The Art of Imagination

The troubles that are found in between the lines of words written are the false notions that fantasy can become reality. Some fanatical idea, or a dream of some sort, is hoped to be the real life experience for either the writer or the audience. There are different levels of fantasy; some deal with wealth, others reach perfect endings, and the rest seem to give hope for a love that reveals a constant happiness.

Let these words deal with constant happiness, providing the fantasy that is so great, it will give birth to a better reality. Imagine; closed eyes, ears full of sounds that fill the room, and hands free with the ready ability to feel the textures of mother earth. Free the mind, now imagine...

...continuous highs that grow higher and higher. No heartbreaks, or conflicts with characters which poses an antagonist and protagonist; rather know constant scenes of starlit nights on roof tops with poetic verses flowing out of the mouths of two lovers that grow in love by the second.

Now feel rain falling from the sky and the steam of lovemaking, and listen to the sounds of repeated orgasms that follow tears falling from the eyes of someone beautiful.

It shall be enjoyed by the masses that experience such dazzling artistry, and the imagination shall replace reality with these fantasies. The actual world lived in can be over taken by the power of the imagination, may such art be experienced in lives that suffer living in this world.

Poke me!

One day I made you laugh and you poked me.

So sexy, was the poke, but I don't believe that you understand the implications of your touch. You do not need to caress my body in some fancy way, not even rub my arm or feel my chest. No, just a slight poke, as if to push an on/off button.

But I forced myself to hide my attraction, my want to prey upon your body. If only you had known my thoughts, my desires to have you raw in all your rawness.

Now, I question. Should I give you my mind and knowledge of my thoughts? Would you appreciate my desires, or would you simply discredit them?

All of this comes from just a poke. The act of the edge of your finger touching the rim of my shoulder.

I wonder exactly what will happen when you touch me with your entire hand ...

I Wish

I wish I may see you; hug you , kiss you, touch you, feel you. If, with my right hand, I may run my fingers through your hair, feel your cheek in my palm; and with the left, lock my fingers with yours, I will find peace with the world. Since I am stuck without the possibility of holding you, I will grip my pen in hopes that you may understand my longing. When my pen conveys the emotions of my heart, you will feel my affection, as you run your fingers across the ink on the page. Know my admiration from the strategic pattern in which these words are placed. Believe in the power of your beauty, for I have become weak without its presence. My eyes have gone too long without the site of such perfection. God's magnificence is shown in your face, but your spirit is His testimony. Pity my emotion, give yourself to me in all, allow me the satisfaction of your admiration; if not out of true affection, please do so out of pity. I only wish to be with you.

After Death

My dear sweetheart, you possess a beauty that is worth more than this life can offer; I am left speechless as we stand here this way. I am amazed at how one may adore another while feeling the pains of the life we live. Though tears fall and rain drops, suns shine when your face is on the scene, and joy is prevalent. You have created a contradiction that has left me in knots trying to figure it out; how I may feel happiness and dreadfulness within the same breath. So if I may love you as I do in this present life, how much better would it be after death? After we rid ourselves of the troubles that come from tornadoes and hurricanes, and focus solely on our love for each other may heaven give us this joy. Only if God may condone this notion and send us to an early retirement will we be able to rest in the peace of love. I only hope now to enjoy death and your love.

Sweet Verse

May I inject love into you and cure your heart? Will you at least give me that opportunity, to see your eternal happiness? But if I stand unworthy of such a great gesture, then may someone of more noble stature fill your heart with ease. I want nothing more than to see and experience your complete satisfaction. So if I were able to sing, let me sing the notes that touch your soul. If I were to dance, let me move in such a way that captivates your interest. Yet if I were to write, let my words weigh heavy on your heart and brighten your emotions. I would call this romantic, but are these actions of romance? Would it be more romantic if I catered to all of your needs and supplied all of your wants? No matter the definition of romantic, or if there is even a word to describe what I do for you, know that I will be a good and faithful servant to you. May God bless this union, I will be all things for you, so that I may find a thousand ways to please you, another thousand ways to touch you, and a million ways to love who you are to me.

Beauty?

I am a man, not God. So I have no authority of any kind of judgment, which means I may give no credible explanation of what beauty is. Even though it may teeter the line of blasphemy, I will make an honest attempt. But my effort will not exceed that of a man picking up a feather, for I experience beauty daily. I have become lost in trails of where beauty takes me, I have cried at the absence of beauty, and have held the warmth and tenderness of that what is beautiful. If I may be the Beholder and granted the power of the Creator, I would create duplicates of what you are. Your beauty is that of perfection; great than the sounds of Mozart, and more outstanding than the sight of works done by Angelo. Your beauty I love; love with all of my heart and soul and mind.

