#lifeafterdeath
…The Laugh Aftermath…
Was tough to master Math,
enough to answer last, rather than rebuffed
for being half a Man. Aftercare reformed through
corporal, master’s lash…no wonder we kept our breath,
even when others didn’t care for tomorrow’s Masters’ wrath.
Ironically, we died to shed the stain of fear from our skin,
which chronically defies the bred brain of the heir, our King.
Now, we’re reborn astonishment where our questions
are quenched by demystified witches and purpose…
we can and able…we bow in recourse to the accomplishments
mentioned and drenched in multiplied wishes
to purport Cain and Abel…
Jul 27, 2020
Jul 27, 2020 at 6:10 AM UTC
You see those people
Far, far below?
We were once just like them
Eating what we grow.
But now we're here
Up in the sky
And they can't wait to see
The place they go when they die.
Jul 13, 2020
Jul 13, 2020 at 11:08 AM UTC
At one.forty-five, anti meridiem
I blink, half-sit-half-lie and squirm
in a cartel of intricate inquiry.
He must be hurting inordinately
to wish me death and calamity.
Who and where is he?
How and why does he?
Simple five-word questions
seeking conclusive resolutions
for well over a millennium.
Frazzled and woefully sapped
from this anarchic, chaotic task
I turn for the promising refuge
of my orderly book-rack.
❋
Over and over again,
I read the masterly treatise
and really try to take it as a guide.
❋
The book has foresight.
It says there is no death
*which my friend has wittingly wished me
in his anguished wrath.*
Life is eternal, infinite.
Only the spirit changes over
to some other wardrobe
or maybe transitions
to another dimension
purgatory or paradise.
❋
We never really die and likewise
the loved and the not so loved
also survive.
❋
But life often defies explanations
not to mention all expert expositions.
I feel sadly feeble and disillusioned
to see
an orphan having the nose
hard against the grindstone
a spouse lonely and forlorn
fighting it out all alone
a disconsolate father
devastated by the departure
of a youthful son......
or a blooming daughter.
a dashing soldier
who somberly carries the cadaver
....the cold inert clay of a dead comrade
a pining sibling.........
a friend irredeemably lost.........
the poor dead without
and ****** with the ***
a zealot who lost the plot
or martyrs who bravely fought.....
❉
The book says they are all here
and we still find them nowhere
at least not as companions
in our worldly sojourn.
The author exhorts -
those who are gone still see us
feel us.
And I smile wryly, a little ruefully
at the still living, stranded passengers
in one too many crowded lanes
on this gross, physical plane
devoid of all succor even from a ghost
slippery yet subtle.
*If only there was a real life Whoopi †
we all would be as lucky as the demure Demi
and Patrick Swayze would do the reel drill
in real time indubitably.*
Alas!!!
celluloid existence is pure imagination
.....just neat fiction.
And the impeccable book.....
though elegant
seems utterly untrue.
❋
I therefore can not take heart
from the prophesied fact
that the dead are not really dead
not ever, or at least not yet....
Yes, they may be right beside
but unless we cross over to the other side
or they someday decide to travel back in time
the living will always be somewhat dead somewhere
and the dead will always be somewhat alive somewhere
accidentally meeting.....
sometimes......
from across the great divide
in a nebulous twilight
but mostly waiting, waiting....
for the wait to end
and to be terminally united
either fully alive
or completely dead.
† Reference made to the 1990 film 'Ghost'. More information at:
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ghost_(1990_film)
Dec 17, 2019
Dec 17, 2019 at 10:27 PM UTC
Before you take them away
Why don't you ever ask them
If there are any unfulfilled duties left
Why you never give them a chance
To redeem everything that is good balanced and heft
Before they leave for an eternal journey with you
Why don't you ask them
To keep enough for their to-be-fatherless kids
To not just keep running here and there but calmly sit
To love their wives before the final farewell bids
Is it too much to ask for?
Cause you see after you take them away
Families are broken and so torn
So
Next time
Before you take them away
Please for a while let them stay
Let them stay a little longer
Let them make their families a bit stronger
May 15, 2019
May 15, 2019 at 4:02 PM UTC
*Put the feet back on the ground,
the earth has been found a home.
Leave the umbrella alone,
the rain has stopped and the reason is unknown.
Dry the eyes of their tears.
The fears were conquered tonight.
Now, soar through the sky in the light.
The things of secret are within the sights.*
Mar 19, 2017
Mar 19, 2017 at 1:58 PM UTC
A sweet taste lingers
Where your soul seared mine
lips like honey,
I still feel the nectar of love
scarring depths aroused many moons
after death closed them
tightly shut.
Warm as the summer sun
I can feel the glow of
your exalted love,
like a sheath of rain
penetrating a dying dessert,
bringing me
hungrily back to life.
