Sidebar pt.4

Slowly the door opens…

and the glare from the hallway daubs my face,

A figure appears…

lingering at the doorway as if contemplating its actions; pace by pace.

My first impulses are to run…

instead I clench my sheets and close my eyes in fear,

“Happy Thoughts, Happy Thoughts”

I silently chant as the “unknown” grew near.

My heart pumped, sweat dripped...

I swallowed so hard I almost choked,

It pulled away my sheet and spoke....

"Olsfred its 9 o'clock! Time to get up
You’re late for work!"

Olsfred James 2013©

Rose

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There is no pleasing you.

Between these lines

There is no giving you satisfaction

With all these lies

No, getting over me now that you’ve let me in

No, am sorry for the pain once we begin

So do what you want too

Do what you must

How would he react

Should he find out?

How would you react

If I walked out?

Does he still see the innocence in your eyes?

Does he still raise the goose bumps on your thighs?

So if it’s easier, think of me

Then let him caress your body

If it’s easier, think of me

Then let him kiss you softly

Let him call you his own,

If it’s easier, think of me

Fake it if you’re both alone

If it’s easier, think of me.

The remnants of this affair will always remain

So tell him you love him

Say it and mean it

But we both know it’s in vain

Sunrise to sunset wear that smile

Mask that pain

Wait for that moment

Until you finally see me again

Olsfred James 2013©

Contagious

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Contagious
That is my design
Infected when injected 
As I pill these sinister rhymes
The gangrene

Unseen 
Apt for your necrosis
First stage dormant
Hidden diagnosis 

Like a dose of crazy  

My words have created a twisted baby  
Hatred, it saved thee  
Know no other, homunculi maybe  
Must seek clarity 
A tale sealed away in the anatomy  
Prepare your mind  
As these words become dystrophy

The audacity of these metaphors
Spreading its way into these lines
Reproducing increasingly 
An Egyptian plague of our times
Grievous 
These devious words it gives us
Knocking at the cranium with something mysterious
Please come out and play
Let’s do something mischievous 

Hear these voices talking back  

True illness   
They praised me  
Now the blood desire fuels me

The beast within  
Now compelled to sin 
Overwhelming desires  
Released as I breathe it in

Meta human; superhuman 
I've failed the gene therapy
Born like this
Element undefined in chemistry

Addressed me as a menace   

A complicated crime  
Masterpiece of destruction   
Swiveling through your rhymes 

Contagion, taking over your minds.

Olsfred James & Mikhail Simmons 2013©

Faust

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-snippet #1-

Slowly the door opens. 
The light from the doorway creeps across the floor as the screech from the rusty hinge creates an echo through the dilapidated hallway.
THUMP!
My helpless body falls to the floor shaking the very foundation of my resting place.
As my eyes flutter, I cope to sit up as I furiously struggle to slow the gush of blood from my abdomen. 
The stump of footsteps striking the floor signals me to take cover.
“There’s nowhere to run” a voice grumbles. 
The added grunts sends a frightening chill down my spine.
“Fuck you! Kill me already” I managed to reply as a draught of blood spills from my mouth. 
Testament to the extent of my wound.
From behind the door, a shadowy figure makes its way into the room. 
Its heavy feet shakes the group with each lazy step towards me. 
There was nowhere to run. I was cornered. 
The sunlight behind it blinded me as it stood there. 
I could not see a face… its face. 
Aware that I was helpless I assumed he’d imagine how he would end what he started. 
My heartbeat raced a dozen miles a minute.
A horrible scream pierces my ears as this adversary projects from all fours launching into attack.
Finally, an image.
My final thought, as my vision fades and my fate is sealed.

Sweat drips from my brow. 
Frantically I pant, gasping for air; desperate to ease the race of my heart. 
The beats are in sync with the visions flashing through my mind. 
A dream? 
No. A memory. 
The howling wind sends shivers down my spine as I realize my sweat soaked shirt is now glued to my chest.
The moon seems to taunt me as it slyly gazes down at me. 
I don’t remember much of my life nor can I recall how the world got to this point but I do know for sure that I was dead. 
If you ask me, the whole thing is not all it's cracked up to be especially since being alive now makes me feel rejected… like perishable goods. 
Neither heaven nor hell wanted me.

Olsfred James 2013©