Tree: Nam Myoho Renge Kyo

By Joolz

Something in me stirred and only shook me awake
when I got home that I miss you
from nowhere you came, from my heart you have flown.
Over distant realms, petals, planes, and bottle shells.
Perfect punctuation and petals and pubs and please no alliteration.
Tears and spilt remains serpents rise and win again.
Booze seeks no gain mystery wretches
at lifes most beautiful deadline
reversed ragtime burst whisper
vanilla handkerchiefs and lots of vinegar.
My weary shell,
I dont farewell. Miss a Mrs.
a bit of cheek and home by midnight
not wasted, not tasted, not hasted, not tasted.
Just miss you, Ms. Priory Gates.

• Language: English
• Publisher: AuthorHouse UK
• Release date: Aug 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9781546287254

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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Contents

Dedication

Chapter 1   Hope

Molycom of Desires

Shooting Fruit Der Merr

Rachel

Jewels

Goblins

Death

Shirley’s Blue Gin

Words Come Through My Veins

Wearywebb Of Cosmic Light When Will You Catch Me

Steeleye

Hands Of Fate

No Subject

Happy Valley

See If I Still

Wish For More!

Bonfire Story

Myriad Story

The Mirror

Once Upon A Hill

Chapter 2   Clarity

Seas The Pearl

Once Upon A Time A Rhyme

Women

Sunlight

Something Nice Happened

Conflict Between True Self

Due

One Day At A Time

Nurse

Giant

Sssttoooory

Once In A Lifetime

Mists

Book 3 Lesbian Myths & Legends

Sasha’s Birthday Book 3 Part Two

Chapter 3   Kindness

Titus

Dear Dyke Diary

We Can

Drown Drown Nword in A Bed Mist of Tea

Once upon an Ulcer

Once in a Lifetime

Goblins

So Let

Old Bag

Bark

King

Blue Moon Rolling

Blackberry Wines

Rose

Me The Wicked Witch I See Before Me

Chapter 4   Hate

Yikes Bikes And Kites

Overloaded Fills My Brain With More Isolation Desp.doc

Im Engaged To Be Married

Youre A Loser

Lesbian Lesbian Where Are You

Life Love

Chimney

Half Moon St Clements Thursday

Whirlwinds

I Used To Want You Back

Describe As Blind I See

Joy

Wordz

Story Plotting

Stories Don’t Fade Memories Go

Lisa

No Subject

Story Sorcerer. Part One

Elfy Part 2

Elf 3

Story Part Four Try Harder

Book 3 Gargoyles Part A

Book 3 Particle B

Gargoyles Part C

Gargoyles D

Gargoyles E

Gargoyles Party F

Gargoyles Get Good Go

Deepen your confidence in your own Buddha

Shine in your own unique way

Enlightenment and the sufferings of Birth and Death are Nirvana

Take the dog for a walk

How I feel, Carp Diem

Draft in My Mind Book 3

No Subject

Care Work Saved Me

Book 3 Torn Apart Born Free

Been Ok Book 3 Part 1

Bestseller Jo & KerANjalina Book 3 Part 2

..Witz End Book 3 Part 3

..Book 3 Kerinjalina Jolie Part 4

..How Did She Feel? Part 5

…She haven book 3 Part 6

Book 3 Gave Onto Thee Part 7

Easier To Disassociate Book 3 Part 8

Imagine Recovery

The to and

Ice castle of Doom

Mythical life stories

Lesbian Myths & Dragons Book 3

Story Me Away

Jamie Short Verse For You &

Forming, Storming, Norming, Performing - Teamwork

Honinmyo: translation: new sheet: start from now: it’s a new day: you’re okay

Truth Slayer

Honey Hell Spells

MYO

Focus on the Star You Are

Fuse

Ghost Story

A

Castle

Joolz:Re: $ decide on adding this Tuesday on call

Pass the Sauce

Story Sunday Part 3 for Me

Story Sunday

Lotus

2. Moon&star

Ramble

Unity

Beginning

Mad House

Words

Hi ya l for love

To sleep I write

My story to sleep I wake

Book 3 Fairy Tales

Back to the mirror

Oh goodness I thought I died

£80,000,000.00

Get over it

Ghost in the mirror

I love you

Reflections

My immortalness

This mountain goat

Mirror decide

Escape Plot B

Fleeting Glance Adversity

Most Diificult Day Irreplaceable

Escapist Fantasy

Demon is the darkness

Recalibrate me

Seasonal.escapist Disorder

Disappear

Escape into my Self

Escapism and me what a luxury!

