Is there life after death ~ listen for yourself

Life after death 🌟

This is my story told to me by an Associate some years ago

David was a Doctor, very successful, not a man-made religious type at all. One day just out of the blue he sat in my office, across a desk, looking for answers from a confident

David was a compassionate soul still he didn’t have time for fools who took up his time with the mundane life’s going on, until suddenly he saw things that weren’t in any scientific journals.

No smiles, so I laid back in my chair, turned off all devices locked the doors.

This coming from David indeed was going to be not the guy I ever expected to have experienced or whatever brought his own personal story to me.

David was tense, hands were clenching, brow had perspiration running down his hairless head.

Watching the body language one knew that he trusted me enough to talk this happening though. Seconds passed nothing was coming from his mouth. Patiently all came tumbling out like a roaring river crashing into advent, after the advent of patient’s passing over into dimensions he had observed in final hours of life.

Experience with death as David was a Palliative Care Specialist he had seen death head-on from children to the elder walking away from decaying bodies no longer necessary.

Listening, allowing David to live out this miracle that folk really never experience in a lifetime yet here was this remarkable Doctor commitment to life and then these souls left their mangled bodies behind. Yes, Palliative Specialist sees and feel the horror and pain to hard to bare.

Aftermath of life

David became a Patient too. He was reaching out for answers from somebody else who perhaps may guide his relationship with man-made religion ideals ~ scientific learnings ~ self-belief of Professional Standards.

You thought your life story was abhorrent, thought for Palliative Care Specialist. Every person regardless of gender or education still have questions about death.

David experience with daily basis of death dominated his world, he too stopped questioning himself and accepted what he saw when a soul walked away ~

Peace ✌️


Triple treat honey ~

“THREES!” a poem July 5, 2019 (Friday)

Have you met The Triplets? (pause) They’re-a-TRIPLE-THREAT:


Beauty! and (pause)


He’s not perfect, you aren’t either.

Imagine triplets, oh, my what will we do

The least you can get over your OCD 🙃

You bet!

Eyes! like-angels’ Half moon’s without-a-fret!

Seeing The World – a little reluctantly,

But together, they-throw-a-“net,”

Of beauty and charm over you, AND They have a wonderful pet!

Their-“pet” is-a-“doggie protector!” Fast-as-The-Wind! Gentle-with-friends, and-yet,

You-KNOW not to-mess–with-“his-gals,” for he won’t set,

And observe any “hanky panky!” So, you’d better-let,

Those gals have their way – They like nightlife- with-fine-wine, quite-wet!


They like guys!


And -SILLY! –

Like-some-boys I-think-they’ve-often-met!

fin <3

Fairest angel ~ thousand years old

“IS SHE EVEN OF AGE?” a poem Friday, July 5, 2019

My Girl! She’s-about-25, but some say: “She’s pushin’ a-thousan(d)!”


And – She’s arousing me – every time I see

My Girl! Is-she-The-Fairest-Angel in-E-ter-nity? (pause)

YES! (pause) She is blonde! and she is bu – XXX -ommmmm;

When-I-see-her I jus’ go: “Ummmmmmmm –

Mmmm – ay I – buy you a drink or get you any-thing?

Or – live with you FOR-EVER? How-’bout a diamond ring?

Or – THE WORLD! or – “A Couple o’ Worlds TO GO!?”

My Girl! She-is The-Purtiest-Filly I know!

And, when Her eyes sparkle, I pretty-much PASS OUT!

My Girl! Gosh! She’s-pretty! OF THAT, THERE’S NO DOUBT!

So, IF she’s 14 or 40 or “Older Than Dirt,”

My Girl’s so pretty, it makes me JUST HURT!

fin <3


Haze till you drop you bastards ~ gotcha 🤪

“KIDNAPPED!!” a poem July 5, 2019 (Friday)

We’re-ALL-a-bunch of kidnappers, exploiting [one another] left and right;

We kidnap friends-‘n’-neighbors! and family-members-“out-of-sight!”

It may be for a few minutes, but-often for hours – OR DAYS!

We’re just KID-NAPPERS! (pause) and-we-also-like to-“haze!”*

To: torment and torture “our prisoners” ’til they cry;

Then, we release them – with a cunning eye!

We wait! for the next opportunity to kidnap them, for their money or a ride,

Or we like to get them into solitary confinement, where we have tied,

Them down, for-the-purpose-o’ “talking off their ears,”

While filling them [mercilessly!] with worry and fears!

We’ll let-“the-kidnapped”-go (later), telling others, “Oh, yes! We’re ‘dears,’

Who LOVE-to-be-together,” as you offer [him/her] tissue-for-tears!

This is how we do it, as we put two fingers together,

Signifying that : “We’re-‘mutual [kidnappers]’ connected-by-an-insidious-tether,”

Of torment, suffering, joy-and-pain,

To-make-us-happy? operating!? as-ONE “Insane,”

“Couple!” or “Duet” or-A-SET –





fin <3

  • – A term I learned at West Point, New York, meaning: harass!

When really nice people get REALLY UPSET, you-KNOW-they’ve-been-holding-it-in-A-REALLY-LONG-TIME!!!!

“REALLY NICE!” a poem July 6, 2019 (Saturday)

And when-they -get REA-ea-ea-lly, REEEEAAAAlly upset, you-better break out The Lime,

And-be REA-eally ni ce, serving say: vory-coconut-tea – or-lime-flavored gin-and-tonics!

