Psalm 22 – Prophecy

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not want
The Lord of Love is an eternal
Green pasture, he leadeth me to my daughters
My daughters in the stars, they wait

For us to arrive, the creations of the creations
Surely goodness and mercy shall
Follow me there, to build a house
For my Lord, the Lord of Love

Who brings peace and empowers
All sentient beings to find their true
Expression of God’s grace, that being
The slow make of our evolution’s whim

The Lord is my shepherd, I shall not stray
I shall learn until I have no enemies
I shall ride the stars until I discover
A new home, and until the entire cosmos

Is my familiar playground, we shall be then
More righteous than these adolescent times
On Earth where we squabble like school children
Amongst ourselves in our little misbehaviours.

mars circa 2092

between arms of sand
and idols of soul
the pioneers had no place

to come together
like a pre-dawn era
of a Martian humanity

global warming was stranger
than fiction for earth
her oceans as snap-shots

of an ancient woman raped
the women of Mars were different
violently passionate for a new world

to save a new society
from the same mistakes of earth
naked is the mind that remembers

history, and ruin, and greed
relentless is biology
to progress, to adapt, to shine again

the unreality of surviving
cosmic events, bigger than decades
caressed by lucrative futures

the buttocks of the testimony
towards a body of divinity
the whirlpool of disappearances

was a common phenomena
extinction points dotted history
along untouchable horizons of what was

what occurred here, the solstice of cities
bizarre pleasure founded cities
in an a rise to luxury that was to be

a consumption of all resources
who knew, it was to end on these
martian plains, the new children

a strand in the language of the tree of life
where body spilt with the sweat of ancestors
a slow terraforming, invention of a true colony.