Demonic fairy

Escapism

Escape from me for a Bit

Storyline

Story Teller

Just A Movie! Brown Sauce Makes Being Poor Taste Nice

Tick toxk 22:46 + 46 seconds 3 May 2018

Story Teller

Sailing story

Sensei

Story

Ocean Waves

Decided

Song

Book 3 Fresh Start

Lord’s Prayer

Book 3 Scared Of Me

Love Story Book 3

End of Stories

Story to make me Rich

Invisible Words

Invisibility ii.

Invisibility

In Visible Apart 3

Lighthouse

Subject

Like

Book 3 Love Story Puke

Beethoven Bees & Me

BOOK£3

Change the Subject

Trolls Armpits and Grannies Fannies

Love Story Part 1

Book 3 Zebra love Part 2

Book 3 Zebra Love Story Part 3 Cont..

He was Dreaming:

Stacey was thinking:

Tam & Stacey Book 3 Gargoyles Part 4

Stacey & Tam

Tam.&Stacey C

Stacey and Tam

Stutter Staceyno Butter

Stacey to Tam Part 5

Dedication

Keep going!

Chapter 1

HOPE

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Molycom of Desires

Molycom of desires Funeral pyres Symphony of phantoms Spectres and bantoms

Stereo sinatra and orchestral pilava Satin drains and empty pains Sitcoms satire sapphire and bullfrog Saliva ringworm saddles and lost spit

Wriggle in riggle Lost tea icicle Ricecycal

Pitbull

Full stop findincom

I don’t know where the stains

the loose rains the bits in the chains

the censor in my brains

the panic button at the reins, reigns, pains,

frog frog this bullfrog,

empty the puss out of my brains,

the headache from my relic

the insecurity from my insanity

the sanity from my engine,

the petrol from my heaven

the foreign body in my teeth,

the ghost in my armpit

the money in my pocket

the stolen time in my seat

the destined cheat the love cheat

the mixed up head the world is dead.

once in the ditch in the hedge

on the wall in the hall

in the cosy armpit of know it all

I die again

I don’t want to think about work again.

I serpent of time

cesspit of destiny

duality of doom

dragons gate

and thrown of emperor

cuckoo spit

toothie whale of fortune

grinning back at me.

whalepit of shark infested

impregnated lobsters and caviat for tea.

harpsichord rhapsodhy

stereo mysogyny

tresspassing fortune cookie

and bear bearded monsoon tapestry.

raging at the infurnaces of my mind

my burning cave my long lost mind.

remind me of what I didn’t cave in

remind me of what I didn’t see again.

remind me of what I miss the most

a great substitute honey and toast.

so replacing my mistaken identity

don’t just see the negatives i gave onto thee.

I succumb to under the thumb

I succumb to under the gun

under the staple

under your belt

under your pelt

under your instruction I see again.

The rhymes

the fists of time

chasing you down the years

infested edited your reindeers come home

she is taking you home. the new years cheer

the billowing guilt parties

the lost Mrs

the new tears

the more or less empty years.

The phantom in the post

the answer phone message you don’t hear when

you croak.

I’ve died a million times in my fantasy and fears

the bus run me over I never saw my book published

the tears will not rain for me

I was lost long ago

I rumble around because genetics tell me so.

My obituary will read she died

as she lived bravely loved

not missing her fears.

she has the forest

she has the technology

to see her through the lighter years,

the heartbeat goes ungratefully on

the oven half mast

light continually on

unblinkered unaware

the cold of the grave standing there.

