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Moon – The Bright Vanguard of Mythology (009)

Table of Content:

  • [009.1] Moon
  • [009.2] Clone
  • [009.3] Mamochka
  • [009.4] Human Nature
  • [009.5] Alcibiades
  • [009.6] Moth
  • [009.7] Cookie

I. Moon / Moon (009.1)

[I-009.1] Moon - The Mysterious Moon

Moon

I fucked a woman called “Moon“.
She had this stellar swing.
Her body enjoying Pink Floyd,
she did this incredible thing.

Plunged into this ancient song,
I felt torn between beauty and cum.
Her melody raw and haunting.
vanquished my spiritual numb.

Her voice became my body.
Her presence enveloped my mind.
Her essence entered my being,
in a manner both extatic and kind.

When I flew in every direction.
Overwhelmed by her affection.
I felt loved by Moon on Earth.
Kissed her thighs, for what it’s worth.

Mako The Poet

II. Moon / Clone (009.2)

[I-009.2] Clone - The Emergence of Twilight Twins

Clone

If there were two of you,
would I love thee as I do?
Or prefer the one who’s easy?
Indulge you looking sleazy.

Would I listen to my balls…
Time for a threesome, my dear!
Would I address you both as one,
or have a pet name for each peer?

Shall I call you both peaches?
Or pumpkin and “sly-hot-pie“.
I’m feeling a little excited,
this cloning stuff makes me high.

Shall I keep grumpy you for weekdays,
eager you, uh her… for special nights.
Imagine watching Sunday soccer,
without nagging or birthday fights.

Oh my God, I need to find me twins!
Nature has already done the trick.
Slap myself on the forehead.
How could I’ve been so thick.’

But wait… what happens when we’re done.
Could I sleep with you on each side?
If both of you are angry with me,
would I still have a place to hide?

What if they try to steal my money?
Who would get what if we divorce?
Four sagging tits growing older…
Maybe I’ll let Nature run its course.

Mako The Poet

III. Moon / Mamochka (009.3)

[I-009.3] Mamochka - The Inhumanity and Ravages of War

Mamochka

I hate this German who is dead.
I despise that he ever existed.
Cringe as he kicks this child,
whom so desperately persisted.

An innocent little farmer boy,
cries out at the men at arms.
A soldier has taken his mother.
while burning surrounding barns.

Mamochka!” he cries for his mother.
Runs as fast as his little legs carry.
Gunshot resonates through the plain.
Another enemy left to bury.

Mako The Poet

IV. Moon / Human Nature (009.4)

[I-009.4] Stattue of a Self Obsessed Narcessist

Human Nature

What serves to make a young girl pretty,
often makes her mother long for pity.
The tightness of her behind, firm and round.
Her awakening breasts, joyful and sound.

A girl inspects her naked body in the mirror.
A woman sees only her mother in the sun.
Both of them walking on the beach.
I assess their bosom and bum.

Women hate women who look beautiful.
Magicians saw pretty girls in half.
Once you truly understand their magic,
the best thing to do is grin or laugh.

Looks only lead to barefaced desire.
Manipulation ends up in eminent loss.
Pretty women may have their say,
but men will always remain the boss.

The thing to remember dear dreamers.
Young hopefuls who charge the old.
Some of you may encounter compassion,
but most of you we’ll treat stone cold.

Mako The Poet

IV. Moon / Alcibiades (009.5)

[I-009.5] The Tragic Tale of Socrates and Alcibiades

Alcibiades

Once I encountered this chameleon,
I just couldn’t grasp its color.
It moved from room to room,
sometimes brighter, sometimes duller.

But when I followed it around,
it noticed and changed to a tree.
When I grabbed it by the neck,
it suddenly looked a lot like me.

Its eyes bulged in every direction,
an enormous tongue slapped my face.
So sudden its unexpected appearance,
that I failed to give it chase.

Mako The Poet

V. Moon / Moth (009.6)

[I-009.5] The Tragic Death of a Toilet Moth

Moth

I had to take a dump,
right before I left.
Saw this little creature,
spent his life bereft.

In muddy damp conditions,
a toilet of its choice.
How strange its violent death,
touched a poet’s voice.

His body sullenly crushed,
what sparing memories remain.
Of little creatures’ lives,
that end a bathroom stain.

Mako The Poet

VI. Moon / Cookie (009.7)

[I-009.6] Statue Expressing Heartfelt Compassion

Cookie

I’m adrift in a railway station,
Old man shuffles through the place.
Fisherman’s jacket and black cap,
suffering etched on his grim face.

Tends to this silver wrapped cookie.
Trembling hands evoke my despair.
Finally his tar stained fingers.
Behold their treasure with care.

I watch him enjoy the brown cookie.
Crumbling approach of his last meal.
I’m struck by this heartfelt emotion,
compassion I guess is what I feel.

I buy him another cookie.
Sit down and listen to his life.
Stories about grownup children,
how he recently lost his wife.

We greet each other from a distance.
Neptune and a poet by the shore.
Drowned in the arms of a mermaid,
how could any sailor ask for more.

Mako The Poet

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