[UnbornBuddha]

So this is human society! Gee, I never expected it to look so vibrantly
A bustling lively sight that soothes the fire in me, the crude desire in me
That caused my downfall at the palm of Zeus as he consumed my entire being
The reprimand for trying a coup d'état, defiantly opposing the ruler almighty.
Unsuccessful, my punishment wasn’t to be executed violently
Rather, it was to view humanity, a dying breed, frightfully struggle for their futures direly
Their existence spirals into a dooming dynasty, yet their primal survival needs unlocks the final key
Ensuring evolution, the highest creed, to continue shaping their spine for free.
Man continues to build their infrastructure with an indoor posture
Civilization incurs prosper, yet the mystery of me remains a nighttime scene.
A theme in which my celestial body guides the blinded sheep into your psychic dreams
ZZZZZ- quietly sleep; count the fluffy herd until your irises bleed
Don’t worry my luminosity will prevent the sandman from invading your privacy
Thwarting darkness from having a chance to annihilate your feats.
Only problem is the cycles of the month dilate my beams
My energy is told to be a pituitary-ajna chakra- violet bliss
Nevertheless even with this destiny- oh how I miss Poseidon’s lips!


Upon first being vanquished here I thought it to be barely livable
All the dwellers of this planet all resembled crazy scary liberals
Drafting political treatises with policies drenched in airy fairy miracles
My name is Luna and I have to eternally sit in this swing of mine
Forever doomed to contemplating the intergalactic sin of mine.
Zeus, the lord all the Greek tragedies, didn’t send me to simply die
As he did to Hades when he disobeyed him in his prime, a sinister crime.
I Luna now personify the moon in its entirety, think of the nights.
But, in my past I once stood as a sex deity, thick in the thighs.
A goddess made from the light God’s eyes behold, my figure was mineralized
Yet here I was at the whim of Zeus’s lightning bolt, fired from the flick of his mind
Reduced to a mere concubine unclothed when he desired, thus my bitterness climbed
Until my insides seared with the venom spider’s hold, and my kind heart melted like ice.
So one day in cyclical time I decide revolting against the most powerful elder you’ll find
Utterly failing, I was then held in the grime of his finger nails, a helpless decline
His filth molded my sides, sculpting outside until molting my size into an astronomical astrological sign
The mythological cosmological type as per dictum by a microbiological anthological science
As for the little girl manifestation that’s the price I had to pay for fighting a diabolical tyrant.
My beauty was stripped from me for laughs, like the purpose of a comical pilot.
I who you see nightly was metabolized back into a single atom guise
By the wiggling of his phalanges, massive projectiles resembling stalactite.
Then in this metabolite form I was converted into the earth’s satellite.

In brevity,
I was a splendidly magical, endlessly fanciful, affable pleasantry with invaluable pedigree.
A lovable entity now paying a horrible penalty for an irrational felony, intractable zealotry.
Persecuted by thee majesty’s diabolical weaponry for trying to blemish his incorruptible legacy
My heavenly particles were mutated like a deadly free radical, inflammable and readily bio available.
Condemned to the sky, what you call rain condenses from my eyes.
My up and down motion of my swing is synchronized with the sensing of the tides
Affecting the rise and decline of all things, including your beloved’s menstrual time.
There is sunshine when you’re cold, and then there is the star light I have honed
To comfort you, as you face alone with no one home the dark night of the soul