I got to track off work

think yellow think pink think

white think black think circus

think mine think gold think

purple think metal think gold

think its 2am in the morning

I’m glad I’m not cold but

could do with a weary cake

smile and hold.

the years hold the tears

hold the storm hold

the rut hold the time

hold on hold back hold back hold back

love comes beating on the door

the ghost doesn’t bang.

walks through you once more.

the ghost trespassing on my toes

but curious as moats

and faster than coyotes toast

funeral fun escapes and

miseries grosely

grey ghosts spectres

bears and repenters.

staring loose canons fathoms

any glance and steel eyed yes m’am

sprayed on some mint in my rhyme

as long as I make a dime m’am.

I don’t care either

I’m a one track punt

a one thought phoney

a funny thinker

an insanity blinker

a teacher

a swab

a forecaster

a stinker

a lover

an electron

a missile

a due one

a boaster

a shy one

a tellyforecaster

a really shy one.

im anyone you want me to be

I’m yours

I’m him

I’m time

I’m me

I’m more than that

I’m misanthropy

I’m trying to sleep

I’m nostalgic sympathy

I’m nuclear

I’m rhyme

I’m insecticide

I’m thyme

I’m rumble

I’m tible

I’m due back at 9

Make it ate no 8

and call it a date

coz I’m dreading you stinker you swine you sinker:

you bring out the worst in me and it scares me

you see and you talk so rudely

it irritates me

go serpent doom somewhere else

I’m content to be I’m home

I’m happy I’m mischief

I’m love

I’m allowed

I’m welcome

I’m timed out

I’m out

THE END

Shooting Fruit Der Merr

Shooting fruit der merr. Shooting fwutethe slur. shooting frucking muwking newquingim frustrated as chopin without a piano I’m as orchestrated as micheline tyres on oil in naked lesbos with no heating on no tosh and no bish bash bosh. I’m heated on the rear view mirror Mrs. Dubweeggberts no invite to dinner. if I did I loose canon my rod as I split my robe and shove you lot on the rubble as you kindly take the trouble to invite the orangutang for tea just mind the fuzz she has a reminder of polite society. Just there seems to be a hiccledy pickledy hob oh my God wild something inside my fried brains. There seems to be Tarzan biting at the rains or my inner wild child chomping at the differentiated grit it, what’s the word biting at the lip, no horses stirrups in the mouth biting at the girth. no biting at the lid nobiting at the bonkers coconuts I meant hazlenuts, no horsechestnuts. Biting at the chomp say nought or o my goodness it will spill out like a waterfall. Screaming torrent not rage just the life I compress inside what doesn’t seem to fit in any cupboard that doesn’t seem to fit into society. I don’t know what they think will pop out of my mouth? It’s nothing more sordid than aftermath aftermouth after mass after concentrated ascetelin and assymmetric fossilised candy on cheaters anonymous don’t post that. Leave me to my frostbites frustration cacooned inalienationdid I bangmyself onthe automatic door or did it put me there to swing by and ask her for tea coz she liked me but my brain froze with coy shy nerves I huddle my nerves.

The jury’s out

I’m so unspent

I got 800 pounds and no date this isn’t lent

It’s Tuesday

it’s me for tea

its frigging eternity saying no

and doing the right thing conscientious

conscience heirloom to boredom.

No you are married

no your my boss.

No your my patient.

No your my Porsche.

No your my mum.

No your my boyfriends mum.

No your my next-door neighbour

No let’s take it slow.

No don’t let me use you.

No you have a boyfriend.

No you have a husband

no you have a husband

no you are my ex and it broke my heart

no you have a boyfriend

It is doing my head in. Diminishing dementia disinhibited fried rabbit chicken focus and nosh the Nash dribble at the foam mayhem unknown fuse unblown sonic requiem and hose unknown.

Doing the crossword after tea. Frog celibacy. I can’t cling to singledom any more I’m getting what’s going and I don’t mind if its still.

