I'm still lost in the dreams...
It's hard to pull my head from the dreams anymore and,
still I see the faded lights of the Cities...
and the ice-cold wind,
we road through with thin woollen jumpers...
bicycles whirring beneath us,
and miles of rugged coast unwinding beside us.
We met them...
The Squat Angels,
-
[and I hope you don't mind Loralai, I used your words...and they will always be yours...]
were the real angels of the city of Anaheim,
but as they told us...
they were merely wanderers of Los Angeles,
Punk Rock creations...
They took us beneath their mechanical wings,
in the side alleys and streets...
with their unravelling clothes,
and beautiful features...
coloured hair,
dark symbols and a lostness...
that had long-ago tattooed their eyes.
Their heart...
the three crazy Kings of Her,
took my sunglasses off...
and we saw in our eyes a reflection of ourselves,
She wears the same clothes I do...
and in this land they stare at her and her friends in horror,
as though they were monsters...
not Lost Angels.
I left my heart behind there with them...
You...
with your black and yellow stockings,
darkling symbols...
screw through your ear,
and green in your hair and eyes.
The colours and ancients lit our way...
We saw the darks and shades of Huntington,
I felt the hold of their Irish warlord men...
I discovered life fearless and unburdened,
and felt a fury all the way down to my core and dread...
Splintering wood,
bruised knuckles and knees...
dying spirit,
tears...
we drank high on the spirits,
and raced thoughts and memories to the forbidden beaches...
With a jester king,
dark eyed and with a voice like the blues...
we released golden lanterns,
up towards the four a.m. moon.
We created for ourselves a dream life...
smoke drifting over railings,
hunting for treasure...
becoming lost again and again,
in fantasies and pulsing images.
One night I dreamed a dream...
Two lilac gazelles,
falter together on a dark African plain...
the sun deeply setting purple.
The gazelles flee forward,
with a movement like liquid...
and catapult themselves into the darkening skyy,
they dart up and up...
becoming instead,
fabulous blue and gold comets...
that dart about the sky,
exploding eventually...
into a million smaller gazelles with wings,
who then transform into a million foxes...
with their great tails swaying,
dancing in time to the music.
Wherever the music went...
the images followed,
until eventually...
I became.
Lost.
I found Heart Breaker.
I saw again...
the light that could be in me,
in the smallest of derelict shops...
I found in there,
a golden rose...
an ancient beast,
and a sleeping Cheshire...
the smallest of shell earrings,
and the living image of Santa Klaus...
we talked for ages,
talked about darkness and Brilliance...
shared the pieces of whole left in our souls,
though later the darkness reminded me again...
that we can perhaps always be freed,
almost certainly be hinged and bound...
and broken to pieces eternally,
you stop sleeping...
because you fear the nightmares,
you start the vices....
because you want to block,
the darkness in your mind...
through each sip,
but all that unravelled...
with a slow spelling of time,
as the laces and twine unlatched...
and I began to see the world again.
Only problem is deary,
you dream so much of that other breathing life...
that this life you live here in transit,\
has become the real dream.
Wake us up when this coming month is over.
Much Love,
Always.
It seems to me that all that Fate does it take things away from me, and each time I think he'll just let me live in peace...he fires another shot into my gut, head and heart. One day...I won't come back. One day...I won't wake up from his next blow. One day...all of me left will be gone.
Miss CLScarlett xx
P.S. I have spent the last twelve days in incredible New Zealand, LA, Huntington Beach and Anaheim. Four absolutely marvellous locations. Here, by the way...is some advice we desperately should have known before we left to go to the States:
- Go to Galaghers, the Irish Bar in Huntington Beach. They have all delights you need under the sun, cheap drinks and live music. The most liveliest part of the whole Beach with great food too.
- Go to TK's on the beach, right before The Hyatt (believe me, you won't miss this place) . It's covered in bizzaro stickers, surf photos and gargoyles and is right beside an old green beach house for sale. It sells the cheapest and best burgers and French fries this side of here.
- Do not trust anyone named James near Galaghers.
- Make sure that you use a card instead of cash. It's a pain and a half to change currency in America outside of the airport.
- DO NOT go onto the beach after ten p.m. If you get caught you get a $10 000 fine.
- Loitering is a fine worth $1000.
- If you are looking for ANYTHING ask the street people.
Hope everyone get's to experience Huntington Beach one day. Live a little and dream a lot. Remember people like Walt Disney XD.
xx
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