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Thomas King Dec 2017
Tattered and torn are my clothes
Unshaven and unclean
Weathered and faded is the sign that I carry
But to many I remain unseen

My only remaining friends
Are the voices in my head
Distorting my concept of reality
Sometimes I wish I were dead


Standing on the corner
Self-worth shattered and broken
Heads turn away in disgust
Their voice of inhumanity
To themselves already spoken

Transient, beggar
Homeless and troll
Just a few names I’ve been given
In truth
I’m just another of humanities
Forgotten lost souls
Mans inhumanity to man
Thomas King Dec 2017
I asked a question
Onto the night
How is it love
Has not found me today?

Alas the night did answer
My question of love
And these are the words
Onto me it did say

If you open your eyes
And heart you will find
You have walked right by it
And left it behind

Love does not seek
Or make an effort to find
Or even to reveal it self
To eyes that are blind….
Thomas King Dec 2017
Rushing and speeding
Our lives seem fleeting
Not caring who we run down
In the process of time cheating

Anxious to get
From one minute to another
Not a moment to spare
Or to take time for one another

Hurrying and shoving
No time to waste
Not even for love
Due to our relentless pace

Pushing and running
Towards the ends of our lives
But complaining in turn
About how our time flies
Thomas King Dec 2017
Evil abound in the dark night air
The watcher is waiting
As you feel its blood thirsty stare

Sweat starts to form
On your brow and your cheek
As fear grabs your voice
So you cannot even speak

Icy fingers of terror
Run down your neck to your back
As you nervously anticipate
The demons vicious attack

Palm to your chest
You feel your heart race
As the blood starts to slowly
Drain from your face

White as if paper
Ashen colored with fright
As you imagine the unbearably
Painful first bite

Fear in your heart
And tears in your eyes
As you try to be brave
And await its surprise

It steps from the shadows
And into full view
The hideous evil
That was waiting for you

With the light you now see
A form and its shape
Wondering what’s in store
And wanting death over ****

But to your relief
Through tearful eyes you now see
It’s not evil or hateful
As you believed it to be

It stands in the light
Unthreatening and at ease
Not wanting to harm
But only to please

The wings on its back
Are now spread wide and of white
That shines with a pleasing
Soft gleaming light

Its features so beautiful
And wondrous to see
Your fear and the terror
Are suddenly set free

For this is not a creature
Of death, evil or hate
But a loving blessed angel
From heavens front gate

In that moment it was clear
All your life you did waste
For fearing the unknown
And judging in haste
Thomas King Dec 2017
I put my quill to parchment
And like a gaping wound
My heart spills my pain upon it

Like crimson tears
The words Drip onto the pale yellow page
Soaking it with emotions so profound
My hand struggles to write

A release of my soul
Now permanently stained
In bold italics across the tattered sheet

A bitter sweet ode to my demons
Another metaphysical analogy of life
No longer wanted

Another useless attempt at salvation
A long overdue goodbye
That no one will ever read

Until they finally find me
Hanging in the closet
Amongst the other skeletons
I have unwittingly collected

And can no longer tolerate
Nor live with
Or most important of all
Hide from myself
Thomas King Dec 2017
The Angel of Darkness
Hovers close overhead
I can feel his evil stare
Like an impending dread

Dark and foreboding
With fiery eyes
That can pierce a weaker man's heart
And fill it with lies

I feel the heat of his gaze
And smell the stench of his breath
Full of hatred and malevolence
And the promise of death

He patiently waits
To claim my soul as his own
And force me to pay homage
And bow to his throne

An eternity of suffering
Is promised to me
If I weaken my defenses
And allow this to be

But my heart is made pure
Because I pray to the light
And live a clean life
And try to do right

To this wondrous light,
I give devotion and love
And in return I am protected
From the darkness above

But sometimes the light can get hot
And burn like the sun
And trying to be perfect
Is sometimes not very fun

So on those bright days
I let my veneration fade
And seek out the darkness’ shadow
For just a little bit of shade
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