[Newspoetry] Afterlife

[DL Emerick]

In underworld we come upon the dead
who haunt the spectral in afterlife,
images lack substantiality,
like ideas floating about, thinking
of times outside the present moment.

All ghosts are an astral projection,
a reconstruction reality,
gathered from faulty memory,
managed by emotive reason,
according to the needs of the id.

The seeming realness of the spooky,
the uncanny resemblances of the dead,
when they come to us more than alive
causes fright and fear in our dreamings
or tempt us in forbidden pleasures.

One never is unhaunted, living,
to walk with the dead respectfully,
giving them your bloody sacrifice,
so, drinking, they may speak to you well
of things you had not yet come to know.

We call it prophecy, these dead words
spoken in our dreams by the lost dead,
telling us tales of their joys and woes,
how our lives will be crossed over,
by the paths of events they project.

The dead do not care to deceive us,
they speak the utter truth without care,
they are beyond the being we know,
in a time where nothing stands supreme
except the fact that life is over.