To Thee

To thee whom may be privileged with the gift of my love. I must confess my lack of arrogance when I convey that statement. I do not see my love being any better or worse than any other man; but because it is indeed "my love", I cherish it and hold dear to my emotions and depths of passion that my love entangles. So I ask that you do the same. Cherish this love that I give to you, rather it be with the most physical intensity or with the softest words. Learn to love my flaws and I will, in turn, adore all of yours. Do not hide all of your special accolades, which I wish to admire; instead allow them to flourish. Please by all means, let the God in you shine brighter than the Eastern sun rise. Allow me the opportunity to experience heaven while I am in your presence. Even though I wish to be the soul occupant of your passion; love your God ten times as much as you love me. I will be honored to take the back seat to He who is all mighty, and I expect you to do the same. Do not try to interfere with the intimacy which is shared between me and my God. I ask that you adore it.

Be Beautiful. In every sense of the word; be "Beautiful". Beautiful in spirit, in ambition, in dress, and in love. If there is anything that I am deeply passionate about; it would be "Beauty". But please do not conform to the popular definition of Beauty, because you will be nothing to me but a mere filthy Barbie doll. As for your ambition; strive for excellence in your field of interest. Ignore me at nights that you must, but balance the passion of your craft and the adoration that you have for me. Dress well. Dress in such a pleasant nature so that I may recognize your beauty, and not lust after your flesh. I do not have to stress the beauty of your love, because I have full confidence that since you are made specifically for me, that you will know how to love in such a beautiful way. But nonetheless, be beautiful in the all that you are. Give me your eyes, your lips, and your hands. I have spoken once before of the power of your hands, in how they lead me to a place where pleasure is an appetizer for more to come. Give me your heart and your soul. Grant me the duty of protecting them from any evil that may fight to destroy them. Do all of this and love me, in return I will give you the love that you have always wished for.

Spoken truth from the heart,

T. L. King

How do I Love you?

My dear Janette Belle, my heart, my soul, my day and my night. Many cannot fathom the intensity of my love for you. I still have yet to be convinced that you can either; but this does not weaken my desire. I cannot imagine the day that will come when I can no longer hold my pen upright. That day a part of us will die because I will no longer be able to record your majestic ways, and your inevitable love. I will no longer have the ability to convey my love for you. You know that I am not good for spoken word; but my pen always seems to put the right phrases together to highlight every minute detail of the delicacy of my love for you.

I love you like I love my Bible. It is told to us that man lives on God's word, implying an extreme need for daily absorption. Well I feel the same for you. I am in dire need for your daily healing, for your kiss heals my broken heart that misses you. I do not want to be condemned for idolatry; for you, if anyone, know that I love my God. But being with you is like being without an arm, leg, lung and heart. You are my flesh. Plus, I see what many refuse to search for, or they just choose to ignore it; but I see the truth in you. I have fallen in love with the God in you; so a life without you is, impossible at best.

I love you with every inkling of passion that God has given me. I love you to the point that nears His line of jealousy. My love for you is so great, that I myself am jealous of how much I love you. I have yet to love myself as much as I do you. For you, "I do".

Delilah

Every morning, for the past thirty mornings, I have awakened to frustration. Even though I was witness to the rise of the purest beauty known to our world, the sun rise could not erase my flustered thoughts of a ruthless demon. I have laughed, cried, held, loved and hated everything about this horrible creature. Delilah, a physical goddess, but a harlot of a women; she has made it her life's work to destroy the hearts of anything with a soul. She surely did capture mine, and I was immediately hypnotized by her ways. Her touch, so soft and soothing, it felt good for the soul. She fed me everything that I needed. We lived a love that was better than love could be, and together we were a beacon of light; or at least I thought.

Delilah is incapable of truly loving another person. She has lived life after life, her reincarnation has allowed her to capture the hearts of men all over the world, and leave them to face an unbearable destruction. Her physical masterpiece blinds the eyes of any honest man. His lust convinces him to fall in love with such an evil lie, and eventually he meets with the intensities of a broken heart.

Delilah is the worst thing any man can come across.

