#hereafter
Fire, water, air; are all
Elements that make man stand tall
Joy, sorrow, grief that burns
Swallows him whole as the world turns
Emotions buried within his heart
Is as marvelous as is art
His mortal body shrinks as it ages;
He does everything he can, so it manages
His blood, his brain, and all parts of his main--
The soul departs but they remain
So why after death does man not stand?
His components are there, don't misunderstand!
If you believe not in a soul beneath
What then is underneath?
Feb 25, 2014
Feb 25, 2014 at 7:48 PM UTC
There's always a place
Where the sand meets the sea,
Yet Earth's changing face
Seems so stable to me.
Nature is a maze
Mountains, deserts, and plains,
Yet we, in our craze,
Seem to enjoy its chains.
Dependence, we own
We kiss the dry soil,
Yet seeds we have sown
Seem so worth the toil.
Pains we do endure
Natural disaster,
Yet this ground's allure
Results in hereafter.
Jun 15, 2015
Jun 15, 2015 at 8:24 PM UTC
WE
generally gain true great knowledge from one who knows better than you & I
A higher knowledge of truth that's beyond the human scope
cannot originate from mere mortals BUT from THE IMMORTAL &OMNISCIENT ONE who knows more than any human being.
Eternal life is the life of GOD revealed through CHRIST, intent on gifting those who follow the life of truth & holiness as personified by CHRIST-THE WORD OF GOD
GOD is neither silent nor imaginary
but has spoken since the beginning of time
& keeps speaking to those who
are open to the truth
humbly aligned with HIS love
and goodness of heart
HE has revealed what's beyond any human scope
through JESUS -The LOVEofGOD that came down from Heaven
who also is the ICON & MODEL of eternal life evident through His death & resurrection, bringing forth GOD's salvation to the entire human race &the radiance of the AFTERLIFE-the greatest hope in glory for humankind
Sep 14, 2019
Sep 14, 2019 at 7:05 AM UTC
We generally gain true great knowledge from one who knows better than you & I
A higher knowledge of truth that's beyond the human scope
cannot originate from mere mortals BUT from THE IMMORTAL &OMNISCIENT ONE who knows more than any human being.
Eternal life is the life of GOD revealed through CHRIST, intent on gifting those who follow the life of truth & holiness as personified by CHRIST-THE WORD OF GOD
GOD is neither silent nor imaginary
but has spoken since the beginning of time
& keeps speaking to those who
are open to the truth
humbly aligned with HIS love
and goodness of heart
HE has revealed what's beyond any human scope
through JESUS -The LOVEofGOD that came down from Heaven
who also is the ICON & MODEL of eternal life evident through His death & resurrection, bringing forth GOD's salvation to the entire human race &the radiance of the AFTERLIFE-the greatest hope in glory for humankind
Sep 13, 2019
Sep 13, 2019 at 10:25 AM UTC
This side or the other, time alone is the deciding factor
you may think that you are happy, but you're an actor
no matter how much you change, there's a price to pay
there's just no escape, we all know, the end is a one way
Focus your actions in this world, they define who you really are
you'll ultimately be judged by others, whether you were on par
and even if you don't care, know that it's about right and wrong
if you make the right choices, rejoice, you don't need to belong
Your heart and your mind, yes, these are really one and the same
living on, past the limitations of a physical existence, is only shame
shame for what you could have done differently, why didn't you think
instead choosing those bitter waters, all that remains for you to drink
Learn the value of patience, it will bring happiness to your address
without it, all you can look forward to is disappointment and distress
life is much too precious to waste away, since time is not on our side
discern the higher meaning of life, before taking that final spiritual ride
Our temporal existence, how the pleasures of this world make us forget
just what we could have done while we were here, and this to our regret
yet all is not lost, so long as the candle is still burning, we can still change
we have all been given life as a gift, and our very own destiny to arrange
As desire still has power in us, do not let these opportunities go lost forever
avoid the arrogance, so innate in all of us, this shared attitude of, "whatever"
twilight years are quickly advancing, who knows when they will finally arrive
eternal happiness awaits, just prepare for the journey, and to this alone strive
Jul 24, 2015
Jul 24, 2015 at 8:29 AM UTC
decided why waiting, my name, my curse, my retrocognition,
last week, was sore-spent, from abusing discontinuation, retribution,
lovers who took more, too much, left contentedly, not looking back
over their shoulder, at the wasted wake left behind, nothing to them
just was their “been here, now, just a hereafter” remainder reminder
can’t believe I’m writing, in these blues lyrics electrified,
my ribs, plucked like guitar strings for “pic”ing demand wailing,
my own hereafter starts now, past days eradicated, freshened up,
these aren’t the days of reminiscing, these are the days of no más!
