I rose up parted away from my corpse
I hurled through the sky
My vision blurred
A tiny hurdle cuddled on ground
So small it would never be found
As wind hurled past me
I heard the voice of god
“Hell or heaven?” ” i know not about heaven or hell”
“Let me give you a trip to tell”
I saw myself crying in a cradle,
Biting keys and pushing a paddle.
I saw myself fight for life
And in the end, lost the strife
“This was hell you lived years 67.
Allow me to take you to the cherished heaven.”
I saw nothing only white.
Something happy in me took flight.
Eyes glittered, lips smiled,
Heart peaceful and mind set fine.
Green grass, blue water , white clouds
Snowy mountains. beautiful world of butterflies.
So peaceful, so beautiful as much could be
Like water flowing down a fountain
All good thoughts rushed in
And formed a mountain
“It was peaceful but too dull
As much as a post-war lull.
Let me go to the real world
You maliciously call hell”
“Once again you think and tell.”
“I would like to got to hell”
“I see you not have left desires”
“It’s my heart that never retires”
“I want to see the world again-
A different view- and feel the pain;
Love, happiness, joy and grief
Would give my heart relief”
“Let me go to the real world
You maliciously call hell”
“Once again you think and tell”
” Yes Iwant to go to hell”
Flash! suddenly white went black
I felt a hand below my back,
Broke my reverie, made me wake.
You would call it a child’s dream
No it’s true, I could have sworn
This is how I was dead and born.
(Written sometime in 2006. Original title has been changed on a friend’s suggestion.)