To You

I want to use this entry to thank those that support this blog, for right now it is just an open journal for people to see my work. I thank those who have, just simply by accident, clicked on a link that led them to this page, and read one of the posts. To those who follow religiously and have read every one and given feedback, I am eternally grateful for your hearts and your criticism. To those who I have written to or about, I thank you for being in my life and giving me inspiration to put something on paper. Anyone who reads what I have written, you all are watching me grow as a writer with each post. I thank you all.

Many will be inspired to love after reading whatever it is that I may create. As they love, I will write, and write some more, so that their experience in love can be that much better. So I say to whoever reads these words and is inspired in some kind of way to love, love with all or your heart and give love to those deserving. But I cannot leave you all without sharing something "Beautiful".

John Keats wrote "A thing of Beauty is a joy forever, its loveliness increases; it shall never pass into nothingness". I would guess, since "Beauty is in the eye of the beholder" and my eyes just seem to love everything about you; you, therefore, would be a joy to me forever. This, I can imagine is possible, but I have seen reasons for doubt. Not in you, of course, but in previous situations where beauty was nothing more than the luck of perfectly crafted skin, shape, and smiles. Your beauty, though physically a sight for any pair of eyes, is far deep within the crevice of your heart. Even with my eyes shut I can see how beautiful you are. I must remind you that this is done with complete ease. I see your beauty in every laugh and act of kindness; every second with you is beautiful.

Stay beautiful!

Goodnight

What I would do to tell you "good night". To walk you to your front door, kiss you on the forehead and say "good night". Tuck you in my sheets, hold you, and whisper in your ear "good night". But now I am left alone in a dark room, with only the ability to dream of something that is better than my current reality. I know this though, with everything in me, that right now you lay in a soft and quiet sleep with no disruptions. If you were awake, I would surely lie next to you. Many would call it impossible, but I know different; anything with you is possible. You would think of me, as I am thinking of you and we would dance the night away. But that is not my reality right now, just the fantasy that I have dreamt of, with no one but you.

Why must I lay awake in depression? Why do I not receive the satisfaction of being next to my lover? Have I disappointed the God in heaven, Whom we know makes these decisions? Whatever the reason may be, I still yearn for the opportunity to simply hold your hand. Yes your hand. Your little hand which is nothing bigger than the average reading book, is something very delicate and precious. It gives life to anything worth living and has healed many of my wounds with a single touch. So right now, I pine to hold your hand through an entire "good night".

Today

Good morning my darling, my joy and light. Right now is the greatest moment ever. This very second, perfect in all that it is, makes joy feel so involuntary. With you, smiles just happen, laughter comes with every breath taken, and peace is evident. I do not mind staying here and lying in bed all day with you; staring into your eyes and watching God laugh at my infatuation with his creation. Now turn over, let me run my hands through your hair, massage you, and kiss your back a hundred times. Feel heaven in my hands around every curve, in every wrinkle and beyond each shade of beauty. I enjoy right now, because it is ours. No distractions, no interruptions, and nothing keeping us apart. Together, two bodies in one flesh, and a million reasons to love it all. Let's take all of this moment in, do not worry about yesterday, for it was what it was; and don't worry about tomorrow, for tomorrow has its own problems. Let us dwell in now, and be here and alive in the presence of each other. You are Today. My love. My laugh. Mine.

Tomorrow

Anxious. I cannot sit still in this seat, forced to wait for you, anymore. I have become frustrated with Time, because he will not move out of my way. Time has taken you captive and locked you in a place that I have yet to find. I guess it is safe to say that he has been accompanied by Distance. These two have joined together to throw Pain in my face, but I do not desire her. She is nothing but a failing distraction. I long for you with every moment's breath, wink, and tear. But soon, if only soon were attainable, I will see you again. Beauty will be in my sights again, and I will no longer wish for the satisfaction of being blind. I used to pray for God to take my eyesight; only then, would I not have to deal with seeing everything but you. What else is worth seeing if I may not lay my eyes on you? The grandest waterfall is not grand enough; and the prettiest sunset is nowhere near as pretty. These sceneries are usually appreciated by the rest of the world, but they do nothing for me if you are not in them. So now I search for you, Tomorrow. Yes, Tomorrow; you will finally be in my arms when I find a way to take over Time, and dismiss Distance. Then, only then will I feast on the excellence that you possess. Pain will be barely a fading memory by then, and you will be mine.

For now though, I anxiously wait for tomorrow.