Sep 23, 2016
Sep 23, 2016 at 7:18 PM UTC
Did I ever lived before I was born
I'm 17 now
And I never had any girlfriend
But I felt like I had one.
Do you ever feel it sometimes
To hold, and to touch
To be held, and to be touched
By someone you love
Or someone you want
Or someone I loved
Or someone I wanted?
I don't know
If it's my memories
Messing up my imagination
Or my lust
Messing up my brain
Or did I really
Lived and loved before?
May 8, 2016
May 8, 2016 at 11:02 PM UTC
This is my last poem
I bid you farewell
It is such an odd thought
That my body might repel
But I thank you for your attention
I might be at peace when you read this
So pray for my soul to meet God
And ask Him to take me even though I don't deserve bliss
Jan 11, 2016
Jan 11, 2016 at 8:12 PM UTC
I feel cold in every tiny vein!
In every second, every part of me is deprived from life!
As if the Hope I had with Love being euthanize!
I won't feel the warmth anymore!
I won't feel Myself or My Heart anymore!
I've been discharged from....
Life!
Jan 3, 2016
Jan 3, 2016 at 5:34 AM UTC
Mother Rose,
What can i say that hasn't already been said
i guess i'll go with what just popped into my head
you had a smile that could light up the darkest of rooms
a tender sweetness that was palpable in the air, like the dust raised by a broom.
An enthusiasm for life and spirituality that most could never hope to acheive.
Even as simply the church guitarist, it was amazing to me
How people automatically felt as if they were at home around you
it was astounding what lot's of love can do within and without you.
I know you're in a much better place
the pain is permanently gone, all the better for all our sakes.
Still, It's good to know that you're up there with our Lord.
Say Hi to some family members we've all lost, we'd be happy if you could.
And some days when life turns sour,
all of us wish that heaven had visiting hours.
So we could be around that award winning smile
and warm as coffee soul
we're all going to miss you
more than anybody could know
So to close this tribute out, I'll leave here with this biblical gem
From revelation "They will rest in their labor, for their deeds will follow them."
Oct 5, 2015
Oct 5, 2015 at 10:10 PM UTC
I went down Dixie highway
Wherein it crosses River Road
I saw a jeep up ahead
Flashing its lights through mine ghost
I walked around the old greenhouse
Now turned into salon
Than I walked up to the miny mart
Just beyond the yonder trod
I bought mine last cigarettes
A pack of Marlboro reds
I knew than at that moment.......
This carcass shalt soon
be dead!!!!
This feelings hit me once again
I knoweth gods ready for me to come home
I'm not meant to be any slave to man
I was a seraphim of old
So bury me in with the saints
White roses please do leaveth on mine grave
I think today's the last day
Thou shalt see me on this page
I'm tasting iron blood again
I feeleth it in mine lungs
Maby its just tooth decay
Yet I tell thee I'm not dumb!!!
So remember me
And let me be
As tis I say goodbye
No questions to be asked
So please don't wonder why!!!
I was sent here
By thy creator to teacheth thou
I've been through hell and back
I think I'll see it again somehow
But God shalt renew me
Now it's time for me to leave
I've given up the spirit now
Now Satan leaveth me be
Put daisies in mine earsides
Put a white piano in the funeral room
Bury me with all mine poetry
Yet I'll leaveth one for thou too!!!
The one that I'll leaveth thee
Shalt be a scripture of love
Always forgiveth mine friend
No hate,
Remember thy God above!!!!
Jun 20, 2015
Jun 20, 2015 at 9:29 AM UTC
26
He gave up his ghost
26
I despised me the most
26
Finis
The end of the show!!!
Jun 7, 2015
Jun 7, 2015 at 1:26 PM UTC
For some,
Death's a doorway;
For others,
It's a lid.
May 7, 2015
May 7, 2015 at 10:43 PM UTC
The year following
Jimmy's death
(my first encounter,
and my little brother),
I smothered myself
In every read on
Parapsychology,
Astral beings,
OBE's, NDE's,
And plasma projections,
Reincarnation and all
Aberations.
I awarded myself
An Honorary Doctorate
In ******** (Ph. D.B.S.).
Then I met ****** Mary,
As the police called her.
Her keen abilities
Recovered bodies
And the snatchers.
She had a dead-on reputation.
She spoke German and gesticulated
Wildly while she oracled.
Her husband translated simultaneously.
Her sun-room shone,
There were plants on
Every table. No candles.
Perhaps I was mesmerized.
She had one message for me
From the other side:
Tell Francie to leave me alone.
Marlene
(my darling little sister,
And my next encounter),
Had a dream the very same
Day I saw my seer.
She dreamt Jimmy
Was alone,
Crying at home,
And through his tears
She clearly hears:
Tell Francie to leave me alone.
****** Mary was free,
That's right... no fee.
She said her gift
Was for sharing,
And she shared
Her gift with me.
Mar 6, 2015
Mar 6, 2015 at 8:12 AM UTC