Plotinus may pantheistic-like ponder: "The Simpler something is; next, the closer it is to God."
WEREWOLF SLUT, my original TITLE and poem, hijacked by many creatively, though I offer them adoration and love--is a teenage tale concerning Winter Beachgrove, a smok'n hot, adolescent babe blessed with buxom divine, morphing wolf-ways. Only a pre-pubescent poet dubbed Jelly Roll (he appears in most of my poetic novellas) can save her by way of invoking the trans-corporeal presence of God's Enforcer, the Arch-Angel, Saint Michael. A simple, simple, holy poem. Available on Apple iTunes, the Nook, or Amazon.com--here's a link to my Amazon page: WEREWOLF SLUT and King's Books!
I gotta few pics of my stylish countenance back in the Reagan years, sporting a Blue-Black Mane of hair, much to my mother's disapproval; plus, some more modern shots of me, now 41 years of age. So, totally, check out WEREWOLF SLUT. Before they were selling t-shirts or doing romance literature or Blogging themselves this title, I was mystically penning this prose-laced piece, my cerebral capacity diminished, though made elegantly effulgent, by way of King David's Psalm concerning herb in the KJV. Check it out:
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I am no Saint. As said before: "We are all a bunch of sons of bitches."
Myriads of men are better than me; still, God I hope I'm trying. The examples of Christ and His Immaculate Mother drive us to better ourselves--to become infinitely decent. But I fall short. I've even slacked off on my own, personal asceticism. Hate being a fluid-like organism. Want more. Bio-mechanical possibilities. Able to program my cerebral capacity to delete thoughts that culminate in the act of sin.
May God Bless us all. May we forget revenge, lust, and loathing. This life we are just sizing each other up, sowing ourselves into immortal images; thus, become one with humility and detachment, consuming only the Body of Christ, and crafting your physiology to moral behavior as is the way of the benevolent Angels and Saints. May God be with us. And may I stop being such a jerk. Bless you all.
Sincerely, Mark David King
"The only person you can control in life is yourself; nevertheless, the modern, American government is attempting to control its own people." - Holy Spirit of 1776 -
From the DEA's diabolical duties to our corrupt police state,
The friendly folk of America are getting raped;
Alas, Our Freedom is in perilous jeopardy,
For the fat cats in Washington are the only ones knowing FREE--
The 1st Amendment is being violently viewed with scorn,
For to hurt someone's feelings usurps Liberty's norm
Since "sticks and stones" are now weaker than words
In an American Culture where Freedom disturbs;
Plus, the 2nd Amendment, which protects the 1st
Is allowed by corrupt cops, them hurting the worst--
Uncle Sam forgetting that no alien country could overrun
Our elegant countryside since the citizen is allowed a gun,
Yet Piers Morgan hates the Wild West,
Which was our most intrepid time; indeed, a cowboy is the best,
Able to stand up "equally" to a corrupt sheriff,
Him believing his badge grants him the nobility of a Holy Seraph;
Moreover, "cruel and unusual" is our civilized punishment for men,
The government giving repetitive sodomy to innocent males inhaling their own health plan,
For Obama doesn't realize that Honest Abe loathed prohibition,
Claiming it Anti-American, and the privilege of use being an individual decision--
So instead of genuine, historical education and toleration for your neighbor,
Our government is doing the devil a torturous favor,
Shackling the souls with illegal searches and many an unjust seizure,
Eclipsing "Our Rights" with Totalitarianism-like, fork-tongued leisure;
Furthermore, the government tries to control our bodies, minds, and spirits too,
Making it illegal to be unique and true,
Melting in color or sexual identity,
Morphing ourselves into a magnanimous futurity--
But what is allowed is slave labor and many a health care fee,
Modern politicians thinking themselves great like FDR's brilliant Social Security;
In addition, the Eagle has crashed and space goes unexplored--
Our pioneering spirit neutered by the compulsion to control with primitive sword . . .
Sincerely, Mark David King
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Inflammatory Bowel Disease (Ulcerative Colitis) with Iron-Deficiency Anemia can kill? Possibly. If it wasn't for a blood transfusion years ago--I would not be here; alas, maybe not a bad thing, considering the agony of the whole spicy enchilada.
Good thing about Blood Transfusions, unless of course you're a Jehovah's Witness and keen upon the Book of Exodus--you get plenty of IRON and are not damned to hell. Monstrous amounts of IRON I'm talk'n. And the sanguine fluid has been screened a myriad of times, protecting you from the possibility of any futuristic infection associated with the ichor-like infusion.
