By: Tony L. Jefferson, Jr.
After I die, I want to be dressed in an all black suit
With some new boots
While I’m drifting up to heaven
I don’t want no fears, no tears, and no sneers
Just cheers
Cause I’m finally going home
Cause earth is hell sometimes froze over
Full of shady ass bitches and trifling bastards
I wanna go where the realist have gone
To bask in the new sunlight of the truth
It’s easy to envision a world better than here
Cause this is no world where we’d like to live
We’re placed here as a test
Testing what?
I have no clue
I guess I’ll find out what’s true after death
Very nice post, it flows great and very expressive
I really like this poem, heaven knows I have felt the same many times myself, it’s a universal feeling — I like the way you describe being dressed. My ‘ode’ to this subject involved more the songs I wanted played at my wake and how I didn’t want people to mourn but to celebrate.
IF you ever feel like checking out some of my words on the page, http://imuapress.wordpress.com/
is more poetry, stream of consciousness, etc. and
http://imuafilm.wordpress.com/
is kinda more about what I do for a living, which is also a ‘creative’ field, but freelance, tv and film.
I want to write a poem ‘response’ if that’s cool, will probably post on imuapress in a day or so, if you check back.
I like exchanging ideas with other writers and writing riffs off each other’s stories, songs, words and love affairs with language, light and the other side of life.
Keep writing! I like this one!