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Punkish pic of me during my taboo youth as told in my intrepid autobiography during the ages of 16-18; specifically, this poetically-forged book is called: TRANSCENDING TWILIGHT: ANGELS ECLIPSE VAMPIRES; moreover, 200 pages of pulsating prose and vociferous poetry, taking place in the bastardly bucolic/Dirty South of Little Rock, Arkansas during the Republican years of 1988-1989. Verily, here is a rap-like description of this superlative tale, it smoothly offering a passionate reverie of personally-experienced teen angst--like this:
Not the PUSSAFICATION of vampires as crafted for Tweens,
Yet sonic youth filled with friends and fiends;
Alas, meet Mark David King and his gallantly gorgeous girlfriend--
The twosome trouble as teen romance does tend;
Indeed, King diagnosed as psychotic and wasted,
Ingesting sour mash and secret substances that are by rock stars tasted;
Anyway, King has behemoth visions of arch-angelic machines,
Waking him in-and-out of violent-filled dreams;
Plus, his girlfriend puts a gash deep in his favorite blue jeans,
Cutting his penis by way of cocaine's toxic means.
Truly, she gives him the shame of crabs, and he knocks her down;
Alas, it's not a love triangle, but a love octagon that does frown--
There is much oral copulation and ascetic-laced prayers
As King wends mystic and visits narcotic lairs,
Doing LSD while friends try to kill,
Wanting his girlfriend's time to better than him thrill;
Hence, the pretender, King finds an imagined Gabriel as he sourly mourns,
Stolen into a state bizarre--escapes the thorns,
Yet the pseudo-arch-angel can only gurgle robotic sound,
And King is too wasted to be by wisdom crowned;
Alas, he fights with his girlfriend on her 16th birthday,
And on Christmas Eve--his best friend does she lay.
But the magnanimous metaphor contained within--
Is synergy with God and our souls dodging sin,
Running away from brats and haters,
Knowing the Ultimate Lie is a truth that fuels the fakers.
Too, there is Bob, known as the "Mad Shitter",
Defecating in a friend's parents' sink cause he is an ostentatious kidder;
Indeed, Bob is a devilish demon or so truly possessed,
Having jeered King's sanity concerning his (King's) girlfriend hexed;
Still, King has an opulent crush on his cheating girlfriend,
Though she's stupefied by others and their lies that tend,
Which make love to her angelic and elegant frame
Further driving the bravado of King insane--
They treat each other like total shit,
Though he is loyal, never touching another tit.
All in all--it's teen angst with the razor's edge,
Transcending the Tweens that Twilight does pledge
To ensnare with a milk and cookies kind of simplicity,
While King's epic poem reminds of prostate cancer forcing a bee-stinging pee,
Burning the brain and scorching the ghost,
Sending the reader further to a hellacious moat;
However, Gabriel is sublimity and so tangibly there,
Thieving King away from suicidal despair--
All in all time does heal
The scars of youth that have no appeal
To an older man humble and sick,
Knowing at one time he was a grand old prick,
For while others may taint and besmirch your life--
It doesn't mean you should craft them strife,
But offer God's love and Christ's pure glam,
Ruling over pride, morphing into a better man.
- fini -
Like I said: Now available on Apple iTunes. Too, check out all my books on Amazon.Com and Barnes and Noble.Com; plus, all Internet Bookstores. Here's a link to my Amazon.Com Author's page, and I adore and love all my readers, especially those in England who really appreciated my torrid tale dubbed: WEREWOLF SLUT, an uncouth title with sublimity at its very core--I hope. So, here's the link, thanks . . .Mark David King's Books
