From within a Dream I heard a call...oh dear friend the Sinister Meeting Room calls.....

The Sinister Meeting Room offers a call...

to you dear Sir and Madame,

to come to a merry funeral masquerade...

when the hour strikes two,

'A funeral,' you whisper '...but a funeral to who?'

A funeral to thy heart and wings...

we'll gladly take them back now,

you've had them for quite long enough you see...

and there is a borrowing deadline,

and yet...

we sense your dismay,

at this sudden startling request...

well Sir Madmadam we can only protest,

after all it was in the contract you signed...

ah but you do not recall such a treacherous thing?

 Well let us explain more clearly...

you signed between the lines with blood and unspoken words,

convictions you sentanced to your heart and mind...

we are merely doing the deed you requested of us,

a simple life dear...

without the burden of a heart,

or wings...

Yet if you are determined as you seem to be,

to claim back what you once thought you did not need...

then please approach the three ladies of our world,

to ask of them what you should do...

 

They are the wind and the rocks,

the snow when it thickens...

the curving figures that you always catch just at the corners of your eyes,

they spin dust through centuries...

leaving stories in its' grey,

and they make the singing of the brook....

and call with the whale,

they stare at you now...

and demand your ear as price,

heed their fire, salt and earth words...

as they sing and sigh,

'If you truly wish to claim...

that which you have lost,

then a journey perhaps...

a trek most certainly,

a wandering indefinitely...

must be your path,

see here the first step we hide...

it is a straight way you see,

that spins and weaves across the universe...

and over many a sea,

step forward now...

strange traveler of ours,

and go forth with our blessing...

to reclaim your heart and wings.'

 

 

'You must cast out all fear...

to step forward into the deep,

and walk straight ahead...

up to your knees,

travel forth and travel true...

until the hour of undead.'

 

So forward you do step...

without the protection of heart or soul,

and onto a plain that stretches...

far beyond what time demands and what you know,

the sea plain they have sometimes called it...

where the horizon flips,

and the winds wail...

and the water fizzles with life,

we watch ourselves tremble in our many reflections...

as we walk beneath burning sun and crystal moons,

to the deep to the deep...

everything whispers,

feel the waves and the fish and the megalodons press closer...

hear them whisper you on,

faster dear...

faster dear,

move your feet faster...

race the currants,

race the tide...

do not stand still,

lest our teeth and cruel natures birth in us...

the desire to chew and nibble and eat our way to your very bones,

run from us...

run from our laughter,

to stand in the sea plain too long...

is to have the wasting disease cursed upon thee,

so run and run and run...

until you see,

the Hovering Path...

above the sea.

 

 

Take it now...

hesitate not,

and hold thy head high now as thy walk....

on and forward,

you will find this path a dream...

a peace of pie in the sky,

yet ware oh traveler...

'ware!

For walking the Path of Hover...

is misleading as the time,

you shall wander its' length for what could seem an eternity or mere seconds...

the light shall stand still,

and the waters dearly calm...

but the more you walk,

the more you begin to discover...

that the reasons for your steps,

are fading with the hours...

you only desire to walk,

upon its' smooth and moss-covered stones...

hoping in secret to never arrive,

at wherever it is you were meant to go...

yet dear that is not our way,

or yours...

feel nudges and peculiar thoughts,

wind about you now...

forcing you on faster,

and then fearfully tumbling down...

the despair grips as the path is torn from you,

that fabled way of Hover...

that if left be would have trapped you,

in an eternity of none...

you fall hard and you fall long,

until you tumble again onto a way...

and this is the new road you must take,

but please be wary...

of its' charmed facade,

 

It seems as though it was built by secrets...

and orchastrated by hidden hands,

myth-wraught lights shall guide you up...

and while charming,

please do not leave the path...

for along your way you shall find many a curiosity,

dolls that smile with faded grins...

and beckon you away from the lights,

strange doors made of bone and wire...

seem to promise a fabulous discovery,

and the most tempting of smells wind from dark corners...

drawing you and begging you away from the path,

yet this time you do stop...

and it is not our hands that do so,

you feel the lanterns like gentle hands...

calling you back to the road,

you turn your back on the marvels and temptations...

on the mysteries and bittersweet calls,

feeling a longing yet stepping forward instead...

and as the night passes swiftly around you,

you approach your greatest challenge yet...

