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 ✌️

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Triple treat honey ~

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

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

Beauty!

Beauty! and (pause)

Beauty,

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!

And!

They like guys!

With-appreciative-eyes,

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)!”

Well, I DON’T KNOW ABOUT THAT! but I KNOW she’s A-ROUSIN’

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

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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 –

OF-DUALISTIC-CO-CONSPIRATORS,

On-Social-Media!

KIDNAPPED!

On-The-Internet!

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 !

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“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!

And DO WHAT’S “RIGHT,” EVEN-IF, YOU GET-SLAPPED IN THE HEAD,

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)

Of-executing-your-best-”dive,”

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
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Soul Mates ~ ♾

"Every heart sings a song, incomplete, until another heart whispers back. Those who wish to sing always find a song. At the touch of a lover, everyone becomes a poet." ― Plato

Sir, left America to live in Ireland finally settling in with his Lady Love

True story ~

This story time, dreams came true, to lost people finding themselves a true soul mate, being a romantically inclined female this little blog is very personal and it truly does tickle my heart strings. Gosh how delicious two Grown ups in love. Look at Sirs’ face looking at his woman now committed for eternity ❤️ congratulations you two, my Heroes against all odds.

You can rise up from anything. You can recreate yourself completely. You’re not ”stuck”. You have choices no matter what time in your life, don’t forget to look behind closed doors you thought were closed and peek inside your soul mate may be hiding too. And together never look back ©️@mdavis

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Promises were not Guarantee ~ You deserve better 🐝

“LET’S NOT SET OURSELVES UP TO FAIL!” a poem July 4, 2019 series: TDC! Thursday!

Now, some folks say: “TRYING’S WORTHLESS,” but trying is all we’ve got!!

With no future guarantees, we-DON’T-have-to be-on-The-Pitty-Pot!

Of-course, we-can-drink-&-smoke &-set-friends-up, saying: “Yeah, you promised me!”

But (really) PROMISES are-not GUARANTEES in This Land of Un-certainty!

So, watch what you say – to-A-Believer, for s[u]re:

PROMISES-“set-in-stone?” can-dissolve!? It-IS just-MAT – T[E]R!

If-someone-promises-The-World, they-better-deliver-to-morrow?

Or: “Hey, now -YOU! PROMISED! YOU!-are-bringing-me-SORROW;

YOU! have broken my heart, for I-like-my-hopes-set,

On fairies and Kings -di-a-mond rings! and-a-SURE-BET?!”

fin <3

You deserve flowers on your doorstep and coffee in the morning. You deserve notes left on your dashboard going to work. You deserve honesty every day. You deserve ice cream sundaes at 3 am. You deserve kisses and hugs every one hour. You deserve to be told every day how truly you are loved. You deserve to be able to do what you want by following your passion. These are not promises, these are what you deserve cause you are precious to me.

A promise was created to be broken by the Human race – don’t react to empty Words ~ Promise

Instead of using empty words, start with ~ you deserve 🌏

LETTER TO MY HUSBAND ©️

To my adored HUSBAND

I knew you would be away with your mates sometimes

That’s what males do

And I accept that and I know you will always come home to me sooner or later

Missing you is worth it,

Missing you reminds me how much your worth it

I missed your voice today, no little love notes on my phone

I wonder what you are doing, all these creepy notions race through my mind

Then I whisper my secret mantra, you insisted I learnt and all my senses came alive smiling to myself, my Husband knows how to soothe me

I adore my Husband each GOODBYE is a reminder of how every moment in your arms, is a precious moment in time

Distance is not a factor with us, cause I know the sweetest scenario lays in your arms together and wherever you go we will never be alone

My husband is perfectly suited to me cause he knows exactly why I love him just the way he is 💙

Letter to my husband
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Take a little box ~

Take a little box now. Put all your dreams inside

All of them will come true. I’d never let them die

But promise me just one thing. You’d never leave my side

Make me a part of your dreams. That’s where I want to lie

I can promise you one thing

No matter what we may go through

There will be a happy ending

I know I often struggle to keep my heart on check

Without you there’s no colour, it’s just white and black

Without you I ain’t human, just a piece of wreck

I have to have you with me. So please just come right back

And our love will be ascending

No matter what we may face

There will be a happy ending

There’s a fallen empire. Here’s a mighty Queen 

I am on my knees for you with a diamond ring

Look at me and say ‘yes’ and bring me eternal spring

Beyond the clear night sky, my love is transcending

Time and tide may cease but my love is never ending

And I promise you one thing

There will be a happy ending

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“FINDING HOME!” ♾

“FINDING HOME!” a poem within a poem Friday: Sept. 28, 2018

“DADDY, DADDY, please, please let-me-go-HOME!”

