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A Collection of Poetry & Prose written 'After ELF'.
A series of 59 pieces written in the themes of love, loss, life & cheese (not really cheese).
This work is from a backlog really, & these pieces have been selected out of the 100's that I have in order to create what I believe to be 'a good read', with some of the words being perhaps useful to you & your wellbeing in someway too. Wouldn't that be nice.
PREFACE
A frank mistake to make, it was all changeable in his palace, it was the only place to change.
Fantasy and trees bringing love from the soul to the forehead, a crown so daring it almost exists alone on my head.
There is no ELF now, or, at least, reason being - I am it, I am him.
Thousands of years ago there was a storm, and it blew everything away.
To rebuild considering the complexity of the stone work, retention of character and quaint charm was a project of substantial impatience, strength and knowledge. Not a task to pass some time, more a task to freeze time.
Somehow, somehow, the task was nearing completion. When I, with my crown could see this, that was a good sign.
You can see why there are others that are reclaimed. Under the strain they buckle and break, buried alive, as many are owned by continually pale freeholders tragically unable to keep head above water.
For some, there is no way out, but, for some, there is a way out. For me, there was, how is that even possible?
Tears want to pour because of it, tight knots in the heart cavity are carved because of the sheer cruelty of it.
What’s worrying is that maybe not everything it has driven me away from I am best without, but, hope exclaims that with any luck and trust whatever is missing will maybe return or be sought out without realising.
Foreign helped to paste the path, like a metaphor of an alternative language perhaps.
The blue circle and blue lily, the music and the dance, the thorough-flow of a vast energy of light was a cloud to float on, and with a birds eye I patched up.
This amount of strength and knowledge, coupled with an innate frame of fear is now at least a fresh balance, to forge ahead..
