Simply connected

The heaven at the end of the light

Where all go regardless of their life

They walk on sleek golden roads

To meet the gods they once opposed

They are free to live how they please

Whether that be war or peace

The smell depending where you are

On one plane above the earth never scarred

Everything has the same feel as earth

And here is a paradise, for all a rebirth

The sound of playful fighting and deep understanding

Happens in the same heaven, no matter your standing

And if that bores them after thousands of years

They can ask the gods to leave and they will be all ears

They will be born again in the world of love

As the one god watches his children from above

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The different sides and times

I wander through the shine of night alone

The silver moon gleams with the glaring light

The beauty and the stillness of night shown

I think of secrets lost from all of sight

I slack on the porch and watch the waves flow

A slight breeze goes making leaves dance

The clouds pass with dazzling pictures

 The pool with all life of the sea glows blue

The sun arose along with sleepy eyes

All life lights up with the bright light

The actions of day rule the world 

Sounds of life small and large emerge

These times of life are seen by the makers of light

As they eternally cycle providing day and night

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Before and after death,

Dear grandparents of mine,

You are the ones I have heard so much about

You are the ones said to have been so fun and never in doubt

Yet sadly we never had the chance to really meet

But the memories of my mother are never worn or beat

My body met your kind hands when I was a young boy

Unfortunately my mind never got to meet you or your joy

You are the reason I get to enjoy the water

And I thank you for the goodness of your daughter

Now I come back to this poem from a trip from which I lost

Sometimes this world gives great times but at what cost

I know now the true, cold nature of death

When someone dear to you no longer has breath

My hands met that casket today and it was deathly cold

That pain was worse than I could have ever been told

My father's father will now live almost in solitude

Sometimes this unforgiving world is much to crude