Eden – The Joy and Fear of a Paradise Lost (010)

Table of Content:

• [010.1] Eden
• [010.2] The Death of a Prince
• [010.3] Bruise
• [010.4] Spiderman
• [010.5] Two Boys
• [010.6] Curls
• [010.7] Perspective
• [010.8] Aristocrat

I. Eden / Eden (010.1)

Eden

“The Hammer from Heaven,”
they called the swarming drones.
“The Glamour of Eden“,
was how they explained the clones.

Every human being had become a target.
To those who kept themselves in reserve.
Maybe I should’ve paid more attention,
when they sold their lies with verve.

A maniac can always be unmasked,
by the fact that he can’t handle truth.
A sociopath can only be discovered,
by the way he behaved in his youth.

Hitler was a strange exception,
he’d once been a good little boy.
But the loss of Edmund and his mother,
had turned him into the Devil’s toy.

Mako The Poet

II. Eden / The death of a Prince (010.2)

The death of a Prince

I admire this foreign black girl,
her smile as warm as the sun.
Chatting, moving, dancing about,
she brightens my day with her bum.

I exit the train at Norwich,
Coffee’s no longer allowed.
Afican chats up this blond girl.
To prove he’s well endowed.

A student girl draws my attention.
Engaged in some third-world relief.
Her pleasant smile and long bare legs,
convince me to care for their grief.

The weather is truly wonderful.
Its a warm and pleasant day.
Nikkie wears her booty shorts,
sluts ‘n slugs parade their play.

In the evening a Prince appears.
Purple eminence on every screen.
TAFKAP now rocks the heavens.
A musical genius left the scene.

Mako The Poet

III. Eden / Bruise (010.3)

Bruise

I’m having this wonderful dream,
three long legged women approach.
Kidnapped by their warm smiles,
I’m locked inside their coach.

We stop in front of this tavern,
peasants and pheasants drink wine.
Although we enter past midnight,
the room seems lit by moonshine.

“Can I buy you a beer, dear Mako?“
The brunette asks with a smile.
I look at her endless legs,
while I gulp my beer with guile.

“Can I bake you a stake, dear Mako?“
The long blond eagerly suggests.
She wiggles her upper body,
adjusting her beautiful breasts.

“We want to have a foursome...”
The licentious redhead implies.
Battle axes darken the tavern.
“Ssst… the wife sent her spies.”

Peta feeds me porridge pie.
Heidi massages my shoulder.
The giddy redhead drops to her knees,
in search of something bolder.

“Mako, wake up… WAKE UP!“
The brunette viciously smiles.
“You were mumbling about a tavern…”
Sudden fear inside me compiles.

“You mentioned something about spies…”
“Did you dream you were Tom Cruise?“
Disappointed I enter the bathroom.
Surprised to find a fresh bruise.

Mako The Poet

IV. Eden / Consul (010.4)

Consul

I have this spider in my kitchen,
that always pretends to be dead.
He tries to appear a victim,
hanging from a single thread.

His entire universe a cabinet,
controlled by me opening the door.
I was stunned to see him jump,
scramble onto the kitchen floor.

He now occupies a corner,
hides behind wood or a plant.
Weaves his web late at night,
when he hears fireflies chant.

Sometimes when i stir my kettle,
to poor myself a portly cup o’thee.
I can sense multiple mutinous eyes,
focussed on who this consul could be.

Mako The Poet

V. Eden / Two boys (010.5)

Two Boys

Two boys reach the top of the hill.
Both buggers turn their wheels around.
Enchanted they smile at each other,
when I hear this yelling sound.

“Eric!,” a running milf shouts.
Great ass, skirt above the knees.
I’ll be damned if they be damned,
Proud, we ignore mother’s pleas.

She almost makes it to the top,
but misses her accelerating son.
They both shoot past her like wolves,
to complete their exhilarating run.

The boys oblivious to danger,
each long to maximize their need.
I’m fascinated by their willingness,
to constantly increase their speed.

Eric struggles with mother’s scorn,
who curses him down the hill.
His buddy speeds off in the distance,
to brag about his very first kill.

Mako The Poet

VI. Eden / Curls (010.6)

Curls

I long to touch your long dark hair.

Your wild epitome sways aloud.
I love to see you sulk and pout.
The way you touch your hair devout.

Your smile an alluring mockingbird.

A cheerful expression of raunchy zest.
Your soft lining approaches my chest.
My breathing moves from curl to breast.

Your eyes radiant, smiling about.

We linger between frizzle and strain.
The smell of you touches my brain.
The warmth of you drives me insane.

Mako The Poet

VII. Eden / Perspective (010.7)

Perspective

From a toilet’s lewd perspective,
The sewer must appear a revelation.
Heaps and piles o’shit adrift,
on their way to a great destination.

Pub crawl, stubborn curry, stub surrender.
Lamb Vindaloo is the closest thing to hell.
Dry mouth, sore throat, bad headache,
aghast… I await it’s furious dispel.

Mako The Poet

VIII. Eden / Aristocrat (010.8)

Aristocrat

The pretense of a Queen and King,
is to be this truly extraordinary thing.
Their circle or servants bowing in awe,
vowing to bleed the rest of us raw.

But if a Queen and King are that special,
why are their castle walls so thick?
Because you and I both understand,
They’re little more but a cunt and a prick.

A king always descends from murderers,
a queen often bred by callous whores.
With an army, prisons and murderous zest,
they go about settling their scores.

Peasants burdened because they’re alive,
grim psychopath smiles at their face.
They bow and grovel and curse and toil,
such is the fate of the human race.

Mako The Poet

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