistible was this dance
Our bodies in rhythm
Uncertain of who lead
Uncertain of who followed
Dreamily in each other’s eyes we resigned
Tangled in arms.
She wore her love
As a layer of skin
I flayed with utmost precision
Gracious for the honor 
Careful to keep intact
The preservation of this work of art.
Our souls intertwined
Between lust-filled kisses
Tasting of the sensuality
Stoked by desire
Her tongue knew of tales
She expressed only to my body
My fingers composed a symphony
Of delicate strokes
Upon her ample breast.
Her needs laid barren
Dry and desperate
Thirsty, for my release.

Olsfred James 2016©

Muse

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He twiddled the pen between his fingers
Sifting through the many incomplete thoughts looming
He'd scribble scraps of words unto the page
Desperate to crack his own code.
Desperate to decipher the meaning of his minds intent and focus on the true meaning behind his words
Only the coherent fragments win a space in this page
Yet unanswered questions still linger
And he is no more or less understood
Than he was at the beginning of this line
The lonely muse whispers
Summoning for his attention
Enticing was her allure
Tempting though was she
Could it break him free
From raptured unrest
As he profusely knotted fragmented thoughts.
Words danced and played
Along these pages
Each contorted movement
Deliberate in its attempt
Back and forth 
A fixated contemplation
It flows effortlessly - these lines dedicated to her.
Binding reality with fantasy in honor of her name
In response to her call.

Olsfred James & Gloreen Lake 2016©

For more brilliant writings from Glo, you can visit her blog http://jusgloglo.blogspot.com/

Testing

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Disseminated brain matter

Splatter

All over this page in crimson ink

And while I think

My fingers let it be

Creating fragments of a world

That exists inside me

And my journey doesn't stop

With a punctuated ink blotch

Because my imagination has wings

And it's gonna

Fly like an eagle

Over the mountains

Over the seas

As this poetic spirit carries me

Ever persistent

In this instant

To be felt and not resisted

These words provide existence

Pen and paper provide assistance

As I…

Travel the depths of the chasm

I've realized that this soul hasn't

Tasted the bliss

Of realities kiss

Thinking that this mirage called life

Is the only version there is

Stuck in a sandbox

With no one to play with

Pen and paper became the only way to relate

These temporary moments

Leaving permanent scars

Surrounded by all these people

Yet unknown each of you are

I've never felt more alone.

I've never felt more at home

Blessed by the presence

Of the creatively insane

Each with the same art form

Flowing through our veins.

Each one an author of their own pain.

Olsfred James 2016©

Travels

Instagram has many talented writers from all over the world and my newest friend @Aura_Bennett happens to be one of them. Check out our collab below:

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Take me there
Between the carved spaces of places
These pages have to offer.
Away from these mundane surroundings 
Reciting tales I've known forever
My soul yearns for more
To be fed the words I read
Sustenance in new horizons, stretching longingly,
Waiting to be discovered
Hidden gems of this
Blue marble in wait to be uncovered.
Sate me in the kiss of morning
Afoot the enduring allure of the Himalayas
Smother me with the garnered culture of India
Allow me to bask in the colors of beauty
Plastered about the cities lost in time
Forever vibrant to the touch
To then unfurl in the blossom of the Amazon
While serenaded between the winding corridors and canals of uncharted depths.

Take me there

Take me to dwell between the blanched snow of Mount Fuji,

leaving mere footprints of the journey to the shades of my existence

Let me be soothed by the cotton waters of Lake Hilliers,

my senses enriched by the smell of colors as rosy as cheeks

Allow me to taste the colors of the rainbow in the Tulip Fields of Netherlands,

awaken my tongue to the variance of their broad being

Permit me to bathe my sight in the vividness of the Cano Cristales River,

open up a new world to me, 

arouse my eyes into which world you dwell

I would love to say I'm on a conquest to color the world with my travelling desire,

but I would much rather have the world color me.

Olsfred James and Aura Bennett 2016©