Afterlife
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I hope I’m 17 in Heaven
Rock’n Van Halen, sneaking into bars
Living for the night and hanging in the sun.
Sure hope I’m 17 in Heaven when my breathin’ days are done.
With Such Profound Thoughts
Ive Felt You Before
As You Guided My Hand
When You're Near
Yet Not Around.....
I See The Connection
While Others Just See
Their Time And Their Space
One Can Only Imagine
This Place I Cannot Describe.....
In Between This Darkness Of Time
Trespassing Through
This Light Into Life
It Was You, Guiding My Way.....
I Became A Spectator Of My Own Life
Covering myself in the atrocities of every human, plant, and animal, I could think of myself no more rotten, no less than putrid.
As soon as the rosy-lining of sun appeared,
The children sprang from their homes and met at the center.
Their soiled feet pounded the stone pathways, alerting the
Could somebody take me somewhere pleasant?
It's all I have ever asked of someone.
How is someone to be omnipresent?
They cry "all hail the one and only son."
.
Life never stops they say,
Its the history of our tale,
Gifts and talents we've acquired,
Hustling to reach our goals.
.
In the route of tornadoes and strife,
We stumble and fall,
What comes after death?
What lies beyond the final breath?
Is the body just a mere shell?
Do we really go to heaven or hell?
Or the murky fields of Asphodel?
Or are we all under a spell?
I’m everywhere.I’m all around.I’m not in one place.
I don’t have a body.I am more than a body.
I don’t take up any space.I don’t have any insides.I don’t have any outside.
I opened my eyes today once that was a game I'd playLearned through heartache and pain.I pray every night you're not dead you're okayDiscovered how to live even in down pouring rain.
To Whom it May Concern,
I hope this letter finds you alive and well,
because at least that would make one of us.
When you die, a lot of people believe you go live up in the sky.
I think your spirit thrives and lives wherever it wants to arrive.
Crispy weather awakens a slumber within my veins.
The woods dread of the painted ink draped across their shoulders.
My air is stolen from the seeds in the ground so they can grow higher than before.
Silent Ones
When the sky is dark, and the wind is cold,
And the rain comes down, fold on fold,
With a fierceness beyond my very own,
They haunt the lands searching of peace.
Loneliness and isolation are their eyepiece,
As they roam through the emptiness alone.
So close to death,
I’m already decomposing
So close to life,
My heart has barely stopped beating
The Romans would have carved into their gravestones:
non fui, fui, non sum, non curo--
“I was not, I was, I am not,
I don’t care.”
You now know the answer
To my most frequent question
I never dared to try
Knowing I couldn’t share the information
How is it?
See the thing about God is...
People
You, me, he, she, I, they, we...
People
love to forget their own purpose.
Love to live in the bliss or ignorance,
I wonder what happens to us
When the blood no longer courses through our veins,
When we eternally close our eyes to the light and color and beauty of this world
In my ultimate refrain
I've only my sorrows
On the edge of the morrow
Shouting the regrets of my pain!
Whither indwells my disdain
I am hither harrowed
My path is narrowed
When memory calls upon me
I sit to remember
Joyous or Melancholy
Awake or in slumber
The sights I have seen
The things I have known
The people I’ve loved
Even though some are gone
drive with me
five myth flea
take that key
bake in the drivers seat
temptation and pure refresher
cremation and peer pressure
party all night
sleep all day
All is one in the universe, son.
You need not fear, we all end up dying young.
Remarkable fortune will surely appease
Your preoccupied mind and your failure to see
That salvation is in front of your eyes.
You awaken my ungratified soul,
Lest I lay in the snare of my skin and bones,
You resemble an angels grace and a sense of hope,
Take my spirit and don't let go.
Call me in and let the light rush forth,
Gently floating down,
Gliding past lavender crowns,
Down, down, falling,
Brushing past flowers, and whispering,
Sweet, sweet words
of love, joy and pain;
Exchanging memories
I can’t see you, but maybe
you can see me.
Even if our eyes can’t reach
through this thinly veiled reality that I live in,
I know you’re watching
and waiting patiently for me anyway.
The ominous shudder of the dark
The time of night when Death should mark
Those who will not pull through their strife
He will come and take their life
The angels sing as you arrive
Girl in Blue wading in golden grain so tall it tickles her palms as she strides toward a nearby spruce.
She breathed in the air fresh from a recent rain.
Seeing Angels passing by,
I know you're safe with them.
Even though I cry,
my only feeling is Zen.
Walking through the door,
of your eternal homecoming,
you have found so much more,
You’ve looped yourself around me
You’ve laced yourself through me
You’ve tied your knot inside me
You’re tangled up about me
You refuse to let me go.
Death will come regardless. What’s after is what I fear. Will I burn in hell forever, Or be with God a thousand years? Will I sing in a band of demons, Or be in the holy choir? Will I repent at the feet of God, Or will he call me a liar? Can you
Sorrow sorrow brother is deadCremated into ashes put in a jar the new child tot tot topples it overWhat to do what can be doneScramble to scoop brother back into his homeSome ashes are missedLicked up by the cat
His eyes rose to her at once:
a girl his age, towering over him,
ox-wide and fair-haired,
a model for that opera about rings.
Northern lights trickled
from wounds beside her temples.
When I die, my body will become the grass
When I’m gone, there will be a crack on the glass
My spirit will be an overwhelming mass
And my footsteps will cause an earthquake in class
Green, lush flora, flowing, swirling 'round.Such beauty remains unaffected y man,If only it was left to itself.Earth will continue post-humankind,Lacking our catastrophic disturbance.
Flaming trees sway in an airless breath,
but all you see is variants of black
. The gnarly wood, that isn't there,
burns in a fiery ice.
Red and black, flows the water;
blue and silver burns the flames,
Falling slowly as time does pass
All my problems seem to amass
Into some great raging abomination
Overtaking me with dark sensation
Oh, to find the slumber and peace that eludes me with every twist and bend of these unfamiliar streets
I'm the sheltered homeless beneath the glass future that breaks more each second
Walking into a coffee shop
I see an old man
Dark black suit
Great white tie
Golden gloves on his hands
Watching your body as it lay there so cold
While trying my hardest to look so bold
turning, I see people staring in spite
cause you and I are dressed all in white
so taking the stand, a few words I will say