 

You glimpse upon a stone,

at the very end of this path...

what appears to be a reflection of you,

bound and hanging within the air...

you glimpse no faded mirror,

hosting your likeness in place...

and also upon the rock you see,

a brilliant dagger beside a rose...

it is then you understand,

as you look upon your likeness...

and see the trailing coils of dark,

that chain it to its' place...

you know what you must do,

and dear we believe that you forgot...

yes the ultimate price to regain what you have lost,

is to stab your likeness clear through the heart...

it is written in the agreement you signed with us,

so take up your blade and being careful to laugh...

shatter your reflection with the knife,

and step forward then...

feel the sudden breaking of chains,

feel the sudden lightness in you...

oh and how the dark screams,

for losing you...

step forward oh unburdened one,

and walk about the turn in the path...

gaze upon the new world you have,

and see as we see...

 

Yet you cry out to us,

'where is my prize...

where is that that I seek?'

You silly child...

you ridiculous beloved creature,

when you destroyed the dark your heart filled back in...

feel it there beating,

between your ribs...

and notice there now,

how your body is born up...

into the new sun and light,

upon wings you glimpse...

of silver and brilliant fire,

your inheritence and gift from us...

the Sinister Meeting Room offers you a bow,

and a tip of the hat to you dear friend...

who conquered the dark,

and regained their soul...

a merry old laugh to you,

for playing our game well.

 

Hello dear ones....

   Okay, so please don't go around with knives stabbing your reflection or yourself for that matter hehe. It's more, that often to be free we have to stab and destroy the dark, because the dark can bind itself so close to us that eventually we feel we want it...and need it and even love it. Yet the only way to be free is to kill it, and realize that we have hidden in us what was lost.

   Still we wander and look and search and cannot see what is right in front of us. Still I shall walk until I can see the light for light and not a warped trick.

   Hoping you are all living and alive,
    Much Love,
   Miss CLScarlett xx









 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 



 

 



 

 

MoonDust in your haiiiiiiiiiiir? Here, let me dust it off for you...

 

I was waltzing in the rain the other night...

making my way down Evening Parade,

when I saw an illuminated object...

waiting for the traffic lights to change,

It sat there looking lost...

and I was almost too shy to ask,

what it was doing there...

alone on Evening Parade that hour,

yet standing a safe distance...

the lightning cracking the sky,

I called across the street to it...

and I heard that illuminated object utter a sigh,

 

'Oh dear creature of the night like me...

I am indeed lost I am indeed waylaid,

where is the home for me...?

I wait upon this curious multi-coloured machine,

to tell me what to do...

and over the minutes I've spent waiting,

I've pondered the wisdom of this too...

yet where is there for me to go,

when it finally allows me to pass...

when I know not where I belong myself,

the only memories I was left...

was that my strings were cut,

and I fell like the dead...

and now I find myself here,

on a grey street and in a grey world...

except for you creature of waltz,

you seem to hold some light in you...'

 

Before I could answer,

his most curious of statements...

a scuffling drew our ears,

and a prickling on the back of my spine...

I turned in the direction of the Wood named Dark,

that lay behind the houses and streets of my world...

 



There sat upon the edge,

a wolf whose fur was black...

and he stared back at us for a while,

before he began to speak, head tilted left...

 

'Oh moon and oh waltz-creature...

we mourn for your plight,

for we as wolves...

are no longer permitted to howl at your light,

we tried and tried...

sniffing out the old ways,

yet our voices were snagged and fractured...

when our heads we lifted up and away,

our stars have fallen...

and the dust of them forgotten to us,

we know not which paths we cross...

we know not what woods we walk,

we know not which hour we choose to die...

and now the fate hunts us in the night,

our paws bled new rivers in the deep...

and on quiet nights alone I speak,

and weep...

for I am the Grey the Black and the Ice,

hear me scream...

hear me growl with vice.'