Liver is a fundamental necessity for Iron-Deficiency Anemia; nevertheless, if associated with Ulcerative Colitis, it can mentally FREAK YOU CRAZY to imbibe the bloody organ that processes all the toxins in a mammal's physiological system; still, CALF LIVER seems the most benign, though morally perplexing--poor babies. But if you're fading into entropy; next, invoke Saint Francis to pray for the beast, and fry yourself up some IRON-INFUSED CALF LIVER with regular butter.
Iron Pills may constipate, which is pure Pandemonium for a sorry soul afflicted with Ulcerative Colitis, for besides numerous, bloody, mucous-like explosions of fecal matter that won't stop, there is also the flip side of the coin: Painful constipation, your bowels in LOCK-UP, fumbling no feces save squirts of crimson blood. Yeah, being fun is sick. If my Doc would only infuse me with REMICADE IV; next, I would enter a perpetual state of remission, but due to the Iron-Deficiency Anemia and quasi-malnutrition, I suffer and swallow steroids or insert Nuclear-Powered Suppositories into my anal cavity. This is life. Don't cry about it. Just cope, invoke the Angels and Saints, and hope your State offers the soothing solace of natural medicine. Best of fortune to all those suffering from Inflammatory Bowel Disease and Iron-Deficiency Anemia.
Too, my books @ Apple iTunes, the Nook, and Amazon.com.
Sincerely, Mark David King
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Does Lt. Governor Ron Ramsey Hate Sick People???
In a quixotic nutshell--LIBERTY: Freedom from emasculating or despotic government. And the word "Conservative" is a genuine antonym of Liberty, meaning to limit; however, the "Liberals" are no better, politically promising change, yet never re-forging the ghostly resonation of 1776.
More often than wise--Lt. Governor Ron Ramsey has boasted of his oppressive politics to the press; specifically, he has denounced Medical Cannabis in the State of Tennessee, offering up the excuse of ABUSE. Yet he has not even a fundamental understanding of Cannabis and its medical benefits, nor that receptors for this magnanimous plant reside within human physiology. King David and his wise son Solomon imported much from non-Hebrew nations in noble attempt to thwart depression and suffering; plus, to promote religious mysticism--David Psalming: "Wine to make man's heart happy, and herb for the service of man." Yet no wine in grocery stores in Tennessee; furthermore, no Medical Cannabis for the wilted and weary as mentioned in the Holy Scriptures.
But if Ron Ramsey was wickedly ill, with a bestial disease; next, his tune might change, unless of course he has the constitutional strength of a Buddhist Monk, embracing agony for holy purpose--but I doubt it. Regardless, let me examine partial aspects of my suffering: Inflammatory Bowel Disease (Ulcerative Colitis), producing Iron-deficiency anemia and internal and external hemorrhoids; plus, a pulsating Psoriasis in the anal sphincter; moreover, when out of remission--10 to 20 explosive, bloody bowel movements daily, in incontinent fashion, diapers are back in style for me. Too, feels like my anus has been hellishly scorched by the Magical Trident of Satan Himself; then, when in remission, a modest 5 to 10 torturous bowel movements daily, or maybe a month of sincere, agonizing constipation, shrinking my once 175 pound frame to that of 136 pounds in a mercurial amount of time. Yup--afraid to eat; afraid to poop, nothing squirting out but a mixture of blood and fecal ruination, further bleeding me anemic and morphing me into a mutated skeleton. At my worst: 117 pounds, in need of a major blood transfusion, high doses of IV steroids, REMICADE IV (infliximab), ASACOL HD 800 MG 3 times daily, KETOCONAZOLE Cream or APEXICON Cream for a salacious synergy of Fluxing Fungus and Persistent Psoriasis in anal cavity, ANUCORT-HD 25 MG Rectal Suppositories, and more PREDNISONE, which at one point maligned my face into an asymmetrical portrait of vivid acne and blistering boils for nearly a year. Oh yeah, and Obsessive Compulsive Disorder with Tics, further prohibiting me from having any real zest for hunger; specifically, fear of appetite.
So, I take my LEGAL medicine, suffer, suffer some more, and watch Ron Ramsey continue to fight for Medical Cannabis to never be offered in the Great State of Tennessee, and if he does ever acquiesce--he would only allow if for HIV/AIDS patients, not the majority of sufferers cranked up on Selective Serotonin Reuptake Inhibitors, Anti-Anxiety Users, and Pain Killing patients. And even with those drugs, Ron Ramsey wants to monitor you, placing a robotic replica of a spying Uncle Sam in your medicine cabinet. So, does this guy hate sick people? Should I go to the street and attempt to purchase cannabis there? Next, get arrested, sodomized, put on probation, pay court fees, have random drug tests, making the local government's wallet fatter. So, I don't! I stay away from the streets in sublime and cautiously keen fashion, praying to Christ that Medical Cannabis might one day soothe anybody, with any condition, in the Great State of Tennessee. But as long as Ron Ramsey runs the roost--nope!