Oh Janette Belle

Where shall I begin this time? Shall I stress the perfection of your beauty or the gravity of your wits? Do you want to know the depths of my affection or the images that brighten my dreams? May I pose this question to you? Is love attainable? May it truly be conquered with the imperfections that we both possess? I would say that my love for you is impossible; something that not even the greatest of men can reach. But why shall I be so fortunate to experience the fullness of your touch and feel? One might catch the same joy from the feel of cotton; for you are the fabric of my life. You are the reason I live, move, and have my being. I wear you on the shoulders of my heart; so that we may never part, no matter where we might be placed physically on this earth.

Many question this infatuation that I have built up for you; it has become kind of impossible for me to understand their questioning. Do they not understand that you are more than life, purer than pure, and the perfect implication of peace? You are every breath that I breathe well, and your absence is nothing less than a nightmare. You define beauty; you are the sweetest verse, and you are the perfect note to the greatest song. You whisper love in this world of hate. What more can a man of my stature ask for? Anything better should only be left for God himself.

I have learned to cope with these days that I cannot physically see you. It isn't that bad now that I can kiss you goodnight; and I see you in the peak of beauty when the sun rises. I cannot be angry with your physical absence because I feel you more and more as the hours pass. Our bond cannot be broken by miles or meters, not even death can do that. My life is in you, for you have absorbed me.

My love for Janette Belle

I have come to the point where I can appreciate what you do to my heart; you make it whole. There is a divinely inspired pleasant feeling that you give me. It is almost like you are God's personal gift to me. It is amazing to me that He would leave me with such beauty. I want you to know how much you mean to me. Second to my Maker, you are my heart's only desire and a world without you isn't a world at all; air without your scent isn't breathable, just dead. I need more exuberant words to define this love that travels through my skin. You might think that is sort of incredible, at least I do. Most people stop loving at the heart, but you make love a full body experience. It can almost be compared to dancing; the amount of emotion put into every move so that each one can be extraordinary. Yes, your love is extraordinary and I will dive into it a million times a day if I could. I would rather spend the good hours of the day with you and the rest of the time dreaming about how beautiful you are. I believe that would make for a very pleasant occasion.

Forever your honorable King

The beauty of Janette Belle

My dear Janette Belle,

There is a beauty about you that is holy, something sort of God like. It appears on the edges of your brow, the peak of your lashes, and the wrinkle of your nose. It stands on your lips and feels as soft as your cheek. You are almost perfect in beauty. I could not ask for anything better; that is if better were ever created for me to have. I feel beauty in your hands when we touch and there is an ease about your body. Your legs advertise greatness and your chest is a mountain of something much more joyful. You are a specimen of pure brilliance, and I love all that you are. I know that I may seem a bit selfish at times, but who can let such a beauty slip through their fingertips and fall into the hands of another. I might die before I see a day without you.

Forever your honorable King

My Dear Janette Belle

It is hard for me to write at all now. My inspiration is lost an I have a feeling that I know where it is; with you. You have absorbed my words, my thoughts, and my feelings. Mine is mine no more, because what is mine is yours. Without you here near me, there is no way for me to express feeling on paper and through words. I try to find inspiration in books and papers written by brilliant masters of our language, but you have given me more than there brilliance ever could. You have given me the ability to feel a love that vibrates through me daily. These vibrations hit my pen and give entertainment to those that care for my work. I must not have much of a talent, because my audience is small and has been that way for a while now. There are no more words, no more stories, and no more fairy tales without you. I await your reply eagerly in the crevice of my bed where hope and faith lie.

Forever your honorable King

Good Morning Janette Belle

Last night was lonely. I spent my hours in a world of imagination. Illustrations of your image filled my view, and Beauty was captured. It was very distant unfortunately. But nonetheless I was pleased with the sight of my heart's closest companion, as I always am. My dreams provided me with much more satisfaction. I felt you next to me. I grabbed for your hand and touched heaven. I looked into your eyes and saw God. Your soul was holy and gave me comfort. I woke up next to you, kissed your forehead, and then you disappeared. You went back to your place of rest. Now I long for the sight of Beauty again. She walks on the corners of my heart.

Forever your honorable King

Brothers

Today I had the privilege of experiencing a day with my little brother, it was beyond beautiful. If someone would have told me a year ago that I would enjoy a day with him, I would have deemed them the world's biggest retard. But today was incredible, it was special. I went to his track meet today and watched him fly though his heats and win two of three races. I was with him as he warmed up for the events and I was there at the finish line yelling his name with all the love in my heart and I know that he could feel it. After his last race he came and gave me a hug and we were happy.