 

The moon and I we shivered for the Grey...

yet knowing that he was an unspeakable truth,

we turned and turned away...

one cannot answer the wailing of the wind,

or question the rain when it lands...

we must endure its' mystery and woefull cry,

until our hearts match theirs...

still my soul snagged,

as I heard the moon whisper again...

 

'creature of dart and waltz,

do not let what is hidden fade...'

 

The Grey called softly to us,

and in his eyes there burnt a fire...

 

the Grey cried...

 

'The world is fading...' the illuminous moon replied,

 

Such was my relief...

as the rainfall began to soften,

and I sensed a new purpose spreads roots in our hearts...

in us,

'Let us go...' the moon proclaimed...

'To a place of tiny seas and waves,

a place where land and soul is not called to be lost...

and where we shall find our way again.'

 

So the Grey and I...

we approached the moon,

in awe of its' brilliance and nearness too...

we climbed atop its ancient great face,

and perched there trembling...

as a strange wind blew,

it blew away the cold and the drab...

it swept the rain far and wide,

and banished the dust from every land...

we were whisked away far from time and race,

through crystal lagoons and small parts of space...

we saw a star die,

and then a cluster of them re-born...

we understood the song of the whale,

and saw the night-flower bloom...

until we arrived,

at a peculiarly familiar place...

where the horizon stretched to nowhere,

and the tram-lines didn't run...

where the walls of the city were pale blue,

and the sea is everywhere...

gathered in what felt to be a snowglobe,

we jumped from the moon...

turned and waited for his words,

'We have run and flown from the fading world...' the moon said quietly...

'we have sprited far away,

where I know not...

except through fractured memories and de ja vu,'

 

We turned to the ocean...

and ran to the shore,

felt the world righting itself around us...

and our hearts beginning to soar,

and with the sudden light in us...

the moon it glowed even brighter,

it rose steadily away from the beach...

headed bullet straight for the sky,

as is ascended high we heard its' last words...

reach down to us as though on a silver thread,

 

'Lest we forget...

we are the strength,

we are the conviction...

and we wash away the old tears with the new,

lest we forget...

that we are but infinitely tiny children of stars,

spun into a web of weaving and dreaming and breathing...

trying to make it out alive,

as our skies cry and scry...

Lest we forget...

that we are better than all we believe ourself not to be.'

 

As the moon reached its' proper place...

the Grey began to howl,

it lifted its' head...

coat suddenly gold and white,

as tears streamed down and it wailed to the moon...

He cried and wailed for a space of time,

then quietening down he grinned at me...

and his eyes holding a puppy-glow,

he turned towards the waves...

and leapt between them,

his fur becoming silver as the Grey danced upon the sea...

he spun and sparkled,

chasing flying fish...

until the froth cascaded over him,

and he became the sea...

It was then that I felt,

a strange drawing away...

a trembling of the sea and the city and the moon,

I felt them once more smile at me...

the moon and the Grey,

from somewhere between blurred myths and forgotten dreams...

I saw the world fold around me,

the city torn from sight...

and once again I stood upon the Evening Parade past midnight,

Yet despite the longing I felt for them...

in truth they'd nestled deep within my bones,

in my marrow...

in my lungs,

in my toes...

forever bonded in my soul,

with the softest of laughs I began to waltze...

and Paraded down that evening lane,

headed for the lights of home.

 

  Well hello there.....................  ......  :]

     If there's still people out there slouched and weighed down with boredom at their computer screens, or those who are confined to the endless dry cleaners burden of waiting...or the dreamers who hunt stars and ghosts...then I hope you will creep through the night like I do, and see wolves like the Grey and really, just manage to perhaps travel somewhere through reading these Blogs.

   I love you all - and no Sodom, Scar is not drunk right now! - and hope that your night is not going too bad.

   Much Love and hearbreaklesness...
    Miss CLScarlett xx

P.S. Lest we forget....

 

Bewitched...and the peculiar habit of hummingbirds to predict earthquakes...