And yes, there will always be people who abuse their medication--always. But that should not be my problem. Do what your physician says, but give him the privilege of offering true solace; otherwise, you are an agent of evil, hating America and the concept of Liberty. Remember Christ's Words in Red (KJV) Matthew 5:7--it wending: "Blessed are the merciful: for they shall obtain mercy."
Too, I heard Ron Ramsey wants to make all females wait 48 hours before able to have an abortion. What happens when the first girl disfigured by Obsessive Compulsive Disorder freaks out because some disgusting frat boy gets her drunk and takes advantage of her--you think she'll wait 48 hours? Won't even have to worry about a crazy Doc with a coat hanger at that point--she'll cut the unwanted spawn out of her flesh with Japanese Cutlery; then, of course, the benevolent Nashville Police will incarcerate her for what wasn't her fault. Yeah, I love Ron Ramsey, and I love living in a Free America. These modern politicians are attempting to craft a NERF WORLD, or better--Build another Tower of Babel. All to God's despise . . .
Sincerely, Mark David King
Mark David King's Books @ Apple iTunes, the Nook, and Amazon.com; plus, HERE on Mark David King BlogSpot--the theological fiction of GREEN EUNUCH.
EIGHT:
Within the charitable safety of Francis' star-kissed warehouse sleeps the Patron Saint of All things Ecological along with the K-9 Gubbio; also, Skunkfire, him dreaming brilliantly by way of the soothing, cosmic herb; moreover, Mary is on Her immaculate knees, underneath the shimmering-blue of David's Star, a symmetrical tapestry, it woven by Hebrew ascetics and gifted to Francis. Therefore, Mary invokes the genetic match that is Her Divine Son, praying:
"Most sublime Son--
The most potent demi-god, brighter than Terra's yellow Sun,
I feel so ashamed and wickedly unclean
Since the blinded Protestants demonize My God-Copulated gleam
That resulted in 50% of Your genetic physiology;
Indeed, Your heavenly flesh is My virginal psychology;
Thus, You refrained from the selfishness of coitus too,
Mimicking an inviolate Mother, Her being the Salvation of every Jew.
Verily, You are Messiah--Hebrew spawned,
Like some mystical poetry that King David lovingly Psalmed;
Alas, I suffered sanguine tears at Calvary,
Watching My genes be destroyed by My humanity--
What is worse, to die, or watch Your only Son perish?
Don't the confused Protestants know that a Mother's intention is to nourish?
And You even mystically hint to Me
That blasphemy against Your face is forgiven, but not against Your matriarchal genealogy.
Truly, You love this woman, Your adoring Mother,
And I bathed You in liquid weeping before the holy shroud did cover
Your Transfiguration into God's Prime Salvation
That can soothe and mend every Nation
If they drink Your Blood and digest Your Body,
Giving Adamkind a sense of decency--never naughty.
Oh My most magnanimous and only child,
Assist, Francis, Gubbio, and the Eunuch in freeing Ooba from Hel's wicked/wild,
Which transcends apostasy,
For this adventure I do belong
Alongside humble souls eclipsing a terrible wrong
That is the hellish pride of people believing themselves sincerely RIGHT
Though unaware of their brothers' plight,
For even the Greeks are godly and real,
Having great mystical appeal,
Though My favor is upon the Christian,
Them seeing the best intentions of the Father's benevolent mission;
Hence, Bless Me, My Son, and make Me worthy
Of Our Father's Love, like symmetry curvy,
Encompassing all of every god's creation,
Sweet on Israel, though beyond that Holy Nation,
For God reigns supreme in charity,
Offering the best of blood with Your transubstantiation clarity."
Next, the Holy Mother blessed Herself--in the Name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost!!!
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This is my crummy attempt at Crayon Art--I'm try'n man! This is a pic of HEL--the malevolent Nordic goddess. Her iniquitous character has recently emerged within my ongoing theological fiction known as GREEN EUNUCH. Thanks to Google Search Engine for displaying superhero sketches and such--I based this on a super-symmetrical pic by Joseph Brewster--he is the real creative genius, not me. Haven't drawn in over a decade; I'm attempting to forge Crayon Art by way of visually mimicking charcoal (I think) sketches; next, I clumsily add crayon hue to my shaky-handed felt-tipped attempt. So, check out GREEN EUNUCH as the Virgin Mary, Saint Francis and his pet wolf Gubbio; plus, the Green Eunuch himself (Skunkfire) attempt to free the Moon Ooba (WAAAAY BEYOND THE CREAMY MILKY WAY) from Pandemonium-like lunacy--its hellish region ruled by Hel herself and Fenrir, her wolfy brother. Be well.
Sincerely, Mark David King
