...

                                 

  'I am what I am, as are you my dear...and what belies our nature settles within us our souls, forever mute, forever unyielding...just as it is, and as it shall be, for it is the one thing that time and death cannot steal. That which lingers on...into eternity itself...' (Leviathan)

The Road to Colder Lands...

  Something stirring...
Listen, Listen.
 Listen to what lies within...
Come now,
  Step closer a little...
Let me take a good look at you,
Now, just breathe...
  Look into my eyes now,
Let your heart still...
  Just drift away,
Allow me to see...
  And now my dear,
Truly you are lost...

  Ah but please mon Cheri,
Allow me,
 Allow us...
To introduce ourselves.
  We are the still silence...
Crackling in the corners of your mind,
  The pale figures that haunt your...
Afterthoughts, afterimages...
  Through your dreams we follow,
The thinnest of webs that twine through your subconscious...
  We who pierce our hooks through dreamcatchers,
  Stealing the beads there...
Snatching souls.
  For we glide...
We float.
  We drive insanity with chains,
With whips...
   And ever so soon,
It is you who seek us...
  Oh at first it is tentative, yes,
The steps we make,
  Into your realms...
Into your mind.
  But we are there in the darkness,
Where your whispers fade into silence.
  Yes...
We are the impulsion in your demise.
  Your poison,
Your madness...
  We the sweet bitter end,
Your voice of fate...
  We who sleep where the worms creep...
Where a glimmer of light sparks for eternity,
  We thread our way...
Through your heart, head, soul,
  We will not rescue you,
From your prisons...
 Oh no.
We cannot hide you from the horrors,
  But we will be the embrace that holds you together...
  When you are shattering.
The silent word in the midst of your chaos...
  The claws that brush your shoulder,
And hold you back from the abyss...
  Whisper that you will always run...
Always fly away,
  My dear...
You cannot always disappear,
  But perhaps...
Just this once,
  We can show you a way out...
And hear now,
  To the oldest of rhymes...
Pack your things,
  Leave somehow...
Blackbirds song,
  Is over now...
Rivers dry,
  Pastors bed....
Dead dead dead.
  So go child's,
Bide your time,
  Then seize the chance...
Leave,
  Start again...
Don't fear,
  For we stand beside you...
When none else shall,
  Trust us...
For who else sees you as we do?
  Do not fear...
For blackbirds song,
  Is over now...
Travel the coastal road,
  Past the many seas...
Through lands of wildflower and gnarled tree,
  To a land colder and far away...
Nestle within the candlelight glow of her stormy shores...
   Grey churning sky,
Wind that touches your skin with an icy embrace,
  Of trees where ghosts whisper...
Where wolves fashioned from rain,
  Dart and wind through the aged forests...
Sounds that creak beneath the rich earth,
  Her waves that roar and unfurl ...
The land that lies within all your hidden memories,
  Behind the pages of the story...
Way back way.
  To there you shall fly...
There you shall be safe,
  There your island awaits...
Perchance.
  Walk our way,
Keep your minds eye on that distant glow...
   And one day soon,
You will step away from their suffocation
  Unlatch their chains...
And fly,
  Nothing but distant, fading memories behind you.
  So seek...
And know that we are here,
  Settle still...
Bequeath your souls to us.
  And you will be free.

The White Gate

What binds us keeps us...

A door through the dark,

into the dark...

Again and again the acid burns its' way through us,

Making us sick,

Making us murderers...

While we silently count these hours,

And wait in the shadows...

We are the monsters in your closet,

We who creep beneath beds and boards...

See yourself disappearing,

Always disappearing.

We are ghosts...

The trails of the living?

Man we haven't walked those trails in forever...

Laugh, because otherwise,

You'll pick up the knife and really use it this time...

Oh and by the way,

By the way...

There was something,

Something we remember...

A face in the dark,

A white door in the dark...

We espied a white door,

Upon the distant sand...

The aged stars whirring above,

The salt waves that coiled...

Step through its' doors,

Step away from the world awhile...

To a place where rabbits search the galaxies,

where octopuses waited in ballrooms and carousels sparkled in the late night streets.

Stare at the reflection, and realize that it does not belong to you...

It never belonged to you,

And the truth we hide from ourselves...

The way that is closed.

That door leads only to him,

Unto his sweet demise...

Don't worry Scar, that is neither here nor there, better now rather than later and really, don't you see? I am as possessive of you as she is with he...

Scar

Fly Blue Night...

And today I set forth... 

To fly to the land of the cloud,  

To hunt demons and mystical mountains... 

I go. 

And to write, 

Fair well land of cruelty and scorched beauty... 

I am no longer bound by this boa constrictor. 

Scar xx

The Goblin King - a small tribute....

Sing your heart of fire... 

Wings of dawn lift you up, 

And take you to new light... 

New heart. 

New sky. 

There you dance and laugh and shine. 

RIP

David Bowie

January 8th 1947 - January 11th 2016

Join me in your own Remember David Bowie day each January 11th.

Remember the man who was out of this universe and who taught us how to survive the Labyrinth. 

Wear something beyond crazy -  that you'd never wear -  and post to your media in his honor. 

May you ever live in our hearts. 

Scar xx

Encyclopedia of Slip-ways.... Mirrors

Mirrors are dangerous and not to be taken idely. 

DO NOT ever look into a mirror in the dark. 

Doing so can trap a fracture of your soul within there

Mirrors are doorways and a form of slip-way. 

The oldest story -  or one of them -  about mirrors is that the devil made a mirror.  All who looked into the mirror became warped in soul,  and would see the world as ugly.  The devil attempted to fly to heaven to warp heaven itself but the mirror broke. It shattered into a million pieces and fell back to earth. Some people got it in their eyes and others made mirrors from the pieces. Still others got pieces stuck in their heart: creating cruelty,  hatred and malice in mankind. 

It is also said that the Snow Queen -  Winter herself -  tried to re-build the mirror. She needed every piece and so would take people who still had a fracture of that mirror within them. 

An entity,  a spirit haunts all mirrors,  it is malevolent and terrifying and was created by the ammassed legion of spirits who passed violently before a mirror. 

Mirrors are not always so dangerous,  sometimes they lead to other realms or dimensions and sometimes... They reveal what you are at your deepest. 

Cats can navigate the strange pathways through mirrors. 


Scar xx

Encyclopedia of Slip-ways, Doorways and Half-Creatures...

Entry One:

Slag Heaps

And

Goblins. 

Slag Heaps are found in forests,  and particularly about Ghost Gums. They are recognizable for their vast size, a hill fashioned from the compost of the forest, pale stones and twisted branches. Mud too is deep within its structure. 

Slag Heaps are just one of the few Doorways into the Goblin Realm. 

To access the Realm from the Slag Heaps,  find one at half light -  morning or afternoon is fine -  and bring a blade just in case. Also it is useful to bring a pocket filled with five cents.   Usually though,  you will not need to use it. For most,  it is enough to stand upon the muddiest,  softest part of the Heap and this could be anywhere. So search carefully and once you find it, stand there and clear your mind. 

Eventually,  you will begin to sink. 

Once you sink below you will be in the Hallways of the Goblin. 

Goblins have rough skin and are alarming physically. They move easily through the in-between places of our world, through computers,  wall spaces,  attics,  basements,  the corners of your eyes and corners.  In ancient cultures they were responsible for.the theft of babies and leaving a changeling in their place. 

They love five cents,  socks and other nicknacks,  responsible for the lost things of our world and malfunctioning traffic lights and computers. 

Scar xx