 

 

I'm hearing things again this night,

whispers between the wallpaper...

breezes that flow where the windows are screwed shut,

and marks and scratches where before there were none...

the shadows they lengthen,

and the smallest of eyes watch me from just beyond sight...

I find myself standing in places I don't remember walking to,

I laugh at myself in the mirror at night...

and sometimes I whisper,

to myself...

there are two sides to every coin, there are two sides to every coin,

We go mad before we begin, or before we start...

I never knew which,

it was...

The Sinister Meeting Room summoned me away you see,

for a fair few days of misery...

I have returned cursed with garbled speech,

and a gnawing deep in my bones...

we open our eyes as we fall asleep,

and feel the snowflakes piling higher...

higher higher,

each evening...

and eventually I wonder,

when exactly they started falling...

 

 

the ghosts chitter-chatter in the echoes,

and I see signs and messages...

between what glances I make,

rooks that crouch on lonely street signs...

staring and warbling at me,

a quarter moon that hangs low and bloody...

swamped by an orange shawl of cloud,

the silence warps into offbeat notes...

and cuts on my face when I wake up in the morning,

what we say is what becomes...

our metamorphasis into another,

at some point I realized that I had left the old Cara in my books...

and that she has stolen my humanity,

it is the character that has replaced what I once was...

and we play the strings to our own violin,

hold my heart...

let me die before my thoughts and memories are taken,

we sprint after racing shadows...

for we know that in the end,

even they leave us when we are swamped by dark...

 

Show your true colours as they sayy,

or your teeth...

if that's all you posess,

we can make do with either...

let us rest,

Give us rest...

we count down the numbers until we reach zero,

and tie our thoughts to gravity...

or perhaps they are tied there for us,

because gravity is a heavy burden...

and more often than not I can feel its weight,

like an abyss or dark cloud...

crawling with wet moths and false light and spinning laughs,

pulling me into the swamp...

pulling me into the deep dark,

the kraken has taken all I am...

he feeds,

he feeds...

and then leaves what is left for the silverfish,

only they...

blind and glistening and chewing,

they don't stop...

they don't stop crawling,

Have you noticed that?

Silverfish never stop crawling...

I have traced a circle in the dust,

and here I stand...

waiting for rain,

I see the mountains...

bellowing over there with hidden thunder,

and yet I stand...

watching for rain,

a stormwind blows bullet paths through my soul...

and I stare,

and hear the prophets whisper...

the chaos the storm the after,

it comes...

screaming like a hord for us,

over the valleys and fords...

to darken the sky,

 

we are bewitched to watch the end draw near...

and hear it in the earth,

speed barriers and glass are shattered with its' prowling...

and it prowls and prowls,

ever closer...

ever nearer,

we wait...

we watch,

and wish it would just happen...

how many times can coincidence be coincidence,

and what use is it saying I'm paranoid...

when it is all real,

they are all real...

the monsters,

the leviathans...

the corrupt governments,

yet here we sail away...

we sail away now,

to await...

but perhaps,

perhaps we can run and flee and fly...

far away from here,

but there's not long...

I can hear the hordes marching closer,

for me...

they told me on the sly,

they mean to burn you at the stake Scar...

why?

Witchcraft they said...

or perhaps the discontentment,

yes...

that is a sin punisheable by more than just death,

they will come for you Scarlett of many names...

they will find you,

and eventually dear fate will strike the final blow...

and it will be so feirce that you'll never fight again,

we fall within circles...

we fall within,

our circles...

we fall.

 

  Hi there...

   Sorry for the gloomy Blog [and how long it's taken to get to you], my mind is deep within gloom: as you may perhaps have guessed. :]
    I wanted to just say one thing...about, you guessed it...how chaotic the chaos is becoming. It may seem cold hearted to not write my Blogs about all the attacks and wars around the world...but I just thought, that people could use a break...or something to take their minds off the horror. Mind you, my Blogs aren't all that cheery lately, so I'll give it a rest.

   And no to a certain someone who I'm certain is reading this, it is not about you that I am gloomy.

   To a more positive and betterly curious future Blog,

  and all my love...