Though I was waiting for my wife she said no nice try. She said you are always crying always blubbering on my floor. That’s not the slug trails. It is you. Stop dripping on my floor. Wipe it off and let Habbah bake you a cream cake. Frog off my crevices numb. He won’t mind he is good lookingand more froggingfun.

Frog it yeah it was wet with suntanned tears and I cursed you with every rhythmic thrust that made me shout hallululah. I only wished you were there.

Freak you know it. You so weak. Ecstasy as I’m happy you are not the one I’m excited by. I fancy the thought of him not you its misty making pulling you through the rug of time. You bought. He knew you wore it out with him. He thought of you not ever filling what is empty and missing. Is not the thought of you cascading through the horse ripped sheets. It’s just cement block that they keep trying to bring you back to life. Who will win you? Frozen toad you lay x

THE END

Rachel

Everything feels okay then one day your world is blown away a balloon lands and takes you away where pixies and elves make laughter all day. They really do live on the fly agaric and when it rains the shelter takes the pelts and wait for another day.

The pixie said hi joolz, what’s new?, well I’m still depressed but it hasn’t got worse yet, so that’s new. That’s good he said as we are watching over you. We know your heart is beaten and blue, we know the day is long and we wait for you. There is a rainbow and treasure in life galore of course it’s not all glittered gold but sparkly lights cheerup the day it’s true. They don’t have to cost a bob or two just mend the wires and push in the bulbs and we set the sights on a fairy go round, that dazzles and glitzes and brings joy abound. The days don’t have to be dull jewelz its beating the blues, its a swim in the fountain it’s a deer on the mountain it’s why your so depressed and so don’t say that word alone, were you happy when you just got stoned. Well the fields are changing more houses are dwelling, the horses field trees died long ago, that night is not forgotten. Moonlight, mist on the field carpet, horses surrounding us on the one sheep skin rug, my first kiss, our millionth date, the two chestnut trees died, the horse owner got sick of rspca, Rachel never saw her again, now to concrete that memory the bulldozers will eradicate the day I sat in the sun on my own and spun my own dreamweavers blissful summers day. The horses hooves like thunder as he sped over for an apple. Tom, weary and gone, the brown horse with wild temperament, who bucked me off more than once. But sometime I had a horseback ride, just a walk around the field. What happens to those memories well, like a big drink we forget everything, it all goes in the melting pot of destiny, and to Rachel, ever graceful, fat funky and chunky, well, I’m glad I don’t miss her any more, but do still think of her and wonder how she is and why that kind of friendship doesn’t now readily or easily just exist. How did we meet anyway the older chick at school on her moped and with her car with a can of k cider I could get into her bra?

I really can’t remember how I met her, though it comes back to me slightly now, at the village youth club I reckon, and she was new it started there.

Long term friends, amanda, cherie, rachel, lee. Amanda, don’t know where she is her dad died of cancer bloomin well rich. Cherie, on facebook she has a new fellar, coz I don’t talk to clare I miss my two best friends terra firma. Rachel, I got clingy and she ran a mile her loss really I really liked her smile. I suggest a walk us countrybumkins and get ourboots muddy.

Now memory lane is so personal and extreme the walks with the dogs the horizon, the jogs the streams, the natures heartbeat calculating rhythm. It’s synapsis of syllabuls it’s a essay hangover, it’s a walkin the park, its a frostbite sandwich it’s an ocean apart it’s a world of insanity it’s a world of bubbles its a world of angels it’s a heartbeat it’s psychosis it’s a cellular rhythm of nerve endings and miracles.

Supernova and spaceships and cupcakes for tea, hangups and hangings and perverts on tv. Surfers and sprigs of holly it’s the festive seasonagain, bring the light in why can’t I let someone in.

I saw someone today I liked her style, confident and well placed and in her own strength she didn’t need to smile, a gentle stroke of her hair kind of made me aware she had noticed the crow lady huffing and blasting about