Impasse

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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© 

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©

Goddess

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The hues of her beauty…
Were indefinite,
Reflecting a kaleidoscope of brilliance
Awakening divine coalesce
Liberating pathways to other dimensions
Yet…
This only concealed the true spectrum
Of this goddess' power.

Scantily attired in her satin dress.
Knitted to perfection
With remains from broken hearts
Threaded inseam.
The fabric drenched red
From mangled arteries
Her intentions were clear
As she sieged the comfort of my bed

Trapped.
Cornered by the flames
Of her insatiable desire
She vowed to burn me asunder
Vowed to devour me whole
Rid me of my inhibitions
With the fervor of her power
My pleads burned to ash
Embers drifting to nothingness.
Her words ablaze with passion
Hid the truth of my ruin.
She tempted ravenous rapture
But admitted nothing of oblivion
As she sought to conquer my lust
And lay me to rest.

She toyed at my emotions
Jeering on with her seduction
Tempting my desire
But I knew
This goddess
This symbol of beauty
She, would be the death of me.
Ceremoniously amongst the lily white petals
Withering away as the sun faded
She would lay my head
Gently at the heels of jagged rocks
With a kiss from her blood stained lips
Forever branding my life as her own.

Olsfred James 2015©

Mermaid

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Pieces

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Until that dying day

When the last breath has expired

Escaping from collapsed lungs

Whisked away to dance once more in the breeze

When this body returns to the dust

Reeking in a pit of decay

Wasting away with the memories of yesteryear

A prisoner to your love I will forever remain.

Olsfred James 2015©