Lord Lilly Loved Toast

By Joolz

The pub thinks my stories are getting longer. This one certainly bites the bit. I just wanted it to be magical, but I keep plotting the dip. Melancholy, depressionlet's profess them today. Let's get the grim reaper into fast gear and sail away to Led Zeppelin on his cloud sledge. This isn't a suicide note. I would be clear on that. This one is happy ending; the skeleton smiles are all in the day clouds. Its always testing you apart, looking for some magic answer to question how selfish is my heart?

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Nov 30, 2017
• ISBN: 9781546284741

Joolz

Our life experiences don't define us, but build the foundation for who we need to be happy. I was lucky to have found the most incredible life philosophy of Nichiren Daishonin Buddhism (www.sgi-uk) and only at 47 feel like my life has possibility. We chant nam myoho renge kyo to fight against our human fundamental darkness of greed, anger and foolishness. I would like to be well run a Buddhist community centre and a animal rescue centre. Health wealth and happiness.

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Published by AuthorHouse  11/28/2017

ISBN: 978-1-5462-8467-3 (sc)

ISBN: 978-1-5462-8474-1 (e)

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dedicate my book to anybody experiencing depression or OCD and I would like to say thank you to my bosses and colleagues, our care home residents and my Sokka Gakkai International Buddhist Network and my housemates, and my family for all their patience and my doctors, my loves, my psychiatric nurse, my support group and my council and my job centre and my animal friends and Author House, to my Landlord and Landlady, Celia and whoever I forgot to mention sorry.

Contents

The End Part 1

The End Part 2

The End Part 3

The End Part 4

The End Part 5

The End Part 6

The End Part 7

The End Part 8

The End Part 9B

Plan B the end finis

The End Part 11

T Rex

Part 2

Part 3

Cats Tales

Lesbian Love Story

Imagination Time Warpa And Destiny

Imagination Part 2

Imagination Part 3

Imagination Part 4

Next Story

Once Away A Long Time Ago

The End Was Not Funny

The Curse Of The Black Rose

Falcon

For Lady Mayoress

Witchy Witchy Wae

Patrick’s Poem

Lord Lilly Love

Mermaids Tales

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The End

Part 1

T he enchanted castle was a speck in my brain that I hadn’t ruined by wreck less ness fear or rejection. It was an ivory tower as big as two hillsides put together and white as a unicorns’ heart and black as a panthers glossy black coat.

This was a mock ivory tower bound together by white painted ivy and sprinkled with fake snow effect, snow and glitter, which in the sunlight looked as naff as it sounds described. But in my mind’s eye, in the clouds of my mind where this place is real, the palace of princess thunder is real. It is a white tower and it lives in a kingdom of clouds and it is held together by the enchantresses spell never to sell never to tell and never to yell. And it so obviously rhymes we’ll call it hell I mean spell.

Princess Thunder was named after her godmother Rupunzel, she had inherited her castle after Rupunzel got too old to get up all the stairs and was admitted to accident and emergency after choking on a pea and never heard of again in the land of fairy tails and rhymes.

Lady Thunder was very different from the petite gentle Rupunzel. Thunder was boisterous bossy and too much of a self made handful for anyone to get a clasp on. The ADAH was never diagnosed but her contentment came from knowing the clouds were always there and she could.

She had lived in her tower boxed off from the world and boxed away from anyone for over a century now. She had a cat Bagins for company and the crackle of a warm fire in the winter which sent chimney smoke dramatically up the centre of the tower to the delight of the very rare tourist.

This was how she made her revenue she would have a wig sit in the window and imitate her godmother Rupunzel spinning her weave. She was incredibly bored with this and frustrated in every field of endeavour. She wasn’t quite sure what would put this right.

It got so boring she could hardly keep her eyes open. Then lady plentiful came along, you know the sort!

The End

Part 2

T he ivory tower was fading partly because no one believed in fairy tales dreams or you any more. Believe in you yourself. This almost exhumed the breath of the reader as she read her own grave died of lack of trying. Dieing came the waiting game was over. What seemed lifetimes away was finally undone. Well at last one prayer was answered and even that doctor death would be a disappointment as she realised cloning to negativity was an excuse was an escape and was okay.

The life had run out of love and run out of strength to keep the eyelids open. It’s the fairy tale tower we should have demolished the day anyone suggested hinted or re-read the fairies weren’t dead… they don’t voice in mushrooms… they don’t believe in you… they ate all the sugar and they don’t rhyme with blue. She couldn’t hold her eyes open long enough to hold the page open.

The ivory tower was crumbling in the distance as the jigsaw crashed to pieces as her hopes run out and left the tears going stale on the very mat that she would return once more and swallow herself up in red and cling to hope it isn’t yet dead. He buried the tunnel and bashed the seams of your love away then said goodbye and see you next shift on the pillow between midnight fears and midnight.

Struck out struck gold who thought the box set would get too old to sit in the sun and watch the cricket or bury my toes frozen in yesterday’s river picnic where the river lapped me up and my hot water ran free and the triangle of infidelity escaped with the oncoming monsoon which interrupts your ears and eavesdrops welcomes lovers ears and clearing the space on the clouds in heaven where this tower did you belong did the blighter knock it down or has strength renewed the veins that hold your eyes and sets sight its reigns.

The End

Part 3

T hunderstorm’s rattles and roars past three doors and sets us afloat the clouds part and the dim distant hope returns through the moat of time gone by and all the yesterdays beckoning the love that help her strong the reckoning the vulnerability she held in her hands all those years the love concern and mending melting into one big enveloping it’s the death in us all by giving a blank spot. Get back to the tower or night help us lot. So it’s overhead… it’s in your head ...it’s in the cloud that sails NY… in the luxury moment to picture the treasure tower within your soul which lurks and wrestles with you from time to begin.

The tower stands strong as the day you gave birth… strong as the creation force that gives me a constant headache… its the day you decided to build on what you got brick by brick not sell the lot job lot. It’s go again and princess thunder is waiting for you too… it’s the cousins who just know and love you whoever you are continue to love you… they know who you