Drop Dead
Would you really like to know
when you drop dead where you may go?
Let me explain so you may see
how certain things are known to me.
I’ve often travelled in this land
that few can really understand
and most don’t try to go and see
except when spirits are set free.
This place is not the same as here,
although it’s really very near,
in fact it’s just a breath away
and whispers to us every day.
The things I’ve seen prove this to me
that nowhere is eternity,
though there's life on different plains,
all still continue with life’s games.
For many mansions has this land,
eternal law takes you in hand
and places you with your own kind
where all can share a common mind.
But if you don’t accept you’re dead
or pass with chaos in your head,
sometimes you’re lost and cannot find
a way to shed your tortured mind.
For some strange reason I don’t know,
sometimes a ‘living’ soul must go
to help lost souls to find their way
across the realms of night and day.
But I digress, I need to tell
what is this death, a heaven or hell?
Depending where you’ve made your bed
it can be either when you’re dead!
I’ve seen the devils and the gods
I fought with demons, felt their rods,
been bathed in beauty by each ray
of perfect love shining my way.
But what I learned, at no small cost
is none can change when life is lost,
whatever you are like that day
is exactly how you’ll stay.
Where you finally make your home
depends just where on earth you roam.
So did you really want to know,
when you drop dead where you will go?
Ivor G Davies
Copyright © Ivor Davies | Year Posted 2015
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