of my hereafter, now I understand, did not know how, clarity arrived
but now will love only in equality, no worshiping, no portraits
to be admired hanging on hallway walls, got rollers and pan,
repainting walls crazy whites, starting again, coming out today,
the hiding separated, put in trash bags on the street, for takeaway
in crazy notions, commencing my hereafter, is inviting you,
join me, improve my cadence, my rhymes, finish my sentences,
with periods of laughter, commas of words of perfect additions,
waiting no more, from here after and ever more so, my name
hereafter, is now my retrofitted futures, no longer waiting...
Jun 13, 2020
Jun 13, 2020 at 11:44 AM UTC
What's with all the staring of late?
And why is it that I can relate
To you without speaking?
And why am I seeing you everywhere?
Wanting to see you everywhere?
Why does being near you
Make me feel giddy but scared?
But I refuse to let anymore words
Go unsaid.
I guess it takes tragedy
To understand destiny
And that time is limited.
So why not spend it with
Love and laughter?
I mean making the most of your years
Before going to the Hereafter.
Nov 16, 2014
Nov 16, 2014 at 5:59 PM UTC
Sooner or later
We all have to leave our bodies
And fly high
But this doesn't mean we die
The bond we share with our loved ones is connected through our souls
The love never dies
This is just a small good bye
A journey from this world to a hereafter
But till then it's just the marks of joy and pain we leave behind
For the people to whom we mattered
Apr 30, 2020
Apr 30, 2020 at 6:12 AM UTC
I would pine with another in our resting by an older tree under the mellowness of the fields while listening to words of feeling, we are rising with the pages of our lives soon to be lived and later penned in the books of the hereafter and us.
Sep 30, 2025
Sep 30, 2025 at 1:24 PM UTC
If there is a heaven
where souls reside after death
within or far from their bodies
it can only be poetry
the meeting place
of living souls and old souls
whose pains exist no longer
here and now, only
as an image of fate
as an understanding angel
of the love
to live, to try
... the golden mean
... of following and leading
to feed the senses
... with the miracle
... of mother earth
embraced
by the heaven of poetry
Dec 6, 2018
Dec 6, 2018 at 3:59 AM UTC
sometime in the early 60's
when I was still that near-empty canvas
about to be painted
the dark strokes began
the old man with the long grey hair
***** beard and tattered clothes
digging through the trash outside the Smithsonian during a first grade field trip
we all stared...no words spoken
no explanation from our teacher
that is my first vivid memory of the dark strokes
the second was an incident in Dallas, Texas
this was black paint in very bold lines
that never seemed to dry
smaller dark strokes were interspersed with bright colors as well
for this is the painting of life
learning we were poor
that my father worked two or three jobs to feed the eight of us
over the many years
such a good man
a quiet genius set out to provide at age thirteen when his father passed of TB
it was all he did...work
but he was a brilliant man
if not accessible...a poet as well
which I discovered after his death
his colors
his painting was very dark
save for one bright stroke of light that drew the eye first
the crowning achievement of his lifetime
my Mother
who added so much light against the darkness in all our paintings
an Angel on earth
the balance that provided hope
moved us along
matched every dark stroke life threw our way
gave us all reason to view our paintings upon completion
with the joy of knowing that we would soon be with the artists
once again
Feb 19, 2025
Feb 19, 2025 at 8:40 AM UTC
Musim hujan tak kunjung reda,
awan hitam semakin berkuasa,
langkah kaki terasa berat,
hati menopang pecahannya.
Jantung memompa tak beraturan,
malam jadi siang, siang jadi malam,
sepertinya ini kelam-ku
terbalik, kacau, kehilangan arah.
Aku berjalan di jalan yang patah,
menjaga nyala yang telah redup,
mencari cahaya di lorong gelap,
namun bayangnya semakin jauh.
Ada yang pergi sebelum waktunya,
atau mungkin sesuatu yang tertinggal?
Sebab detik tak lagi sama,
sejak rasa, mati lebih awal.
Feb 27, 2025
Feb 27, 2025 at 6:15 AM UTC