   Miss CLScarlett xx



 

 



 

 

 

 

 



The Balloon that entwined my Heart into blue Strands and Galaxies...

 

Lost Angel of a ruined Paradise!

She knew not twas her own; as with no stain

         

She faded, like a cloud which had outwept its rain.

 

(Perey Bysshe Shelley)

 

Amber doors,

we greet you...

a sliding sun,

sew on your wings gently...

and run and run,

press against the breeze...

and listen to its' murmur,

brush your fingers against the touch of sun...

stir every ember,

a note plays softly...

between two sheets,

and a white horse gallops alone...

up an empty street,

a chapel glows from deep within...

a knowledge to be had,

a golden figure dwells upon a hilltop...

singing ancient melodies to the wind,

dive into the cool lows...

beneath the waves and walls,

watch seahorses as they cling through the storm...

see their quiet strength and resolve,

 

 

see the mighty ships dive...

into starry nights,

grip the ropes with all your might...

as the wind howls,

feel the blood alive in you...

an electric fury and rush,

as the lightning fractures paths in the skyy...

and the greatest born are hushed,

listen to the clouds swirling...

sculpted by the air,

listen to the eagles crying...

down far below you for despair,

Dingoes bay on the desert floor...

while the red is leached out of the expanse with the drawing of moon,

Flames are coaxed beneath the stars...

while sugar pops and melts beneath the fiery hell,

Dares and games of leaping over flames...

to music of strings and uneven things,

we fall under blankets and curl between chairs...

listen to the creaking of mystery stairs,

 

Feel the breeze caress you now...





from between the windowsill and cracks in the house,

a labyrinth of rooms comes to you...

in the wee hours,

See the twines of string and temptations laid to lead...

your feet down strange ways,

Into strange deeds...

we fall,

Listen to the gramaphone sound...

echoing round and round,

Watch for the feline creatures...

that lurk with golden eyes and dark hearts and heads,

As you swim and seek your way back out...

of dream and slumberland,

Soak your skin beneath an open window...

feel the first-light rays piercing paths through the room,

Meditate and break your fast...

on this the day you must,

learn to live again...

and become,

what we were meant to be.

 

 

 

And the fishermen came back across the water

And the peopstarted running in the park

And the city stopped as I held you in my arms
We could hear the sounds of sirens all around us

And the scent of burning oil was in the air

And the music played and it felt so good to hear
This is the life we've been given

So open your mind and start livin'

We can play our part if we only start believing

Yeah
There's a stranger on the hill and he is speaking

As the tears from every cloud begins to fall

For one moment then we understood it all
Everyone, everyone, can you hear the soldiers coming?

And everyone, everyone, every man and every woman

We all fall in the end, we're just miracles of matter

So come on let me love you
This is the life we've been given

So open your mind and start livin'

We can play our part if we only start believing, oh
Yeah, this is the life we've been given

So open your heart and start lovin'

We can make a start if we only learn to listen, yeah
Then the crowd began to head for the horizon

A million people walking back to work

But you and me, we just laid down in the garden

Yeah, you and me, we just laid down in the garden

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

     The days are becoming shorter and colder, and I can feel the parts of me that still exist growing colder and darker with them, but what better way to be? It is beautiful to feel the cold all the time, to be so alive and there and there when you feel strength from the complete powerful mystery of the dark that plagues you. Yet still...there is light. And I can't be sure anymore whether I regret it or am grateful.

     For one light though I am, though whether it is really light or actually dark is a mystery even to me.

 

 

    Hope you are all well and dreaming...

    Miss CLScarlett xx

 

 



The Stars Burped to life and I ran into a WALL....

 

I travelled to the place where the stars were born...

and wound down the winding ways,

I sat beneath the falling dust...

and listened to the notes they played,

I let my eyes be changed by the colour of the skyy...

and decided that I would no longer cry,

and like Moses from the mountains I came down changed...

with a new hue of hair and heart,

we are the whisperers and the aging saints now...

the ones left behind,

we press against our boundaries so as to breathe...

and feel like we're screaming farther from death,

we break what we need so none will need us...

and spin more madly so that others don't get close,

we wish and dream holes into the sky...

so that perhaps we can break through and reach beyond the clouds,

reveal what is really there but hidden...

and scream with laughter at times we are given,

to hold things of beauty and be sure to always let them go...

because we know that in time,

it always comes back to you...

