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Grand – The Brutal Willingness to Thrive (008)

Table of Content:

  • [008.1] Grand
  • [008.2] Death of the Great Barrier Reef
  • [008.3] Statesmen
  • [008.4] Cherry Ganz
  • [008.5] Morning
  • [008.6] Libera te tutemet

I. Grand / Grand (008.1)

[I-008.1] Grand - Roman Statue of a warrior exuding Greatness

Grand

I once stood close to a coffee machine,
that gave me an instant erection.
It wasn’t the cup or colorful taste,
that evoked such deep affection.

Two sassy classy beautiful girls,
stood side-by-side from behind.
A mini-skirt with endless legs,
the other a bum rare to find.

I knew them both as colleagues,
not yet familiar with my good taste.
With a grin I moved towards them,
only to trip over a bucket of waste.

I tried to grab the short one,
who shrieked somewhat taken aback.
The long one toppled sideways,
her mouth and coffee on my sack.

That’s when I realized my destiny,
was not to be mediocre or bland,
but to meddle with the affairs of others,
to make this world truly grand.

Mako The Poet

II. Grand / Death of the Great Barrier Reef (008.2)

[I-008.2] Statue Representing a Deep and Profound Loss

Death of the Great Barrier Reef

Half its infinite beauty and joy dead.
What remains, drowns in acute acid dread.
Billions of creatures wallop in despair.
Why does the Spirit of Humanity not care?

They have no knowledge of human beings.
How ignorance and arrogance conjoin in deceit.
Who will grieve the Great Barrier Holocaust?
When most don’t even care about their own feet.

Grandeur among us in decine and… dying.
Earth, water, heavens roar in despair.
All we do is build more nihilist barriers,
between the hopeless and those who do not care.

Mako The Poet

III. Grand / Statesman (008.3)

[I-008.3] Greek Statue representing a Rather Plain Slightly Overweight Middle-Aged Greek Statesman

Statesman

Burly women smile their warm regard.
They understand that I too feel fat.
Whenever I walk among public crowds.
I’m a gentleman in need of a hat.

This strenuous disposition towards my body.
How dilapidating life’s presumptuous game.
Greeting and nodding I enter my front door.
An elderly statesman with an obese frame.

Mako The Poet

IV. Grand / Cherry Ganz (008.4)

[I-008.4] Statue of Cherry Ganz, A Ruthless Bloody Warrior

Cherry Ganz

Rough Harley raiders enter the stratum.
Corrosive jackets on their way to hell.
Cherry Ganz breathes guns and violence.
His ruthlessness an unassailable spell.

Once an angry boy on a trike.
Now he runs his chapter through fear.
His struggles with law and order,
only serve to bring his brothers near.

Cherry killed his youth and a young man,
when this hustler spat on the ground.
He could never recall the wounds inflicted,
but they mentioned “worst ever found…”

Today the sun felt scorching,
but heat always crossed their path.
He enters the saloon a leader,
orders a scathing whisky bath.

His boots and gun three bullets short.
A traitor snuffed along the way.
Lanky brunette enters the bathtub,
she smiles when it’s time to play.

Mako The Poet

V. Grand / Morning (008.5)

[I-008.5] Statue of Woman Preparing Herself in the Morning

Morning

Anovulance bids you a messy affair.
I’m staring at a wedding postponed.
You pout and dabble your makeup flair.
Reclaim me wholeheartedly owned.

I hate to be with women in the morning.
When so much of their magic seems lost.
What appeared spectacular breasts.
Now emerge at a wonderbra’s cost.

A woman leaves much to be desired.
Especially once you’ve rattled her bones.
Her whimsical palate of emotions,
a sly barter with high interest loans.

Sums can be summoned whenever.
Their incessant need for talk and trust.
While nagging about her girlfriends,
neither includes nakedness nor thrust.

Mako The Poet

VI. Grand / Libera te tutemet (008.6)

[I-008.6] Grand - Libera.te.tutemet

Libera te tutemet

I remember you used to clean the house.
White tiles would blink to the blind.
Now a little grey robot swirls around.
doesn’t shriek when I grab its behind.

Machines are becoming more capable,
yet reason seems to’ave lost its way.
The “awokenvast asleep at the helm,
spout fairytale nonsense all day.

All men must be women or weak.
Woman must fuck strangers strong.
White men are the Devil incarnated!
Lunatics sing and dance along.

Police, a monster created by evil.
Common sense, a process of mere thought.
What if I just kill the robot?
and stop being the bullshit I bought

Mako The Poet

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