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Thomas King Jan 2018
Listen closely
As I breathe words of desire
Into your eager awaiting ears
And fill your head with visions of lust

Focus on my eyes
As I transcend love and truth into your being
While I taste your moist lips
And savor the aftertaste of your wanting

Lean towards me
As I slowly inhale your essence
While my soul feeds your hunger
And we devour one another's desires

Touch my skin
As the heat from our fevered passion
Ignites the sultry air around us
And we burn like white hot embers
In a bed of our fiery pleasures
Thomas King Jan 2018
Love hast now faded
In its place
Hate is traded

Death to lights spark
Now a heart
lonely and dark

From this now dark place
Dost thy torment embrace

Forsaken and now forgotten
Thy love withered and rotten

Darkness dost now rule
Thy hatred
unbearable and cruel

But fear not
thy blinded treachery

From loves grave
I pardon thee.
Thomas King Dec 2017
The blackness;
Thick and oppressive,
Cold and void of all that is pure and clean.

Like a horrid gaping maw
hungry and ready to devour  
Even the dimmest of light
Shining within us.

Sinister and malevolent
As it washes over and slowly swallows the light
That illuminates all that is righteous and true.

Poisonous and vile,  
Permeating and festering
As if born in the bowels of evil itself,  
Hollow cries of abhorrence and loathing
Echo lost within the ebony abyss.

Dark madness
Oozing and *******
Even the slightest of openings made available
By the tiniest breaks in ones emotional defenses,
And infecting all it touches like the plague.

Like a sordid petulant Fein
Stalking its victim,
Ready to pounce at any sign of weakness
And taking control of our sense of reason and sanity,

Feeding off our own insecurities and doubts,  
And turning us into emotional slaves
To the dark force called jealousy.
Thomas King Dec 2017
Asleep
But conscious within my dream state
I travel through the spectral doorway
Into a world where only a being
Of your divine substance can exist

As I enter your heavenly domain,
I don my wings and gently ascend
Into the brilliantly colored sky
High above the velvety swirling mists
That carpets the depths of your reality

Seeking the soft glow
Of the life force that emanates
From deep within the nucleus of your soul

Like a beacon
Your loving light guides me
Straight to your awaiting arms
And gently you absorb me
Into your primordial existence
And I am given new life
Within your beautiful dreams
Thomas King Dec 2017
Passionate kisses
Fall upon my hungry lips
As loving hands
Caress my cheeks

Knowing eyes
Look deep into my soul
Searching for my innocence
That wanders lost and starving
Inside my darkness

Soothing words
Call forth restrained emotions
Locked deep within the ravenous confines
Of my loneliness

The sweet aroma of your passion
Wafts gently into my nose
And fills my head with the promise
Of your delectable sustenance

Do I break my fast
And ingest your delicious promises
That entices my hungry senses?

Do I let my love starved innocents
Be found by your searching eyes?

Shall I follow those soothing words
Straight to the rapturous bounty
That is your love?

Shall I trust those loving hands
And take hold
To be pulled from the dark depths
Of my loneliness and emotional famine?

Am I ready to feast
Upon the sumptuous banquet you offer,
Or has my appetite been lost forever?

I think I will just taste your passionate kisses
And let my heart decide
How hungry it really is.
Thomas King Dec 2017
A kaleidoscope of disturbing
And enigmatic images
Flash now before my mind’s eye

A cerebral menagerie
Painted from long forgotten memories
That were tucked secretly away
In the back corner of my mental studio
That are now being displayed
In my mind's personal gallery

Shocking reminders of youth;
On blood red canvases
Depicting moments of cruelty and neglect

Abstract images of confusion and loneliness
And various black and white portraits
Of heartache and pain
Now arranged in a horrific collage
Of misery before me

An unscheduled showing
To remind me of what I fought so hard to forget
And put behind me.

But as I reflect
And now admire the perplexing
And unsettling collection laid out before me
I realize how I have successfully erased my past

And have painted a new life
Full of beautiful lines and brilliant colors
And find comfort as I now let my wonderful life
Reflect the art my heart now produces.
Prose
Thomas King Dec 2017
Broken pieces of our shattered lives
are packed away and forgotten
like unwanted items in the attic.

Hidden inside a box that holds the crushed dreams
and un-kept promises of more hopeful times.

Near the torn bag of trust and the other miscellaneous emotions
which once held meaning in our lives.

How convenient to hideaway our mistakes and bad choices
or to stow away the things that once gave us joy,
but now only collect dust on a shelf.

We live by the rule out of sight out of mind,
more willing to discard than retain,
easier to forget than to feel pain.

Only to one day realize
there is no more room to store those unwanted memories
and we are force to go through them and remind ourselves
of who we once were.
Prose
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