 

 

In my journey away,

ah dear oh mayy...

I forgott to mention that the Sinister Meeting Room,

has organised future absences for me away...

but oh the adventures and trials we ran,

on my self-imposed isolation from the sun...

We sped across crystal reefs,

and built wings to reach the planets and true sun...

I leapt off a cliffe high in the skyy,

and descended freefalling through the clouds...

I buried myself close to China,

and listened to the rooks and crows chatter...

they follow me you see,

and watch when I write...

this is the mystery of why a raven is like a writing desk,

oh sweet delight...

for you see I was not alone,

in my journey to and fro...

they sent a companion for me to accompany,

my faded demonangel Mr. White n S...

 

 

he has returned,

but still we fight...

and I've learnt a new anthem,

to chase away the dark and light...

 

We are the ones...

the ones you left behind,

don't tell us how...

tell us how to live our lives,

ten million strong...

we're breaking all the rules,

thank you for NOTHING...

cause there's nothing left to lose.

 

I no longer fear...

or run too fast to know,

but the devils in that...

I seek the shadows anew,

it is better the demons you know...

than harsh light,

storm and bawl and shriek and laugh...

jesterdance your way out of strife,

because the first to fall is the first to stand still.

 

So tonight I shall test the boundaries again...

and travel to a place of dark light,

to dance and drink down gold...

throughout throughout the night,

mayhaps I shall see new cities...

or perhaps whales will swim through my night,

I fear the emptiness...

but not enough to shy away,

friends of mine...

leap at what you fear,

do not hesitate...

drink deep,

breath deep...

and swim.

 

   I have met some of the most beautiful people lately (and yess, I actually have changed my hair colour for good, harhar). But a group of gorgeous people designed it, and somehow, I'm just feeling viciously alive and abstract. Spin, spin, spin....and I have decided, no more tears, because I will not live with regrets. Anyhow...I'm speeding along too fast to acknowledge any if I have them, and to accept them.

   But I do hope that you who perhaps still read these Blogs will not let people or circumstances dictate and control and be who you are. You are You. No one can change that (unless you will it), and we DO NOT HAVE TO FEAR. That is the greatest lie, because sometimes...the way the government and everyone is promotes the presence of fear and worry, that it's healthy...but it's not. We can be gods and victorious, and believe that the puzzle box of life and its' intelligence is just waiting for us to speak and hope things into existence. Our minds are the only limitations.

   At the same time though, we must play their game, so that we are left alone, and are allowed to continue our piracy and freedomspinning in peace.

   Much Hope and new life,

   Miss CLScarlett xx

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Breathe....and Awaay we go.

 

We're waiting for you.

 

The news it seemed, was hard to take...

I have my dear friends,

been called away...

through time and space another day,

a message from the Sinister Meeting Room to myself ayah...

for once I must go on alone,

and I'm sorry that lately they have fallen through with you...

there were many a disgruntled guest,

who were most upset that no second or third Easter feast was held...

yet compensation shall come,

and a little bit of fun...

but for now I must go,

I can not tell you what they have told me...

as a blood oath has been made,

but what I will relate...

is that they have hooked me line and sinker with their request,

and they know what beckons me...

so into the boat I shall step,

and let it carry me far from here...

through the deep and the blue,

 

through stormy spaces they bare me...

and into lagoons and broken reefs,

we sail...

we row,

on and on...

until the sunlight grows small in the distance,

and the horizon is flat...

I am entering another self-imposed isolation you see,

and once I come back...

there shall be merry-making for thee,

for I love you all...

and hope you will wait,

so that I can give a gift or two to you...

upon my return back,

for now...

rest in the amber and twilight,

make it your nest...

and the evening light your coat,

spin the breeze about you...

in an all-consuming web,

and feel your blood spasming beneath your skin...

feel each moment,

breathe.

 

 

Miss CLScarlett xx