The Labyrinth of Your Chaos

 

Lost in the labyrinth of your chaos...

 

I stand and listen to the steam train in the distance,

it comes for me and I wait...

 

I see the leaves crawling with the wind,

and the dust tracing patterns in the souls of my shoes...

 

I see the ocean always crazy and steaming now,

roaring louder by the day and invading my street...

 

I listen to the beasts of this labyrinth,

roar and shriek...

 

I listen to them eat.

 

I took his hand the other night...

and raced through a million rooms,

now I board the steam train of disillusion...

 

I travel the rails to a distant noon,

But before the long lines...

before I let the world fade behind me,

one more stop the conductor says...

 

I leave the train one last time,

for a month...

maybe two,

I toil beneath the ground...

and in emptiness,

before I break these iron shackles...

board the train,

glue on my wings...

take off my shoes,

and allow my hair to become blue once more.

 

The steam train leaves...

and finally arrives at a dock,

it whistles me across the ocean...

as my mind unravels into,

the land of the everlasting noon.

 

Much Love,

   Miss CLScarlett xx

 

The Devourer and the Broken Ocean...

 

 

 

No Fear...

 

We were called,

late one Tuesday passed...

and we came.

 

From our awnings...

 and between the cracks in the buildings,

dragging our limbs up and out...

of the mud of the earth,

we open our black and leaking eyes...

and turn in the direction of the call.

 

The streets of this city are battered dusk...

and the weapons they trail and hide,

they plan to plunge into our hearts...

we walk the ice,

hear it crack and break beneath us...

and our bones splintering astep,

a great fog has taken this land...

its' people and us,

we both grow far...

 

It is the sickness of brain,

a bog of thoughts...

we fear it will consume,

us tonight...

if we do not answer the call.

 

We follow it to an alley by the docks...

and the sea water laps at our feet,

centuries ago it flooded these streets...

grew mould upon the cobblestones,

and allowed the ocean monsters a gateway in...

We see a gnarled figure with long long teeth standing,

beside a pipe that rises from the docks...

ankle deep in water,

he beckons to us...

in a voice like the thunder and soot.

 

'Wingless Children...

of mud and bone,

we waited...

as long as could be waited,

as the ocean's devoured each other...

and the wind devoured them,

as everything devoured everything else...

I thought to devour you too,

but now you see...

there is nothing left in this world,

for us to devour...

and we would allow you to pass,

if only to find someone still with light...

so that we may devour it.

We sense it...

the last light,

waiting across and beneath the sea...

for we cannot tolerate it,

and must create the last piece of darkness of it instead,

of thisss....

we have decided.'

 

 

 

My Brethren and I...

we stole past the gnarled figure,

felt his claws and long teeth press against and taste us...

a million hands where we saw only one.

We descended into the pipe...

and deep down,

 beneath the darkness of the sea...

all sound cut off,

but for the murmuring...

and the press of alien limbs,

 against the tunnel we now found ourselves in...

We bound ourselves together,

and travelled forward...

into the weaving shadows,

and towards the light we could sense...

pressing against our heart.

 

We travelled for aeons...

for days and centuries and seconds,

and bit by bit...

the walls of the dark tunnel told us stories of the world.

 

They told us of twelve islands,

between two dark shores...

they told us of a sickness that had taken that land,

of how it once had shone like the sun...

its' lands garnished with gems,

and richness of earth...

marvellous creatures,

that wove and sung...

Kings and Queens that rose and fell,

legends and hopes...

that faded as the sickness crept more,

yet now all lies barren and wounded...

except that which we seek to hold,

and carry back to our destroyer...

for him to drink deep of its' soul.

 

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Eventually we found the light...

in the furthest nook,

of the smallest end of the tunnel...

The tiniest of golden birds,

glimmering with light...

inside a black cage.

 

We took the last light...

within our twisted hands,

and stole back the way we had come...

we fell in love ,

with its' colour and life...

we thought perhaps he would let it go,

That we would be allowed to keep it.

 

We were naïve...

we were so foolish,

We crept out of the pipe...

and handed to the gnarled figure,

the last light...

the tormentor dug its' teeth deep,

into the birds' neck...

we saw its' light trailing out,

and felt the world and us...

sinking with it,

 

We knew that once he'd finished...

he'd drink from us as well,

bring us to our knees...

while whispering endearing words.

So we waited for our death.

 

 

 

It was then however...

that the devourer he froze,

and time began to unwind...

we saw cracks begin to appear,

upon his face and hands...

a pulsing golden light,

dripped forth from between the fractures...

and piece by piece,

he crumbled into dust.

 

It was so quick...

and it was so sudden,

and even as dying the devourer lashed out at us...

he killed some of us,

and tore out the centre of my heart...

The last light overcame him,

and became the most fiercest of stars...

when at last the devourer lay dying,

and we saw the darkness begin to creep away...

we felt our weights,

falling off...

and the most colourful of scales,

slide there instead.

 

 

 

We are creatures of the eternal star now...

and we find our strength returning every day,

we watch the monsters return to their depths...

and the land begins to sing once more.

 

 

 

 

   Hey there dear creatures,

 

    I have been nibbled away by the leviathans and Krakens of Huntington. Now he takes the form of a being I knew...and still he won't let me go. Hope you are all conquering your own leviathans.

 

 

   Much Love,

 

Miss CLScarlett xx

 

 

 

 

 

 

The Squat Angel's....



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