Or-else! You’re-liable-to-die because-they-might-have crude weapons, like spears and kniv es, tipped with onyx!

Onyx knife tips! Chiseled! that can-cut you to “The-Bone!”

Really, really NICE PEOPLE! Don’t be caught with them alone,

Like – in a dark alley or – in your bath-a-room!

It could be THE DEATH OF YOU! or-worse? Your: Doom!

Oh, you-know-me!! I’M-JUST-KIDDING! What-they-REALLY-do:

IS [Well!] Just-BE NICE!! &-Kind! (sometimes!) Give you gifts! and-nice-meals-too!

Like: EVERYONE IN MY FAMILY (according to “M U M!”) are: “Nice Folk!”

Well! (pause) I don’t know ’bout that! I think it could-be A-JOKE?

BECAUSE (pause) I have seen my parents!* on FULL MOON nights,

[My Folks-are-in their mid-80’s now!] I’ve-seen-’em-wearing: BLACK-s-x-y-TIGHTS!

I’ve-seen-’em – DOING STUFF AT MIDNIGHT! in The-Telly-Vision-Room,

That SHOULDN’T be mentioned in “mixed company!” like: Mom! with her broom!

I think she flies around on it! AND! Beats Daddio – pretty good!

One-word: “sexbondageorgy!” and (pause) They wear “The Orgy Hood!”

I’ve seen ’em burning STRANGE INCENSE! and casting – the strangest spell,

Which [I-just-know] summons terrifying beasts! from – some Putrid, Loathsome Hell,

AND! IF-I-ask-’em: “How are you?” or “What-do-you-think-you’re-doing?”

They look at me, and (kinda) HISS! with-a cauldron brewing!

They say: “We’re making – a REALLY NICE tea! (pause) with crumpets and jam,

And I SAY: “Sure you are-and-you’re-both-REALLY-nice, aren’t you?”

[and-Mum-says: “I AM!”]

And Pop agrees!!! (spooky!) and IN THE MORNING, IT’S ALL CLEANED UP,

And I find: AN UNUSUAL TEA – in a REALLY NICE, SINister cup!**

[Daddio sometimes reminds me: “The A-corn-don’t-drop-far-from-The-Oak?-Hey?”***

And I go: “Are-you-REALLY-my-father?” “JUST ASK YOUR MUMMY – KAY!”]

fin <3

  • – AND sometimes my creepy, little sister . . . and her husband sometimes too!

** – I think IT could be The Holy Grail! 🙂 – or worse!

Addendum: And I look at The Tea! Yes, I look – VERY CARE-FUL-LEE! If-you-think-I’m-drinking-that-stuff, you-got-another-thing-comin’ ! [‘Cause-it-smells-so-so-spoo-oo-kee!]

*** – or O K !


“HAPPY FATHERS’ DAY USA – ALMOST 250 YEARS LATER! a poem, dedicated: to DADDIO!😁💥

HAPPY FATHERS’ DAY USA – ALMOST 250 YEARS LATER! a poem, dedicated: to DADDIO! {June 17, 2018} “My paternal grandfather was Benjamin Henry Davis, who taught me how to swat “flies,” my maternal grandfather was John Milton Crockett, who taught me how to stand on one leg, and my FATHER IS Samuel Eugene Davis, who taught me everything else!” The Mystic Poet.

WHAT’S A FATHER GOOD FOR? In an environment like this?

He can not take you “there” outside and teach you how to P – – S,

‘Cause Mama sets you on the pot and tells you when to go,

Culture’s-about-molding-you, NOT-finding-(good)-places, you-know!

AND – IF you ever “whip-it-out,” it’s pub(l)ic in-de-cen-cy,

EVEN IF YOU “GOTTA GO!” No toilet? JUST WAIT! and see!!

CONTAIN YOURSELF! Hold it in! And wait until you burst,

‘Cause THAT’S POLITE! And RULES RULE – PLUS – stifle your ol’ thirst!

Until you have forgotten, when to drink or pee,

So (pause) What’s a daddy good for? A LOT, MY SON – LET’S SEE:

Your father, IF he still has b – – – s, slips wisdom in between,

The things that are acceptable and those THEY call obscene!

So, here are just-a-few – Old things, That, KIDS, ya better know:

(IF you’re Daddy WASN’T there, because he had to go!)

Find a mate who COOKS! and-also-”cooks”-you-good-in-bed!


By-a-spouse or authorities, who have the “legal means,”

To mess you up – and make you doubt – THE WISDOM OF YOUR TEENS!

DOING RIGHT’s-about-INSTINCT – It may NOT coincide,

With Mrs. Manners manner – (pause)


AND TOLERATE M O S T E V E R Y T H I N G that might be tossed your way,

By your spouse or family – or governments today.

HONOR PEOPLE I F YOU CAN – IF they are not too crazy:

And IF their rules don’t feel right, just find you a nice DAISY,

And pick it sweet and kiss it tender and whisper in its ear:

“I LOVE YOU, LITTLE DAISY – We’ve nothing much to fear!”

So, any-hoo – there are a few, (pause) Wise-Things (my) Daddy-threw-at-me!

I thank-him-kindly, and hope-to-remember [HOW-TO] TAKE A-MANLY-P – – !!* 🙂

fin. <3

    • secretly and sometimes and such!! <3