The after life



One day in the afterlife town of nirvana, lived a spiritual being called Buddha and his assistant Cronus and the spiritual healer Athena and they worked together to bring the souls from their last life to their next life, there are so many souls up here already as they sip their methane smoothies and explore the kingdom.
The main people are Robert mike and Jenny who died in the same plane crash and Cronus was asking them what would they want to be or do in their next life, and Robert said, I don’t want to come back to earth because it is too dangerous and Cronus said don’t worry, we won’t force your decision but as a natural fact you need a new earth body and the decision is yours on who or what it is
And Robert said, what if I die like I did before, my last body was only 17 and had dreams of living forever, so why do you want me to come back, and Cronus said well, you want to live forever think about death as being an obstacle where, sure you will lose everything from your last life that you treasured but you can collect new memories and new treasures in your new house with your new parents in which you can choose through our earth cam tv and Jenny said can I look at that now, it is important to check out my new parents and whether they will let me party with my friends till all hours and Cronus said, yes but I can’t promise you that you will get parents who let their kids run wild but I can give you new parents who will listen to you when you need them too and Jenny said ‘whatever’ so there are parents like that and Cronus said all parents have your best interests at heart and Jenny said well, you don’t really know my parents do you, and Cronus said well, I do but all kids hate their parents discipline techniques and Jenny said ‘whatever’
And then said ok I will see the best parents for my needs, and I will get emotional to find out which parents care enough for her to pick and Cronus asked her do you want parents who take you on holidays or give up their time to take you to daily activities like sports tryouts or community performances or do you want to live in a nice community and Jenny said, I think we all do, don’t we
And Cronus said Athena needs to give your soul a check up and bless you off to your next life and then Cronus went up to mike who was a real party animal who loves to drink and Cronus said how about you have a methane smoothy on us which up here will improve the quality of your life and then Athena will give you a soul check to get you ready to be reborn in your next life, you see we need to make our decision now so you can be added to your next life, and mike said do you know where my parents are, I am an orphan and my parents died when I was 10 in a car accident and I am now 16, please send me toward them and Cronus said you know who could help you, Buddha, so I will send you to Buddha and he could help you locate them, and mike said, in my next life, is there a way that I won’t lose my parents early like this life and Cronus said, pick the family you want and then explore nirvana but you must speak to Buddha to see your parents
So mike went up to Buddha and asked him to locate his parents and Buddha said your parents are on Jupiter living near hurricane hill where they can have fun pushing hurricane activity away from earth but they are not really finding it easy, and mike said, yes that sounds like them because they lost their parents in the hurricane of 2006 and it sounds like them to try and control them but where did they go to earth, and Buddha said only your parents can tell you that, do you want to be close to them in their next life, I could arrange that, and mike said yes that sounds good and after about 3 hours the souls of Robert, Jenny and mike were reincarnated into the womb of their next life as they started to throw a few flies down to keep having fun with people which happens because flies have a 28 day life span so we need to have fun with them
Buddha Cronus and Athena sat down after sending their souls to the womb and drank methane smoothies and waited for the next souls including former prime minister jack Solomon who died after battling 40 years of cancer and he came up saying to Buddha and Cronus I am ready to become a child again and I want to make a difference and Cronus said
Just do what you want to do and you will make a difference, happiness is the answer and jack went to Saturn to watch a jazz bank perform and he really enjoyed it

your ocean eyes, I swim among
while your vocals are echoing smoothy with every word you've sung
your hair like luscious trees
your kindness so strong, every night it brings the sun to its very knees
the thought of you makes my heart brake
not out of sadness, but in some other way you make it ache
I know the thought of you only exists within my mind
but I hope someday, one like you, I will find
oh send my dream boy, waiting for me with an open heart
because in this lifetime the two of us seem to be worlds apart


© L.F.

my legs are tangled in the safety of yours
my head rests on your rising chest pulling me out of the cold chaos
my hair is calmed by the gentle breeze of your breath
my hand grips yours, pulling me out of the ruthless clutches of thought and depression
my mind is steady, smoothy sailing upon the eventide
so I sleep with the lights off

Was it not for joy they praised your ‘fairest’ birth
And plaited hair unend, your weavy piggy tail
Like lily grown… on alluvial plain?

