Festival of Flames.

Poetic Rebirth- Bonfires of Books and Stolen Dreams.

Once I’ve moved house, and delt with the thieves in courts, I’ll be sorting through all my books and burning everything that has anything to do with Jonny Geller, Lisa Jewell, Curtis Brown Group and anyone connected to them, and even books that the master thief recommended. The pages will be flames, the flames will torch Empires of Theft. And Empires of Theft, will be the title of a book I’ll write detailing the whole scandal, naming names, methods, and everyone involved. You cannot hide from flames, they’re stealthy and cunning, more cunning than sticky-fingers Fatpig man of cod. Flames creep up on you and rear naked choke you out before you feel the heat blistering your skin and singeing your eyebrows.

Flames represent interesting and topical symbology and paradoxes. Flames are dark and dangerous, so utterly fast, vicious and damaging. Yet they shed light and warmth and rebirth. After a fire, comes growth and release. Flames burn away the bad and shine a path forward for the good, leading the moral-some out of the dark shadows of sinners, thieves and cowards.

Flames represent purification and renewal, and new life and warmth. Flames are a paragon of justice and life after trauma. But are a dangerous tool to be playing with. Don’t play with flames, unless you’re prepared to burn. Yet sometimes we must burn away our bad shadow-self, to heal our good, enlightened self.

I’ll be a flame, a Phoenix Rising, but don’t cremate me, give me back to the earth when I’m done. Fill my coffin with books and pictures of my loved ones and let nature do her bidding.

Yet for now, I burn brightly, I burn furiously, I burn away the evil shadows, and I will burn the books of the abusers, to provide myself new life after theft.

Pages will burn, I’ll return, and I’ll recover from sinners and cheaters.

You’re welcome to join me at the Bonfires of Books and Stolen Dreams to achieve your own Poetic Rebirth. 

I’ll let you know when it is,           

For now, keep those hot feet treading towards the good flames of God, and away from the bad flames of the sticky-fingers Fatpig man of cod.

Be real,

M.W. Wolf Ltd.