What comes after Death?

many memories..
good and bad..
images flashing..
voices singing..

a moment will arrive in time..
no hiding so no value in pining..
religions create amazing explanations..
but what happens after we die?

A light at the end of the never-ending tunnel?
A walk through the valley of Death?
A reincarnation wheel?
A paradise where angels fly?

Where have my grandpas gone?
Have they found the answer to that lifelong question?
Can they hear me when I pray?
Do they know I miss them and speak to them sometimes?

Do we feel the dirt engulfing us?
Will I float through the clouds?
Does the burning flames hurt my physical possession?
Will I meet those long-gone when I one day become long gone?

The Fortune-Teller

decked out in red and gold..
little stalls cheer the walkers by..
not a cookie but a creature..
of wicked humor and century-long tenure..

the stout stool held its breath..
a blue denimed ass touched its face..
messing up the neatly-slicked carrot-top..
"my legs are about to give way!!"

"Tell me my fortune, wise man?
Let me know of my future."
exchanging breaths on wrists..
hugging pulses beating time..

comic expression became dead grim..
a sigh followed the raise of eyeballs..
twitch of the brows scared blue denim's owner..
"Tell me, wise man. Don't look so grim."

"With a rise, there is a fall.
With a fall, comes a war.
Between coldness and warmth you will choose to dwell.
Surround yourself with ones who mean well."

blankness broke the icy silence..
blinking back into reality..
the customer looked lost..
"Explain further, wise one."

a nod and more words to come..
"Nothing is certain in this life.
The only constant is change.
Let destiny and intuition lead the way."

pure crap..

The Trip

ethnicity.. eccentricity.. enthocentrism..
manifestation in the variety of race and colour..
religions from across all borders..
a sore thumb sticks out of the rut somehow..

sour prunes lacking in sweetness..
shallowness beheaded the worth of knowledge..
angry glares transformed to hopeful prayers..
what makes a man a slave?

contrasting black against snow-white..
generations emerge from ancient history..
tall concrete sprung off the Berlin Wall..
i despise those mindless stares..

new-found joys from short-term friendships..
turmoil churned in the stale of old..
it will either make or break..
the future beckons while the present froze..