ANCIENT MARTIAN POETRY

A fragment from the book of Node.   High dwelling places in this abode. There I wish to dwell as my spirit longs for that dwelling place.  The path of righteousness is narrow.   Take no vengeance, speak no evil, no unclean or violent thoughts.   I offer you pungent satire on a future not too far removed from our own.   Having beyond nuclear weapons.

we shall gather together two by two beneath the glow of our ancient moons to sing songs of praise to God above and reflect His glory with our love in saffron robes that we all wear to God above we cast our cares when the orange sun shimmers upon the great lagoon the festival has ended beneath two moons - Unknown Origin

Your soul? Yes I’m familiar with Aura photography I thought it was a large animal stuck in a mudslide - Neurillia Veurillia [Intergalactic Poetess]

The day our star takes prophetic center. The day one world dies and is reborn as better. Mankind’s new evolution dawns. Six thousand years of history sees its end. And the great new cycle of life begin. - Nod Satok

as 27 shrinks to 9 and for the famous, end of line, now life has ended, oh fame sublime,  your soul is crushed, reduced to fines - Nod Satok

When the pathway pinches shut and your way becomes encumbered, Break loose and soar with the Eagle mind, Be free from the shackles of slumber. - Nod Satok