“Well-Honey! You-might-discover-IT (pause) in-a-special-poem!”

“This-here; this-here! Is not HOME!

So, I-went-to-the-beach! and soaked in ‘the foam!’ “

There are so many oceans! All-over I did roam:

Still! I-never-found-IT! (I) Never found my HOME!

I like(d) to read! So I-searched every tome –

Concerning-directions! to guide me HOME!

Kubla Khan – built-The-Pleasure-Dome;

Will-pleasure guide me? Bring me HOME?

Asleep-in-bed – In dreams I would “comb,”

To find some directions – so-I-could-find-me-my-HOME!

No! (sigh) Not-in-bed!* Shall-I-dig-in-the-loam?

I’ll-dig-an-Earthly-portal! It-will take me HOME!

So, I dug me a tunnel – and found me a gnome,**

Who pointed the way (he-said!) – to-my precious HOME!

The Gnome (that’s known as Facebook) prescribed to me The Ohm,***

Which I then recited (repeatedly) – until I found a poem,

Called ONCE UPON A TIME (or HOME), I think – this is how it goes:

ONCE UPON A TIME … BEFORE TIME … [written/posted: July 17, 2015]

NON-DUALITY …

WE MET INSIDE a flower, before the cup did bloom. So, we were pressed together, inside our little room. The flower smelled like lotus and savory cherry wine. We knew that, in a moment, upon our love, we’d dine. (S)he whispered that (s)he loved me and nibbled on my ear. When you’re wrapped inside a lotus, there’s nothing that you fear.

DUALITY …

When you’re wrapped within a flower, and it’s where you want to be, the lips of your condition, whisper, “Mon Cheri.” Yet, brush of breath caresses, touching petals still. And inception, very gently, awakens every will. Yet, what sadness pain will offer? Who can really say? But, our process, born of seeking, it is the sacred way! When suffering meets the lotus, with a joyful song, then, NOTHING’S LOST AND NOTHING’S GAINED, and things just get along!

HOME … a.k.a.: “H-ohm!”

I found myself in YOU; you-find-yourself-in-me; I knew-it in a moment! [You’re]-My Lotus Company! I find my HOME-WHEN-I-think-of-you – or WHEN I see your face; I re-discovered HOME, Sweet Home, (while) lost-in-the-human race! HOME is WHERE my Heart is! My-Heart’s-a-“shooting star!” My-Heart!-Your-Heart-in-the-Heart-of-God! HOME is WHO we are!

And, when I read it faithfully, what do you suppose?

I found THIS LOTUS FLOWER might-be-a-HOME-for-me;

I wondered who the poet was – so I sought him out with glee:

It was a Texas Cowboy, know as The Mystic Poet!

“Hey, Hey!” I said; “This-guy’s-for-me! I-surely-think-I-know-it!”

Well, sure enough – I found IT – My HOME, at last, with him –

And-he-found-his-HOME-too-I’m-sure! Before? His life was grim,

But, NOW, we two, we lay in BED – our HOME’s there every day,

And ALSO on The BEACH-that’s-right! We feel the ocean spray,

And-we-burrow-deep, within The Earth – and roll upon the sod,

Where-our-HOME-is-with-the-sky-and-trees;

(Your Lover’s truly GOD!)

And, wherever-we-are is a Pleasure Dome; we kiss and touch and cuddle,

Beside the fireplace – on thick, warm rugs – or – splashing in a puddle,

When we go walking (in the rain)! I’ve found my HOME, alright;

Our pinkies squeeze, our blood co-mingles – my life is filled with Light!

So, that’s my story! (pause)

HOME’s-not-really-a-place-but-a-certain-state!

And, when you find – that-special-someone,

HOME’s-with that (Your) “Soul(full) Mate!” 🙂 – Whoopee!

fin. <3

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* – I guess!

** – pronounced: “N – ohm!”

*** – a nice word to repeat, if feel like it! 🙂 – pronounced “Oh – Mmm!”

LETTER TO MY HUSBAND 💥

I remember a wise woman told me once how to keep a husband

* never place a chain around his neck *
My husband is perfectly suited to me cause he knows exactly why I never demand or judge him
My husband will always come home to me
Or maybe yes or no he will come to me
Those wise words stay with me dear husband
Cause it really does not matter what you do I will love you always
And if you do stay away, I will not be angered by you
I will love you and be happy when you MOVE ON cause I had the best of you
I know you will always think what could have been with us
Now just one thing, you will never take from me
The memories of us that are locked in my heart forevermore
💥m

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