Poet friends from the cemetery

Poet friends from the cemetery Often brings my soul way into a cemetery It is an amazing old place, maybe a thousand, a thousand years old garden of the past lives There is an old church, a thousand years old A thousand old years old one, so beautiful An old local teacher told me that walls contain tiles from the Roman period. – Hmm, history. Amazing place, with tombs from different ages In this garden, the sun never shines – never The trees are huge, and the ancient vegetation so nice, and rampant. Oh life! Life lives here In this place, in the garden of the dead. Life So many times I visited this garden; the inspiration Yes, that’s why, I need ideas and fantasy Good to meditate here, yes, just sit here On a corner of an old tomb, and see the view Incredible place. Old names, people, nobles I love all of them. They help me, love me They see my sad life and understand, hmm And magic, this place is a gate to the other side Yes, I know it, I have spiritual experience from this place. Angelic and demonic. Oh, Hell! So interesting, there lives a lot of soul still One always followed me to my home. Close And used me to drink, and helped me to write Maybe an old dead priest or a wise teacher. I don’t know, but this is true and fantastic! Communicate with the dead people’s souls Hmm, magic, parapsychology, the same for me. The same for me. Same things. Yes. So interesting, I am a Hungarian But my entity was an English man. And my mind and soul were compatible He used my mind in Hungarian. Unbelievable. So, after death, there is no difference Everybody understands everyone. Great! Soon I will visit this cemetery again I must find my old died living friend For ideas, for friendship, for wisdom He will get a bottle of red wine gift We will drink together, until my death