Was it not a hallo placed on your rosy head
As mother pulled on end, and you leapt on holy ground
Like Papal’s pet… and sanctuary blessed?

Was it not all “yea” they nodded to agree,
That a future bright and temple well garnished
Will break the curses…earned in decades past?

How the heart of stone did oust the flesh of good
Prided deluded beauty, hewed for filthy dogs.
Saying with all zest…“it’s now my life”

Is it not a shame that every Jack has seen,
Foiled and ployed with fille, so tender and so dear
Like roses red… plucked at ease and will?

Is it not a shame that every Jack has caused
Unwholesome dent on flossy smoothy silk,
Unspeakable merch…deeds of rusty spite?

Is it not a shame that every Jack has felt
Fair Angelina faded from filthy crusty perks,
Angelic at birth… but fallen down to grass?  

Is it not a shame that every Jack has seen
Pure flow of red and sealed treasure robbed,
Previously bloomed… for the worthy “he”?

And then came the darkness
And the only thought that was was
When will the light run out
In the light of the tiny flame
panick ensued on the cold floor
And the cloaked figure seered
And couldn't see
In the presence of the monster
Which was not far
I dared not breath
I tried to stop my heart
But it was no use
Breath had to be drawn
Damm you, you smoothy brawn

They should meet at the right time in the right place. It’s supposed to be perfect, right? Guy meets girl —guy says “hey” —girl says “hey” back and girl finds herself  chuckling at he’s tasteless jokes and gets fascinated by his basic flexes. Blood flows to her cheeks turning them red as  the nakedness of his words of flattery ***** them. Each new day, they walk into the sunset of time and get tickled by the hourly breeze. The directions into each other’s hearts shouldn’t be hard to follow. One right, another right after the first right —skip the first right and take the second right after that right, right? It’s supposed to make sense right? She’s supposed to be the right girl and he’s supposed to be the right guy left for her, right? She’s the missing piece of the puzzle of his heart; the blueprint of his eternity. They should blend right; the smoothy of their bond bursts with the taste of their liquid love salad. They know each other; They understand each other. They say the right words and do the right deeds. They never argue or fight; they never fall short of each other cause they are the right height. I’m right, right?

The softest things in the world
Must be gathered to me
Immediately
Now

I need to wrap myself in silk
Linens, clouds, and sheep’s wool
All the smoothy smooth stuff
That all the smooth is made of

And have a bundled soft plant
Underneath my toe
And have the leaves of perfect size
Only forty more to go

And take the fluffeled ivories
Bound up in strands of cozy
And put my head upon it
Happy in my smile

I’ll go the distance if I need
Twelve thousand leagues at that
To find the softiest sunseed
That ever one has felt


Then I find the monks
Up in the Bangladugs
The ones that train all their lives
To perfect their cuddle hugs

And when I’ve gathered all to me
No matter how far they be
I will lie down in my room
Happy as a pea.

I think of you, and I’m overcome with boundless happiness,
giving into the astonishing aroma coming from your body,
so addictively powerful like amazing Apollo, shooting sparks
of immeasurable love in me like the glowing goddess Aphrodite,
keeping me so close to you, under your golden and angelic wings,
holding me so comfortably, my feelings all over the place,
so lost in your eternal flame, everything so strange as I drift
further into your great escape, crazy vibrations streaming
through my veins, visualizing the way you smile, how you
infect my mind with your powerful design, your unpredictable
rhymes so hypnotizing, intensifying, the lines and signs so divine.

Your solid swagger flexes in my system so smoothy and sensually,
so interestingly and poetically, telling me that you are the right one
for me, a man of many masterworks, a man that makes me feel
so close to your home, right in your arms, no need to call you
on my cellphone, because you are always with me, always
on time, always shining in my heart, a spark of passion tempting
me your youthful, rich, and lean physique, to embrace the glorious
trails of your waist, my mouth gliding up your chiseled abs,
manly chests, and sensational neck, taking in all the intriguing
tattoos covering your fully fecund flesh, treasuring every area,
everywhere that I stare so carefully created, so perfectly pleasing,
serving me its mountains of magnetic magic, spectacular angles
and triangles, the sines so sublime, flying so high inside your
cosines of handsomeness, the geometrical gleam, the
trigonometrical thrill so real as I seep inside the endless
derivatives of your tremendous instrument, overtaken
by your huge and electrifying wave.