It has taken me a while to learn how to love him or any of my family members. For the longest time I despised all of my family, excluding my mother. But I can really give this one to the Creator. He has planted a love in our hearts that allowed us to experience brotherhood at its purest form. I am truly grateful for that gift God has given me, my little brother, I love him.

Lost letter to my Janette Belle

Every breath taken in your presence is sacred, not one wasted. With each breath I have captured the essence of what you are, I inhale your beauty and sink into your scent. I enjoy our time together and dread the time we endure apart. That horrible and hellish period seems to never end. But when God answers my prayers and you are back in my arms, my heart smiles. I am overwhelmed with the joy of an angel. I guess it is what my love is like for you. My love for you reaches the depths and heights of my soul's light. My world is dark without you, but light reaches me when you are around and I can see beauty again. A beauty that embodies all of what He created, which has been deemed good. A beauty that is inside you, that I enjoy so much. Show me your beauty in words. Let me read the intelligence of your physicality the purity of your soul, and the innocence of your heart. When you write me, let me feel your emotions through the language you present on paper. Let your love show itself in your words, so that my heart may smile again.

Forever your honorable King

A Look Into the Heart

I am a lover of love and passion. I am referred to as the hopeless romantic, but I don't mind. I admire true love and I even long to experience it to the fullest. There is one major problem though, I am extremely impatient. If there were a list printed for ingredients needed to love, patience would be at the top of the list. As a matter of fact, it is. In 1 Corinthians 13:4 the verse begins "Love is Patient". And this is so true. Love is not a thirty minute sprint, a two hour wrestle, or a week vacation. Love is the reward given to those that master the art of patience.

What many must understand is what it means to be patient. Patience is not watching life aimlessly pass by and do nothing about it. It does not mean allowing others the free opportunity to run all over you. Patience is endurance and perseverance. The ability to endure all and the will to persevere through all. The love that we seek is timeless and travels beyond this world that we know. If we are ever going to be able to grab a piece of this "love", we must gain endurance first. This takes practice and cannot be mastered in one or just a few days. Learn to endure the troubles of others around you and your endurance will build. But with endurance must come perseverance. Being able to withstand something does you no good if you do not have the want to push on. Love last through every storm and makes it across every river because it wants to see who is on the other side.

Learn to persevere, gain endurance, become patient and Love the one you are meant to love. Forever.

Beyond the Moves

Tonight I had the privledge of watching a young lady dance her heart away on stage for the judges on the tv series "So You Think You Can Dance". She was beautiful and her dancing was next to brilliant. The only thing that's different or unique about her is her body. She is not the typical size for a dancer and many people have confronted her about her weight. She is definitely a hefty young lady but nonetheless she possesses more beauty than many supermodels. She floated across stage with a golden heart and love filled the room and I felt it from my couch. She has a passion for dance that is incredible and I wish to one day obtain a passion like that for the things that I do in my life. She unfortunately did not make it past the choreography round, but she did an excellent job and I commend her for that. Megan Carter you are an inspiration.

To my dear Janette Belle 2

I cannot cope with the fact that you are not here with me. My soul is lost and searching for your breast to rest on. I see illusions of you around every street corner and inside every grocery store. I cannot go a night without spending time with you in my dreams. We sing, dance, enjoy each other, and love. You are the mere reality of my fantasy. Atleast that's how it used to be; but now that you are gone I'm no longer living, just floating by each day, waiting for the day I see you again. That will be a glorious day, life will be livable and love will be an involuntary and natural act. Until then I will clench your pillow to my chest and remember how you felt against my body.

Forever your honarable King

To my dear Janette Belle

As I have told you before, these times are hard for me. I struggle everyday to function without hearing the soft sound of every breath you take or feel your fingers locked with mine. Even though I hurt during the day, it hits me the most when the sun rests. I begin to remember the nights we used to spend together and reminisce. It is kind of wierd though, because my body has become numb without you. My arms have molded to the shape that your body makes when I hold you; and I dont know what to do now that you aren't here. It is a struggle for me to stand up straight and sit down right. I toss and turn at night because I have become accustomed to you being my teddy bear and my night light. You take away all the bad dreams and the monsters leave us alone because they are so taken by your beauty. It kind of makes me feel proud to be lying next to someone so beautiful, but you humble me and I love you for that. Right now I am missing those times where I get to kiss you good night and then immediately begin to dream about you.

Forever your honorable King