I have a problem,
I seem to be lacking in power recently,
I’ve never really been pushed,
I’ve never been overcharged,
I’ve never been struck by lightning,
My consciousness lacks a certain electricity,

No power,
No motivation,
No current,
No ambition,
No voltage,
No impetus,

Do I need an electrician?
A new battery?
A new transistor?
A heart-shaped motor?
An inspirational amplifier?
Does my negative have no positive?

Why do I have no power?
Does my meter need some change?


He’s coming for me,
Even the storm outside does not cloak his steps,
Mr. Ash,
The frigid wind tries to hold him back in vain,
The rain whispers “flee”,
Each stroke of lightning is a plea of “run!”,

My attempts at going underground failed,
My thieving insult to him will be repaid in blood,
I glance out of the window fearfully,
I see him nearing even in the black,
It’s like staring into evil itself,
It’s like looking at the apocalypse in slow motion,

A demon,
A God,
Or something altogether more alien,
Long spindly limbs,
Pale and hairless,
He is dressed literally to kill,

His emaciated limbs bear barbarous claws,
Claws that have ended lives since time began,
And perhaps even before,
His mad eyes are wide open,
His grin filled with murderous intent,
He’s coming for me,

His form appeared at my door,
That grin still glistening,
Despite the horror that was about to ensue,
His rangy form must nearly crouch,
But I still feel like a frightened child,
The monster under the bed is real,

Even the bravest slink in terror,
And fear the name of Mr. Ash,
Even the maddest see reason,
And fear the name of Mr. Ash,
Even as my body is torn limb from limb,
The storm continues unabated.


Good day fellow inmates!

I hope you’re all having a wonderful day, week and year so far! I’m beginning to get back into this writing malarkey after what seems to be ages. Life in the world of Jack has been a bit tumultuous recently but I think we’re starting to get back to normality finally. It’s been too long since my last post, a number of months at least. Unforgivable I say! I hope you liked my latest poem called Hateful God, I’m quite happy with it to be honest. I’m less happy that I couldn’t post one of my drawings on it due to technical problems. I assure you the webcam responsible has been fired, along with the individuals who hired the webcam. Haha!

So it’s time for part 16 of the Harlequins writing music! It’s quite shocking that I’ve made 16 of these since WorldofHarley started. Here’s hoping nobody has gotten bored of them yet. So, for those of you who may be new to the asylum that is my blog, writing music is quite literally a collection of posts about the music that I enjoy listening to whilst I write. The bands and songs involved are from a large variety of genres. I could be listening to the “phat” beat of a dubstep song one day, but listen to the elegant musings of classical music the next. I give most music a chance to amaze me! I hope they amaze you as well! So here goes!

Now, let us delve into the musical minds of masterly artists the world over!

Kansas – Carry On Wayward Son

Chas & Dave – Ain’t No Pleasing You

Owl City – Deer In The Headlights

Stan Ridgway – Camouflage

RED – Already Over

So there we have it for another edition of the Harlequins writing music! I hope that you’ve enjoyed this post and that you’ve heard some music that resonates with you! I encourage you to check out all of these artists, they’re quite simply great! My opinion of course! Perhaps give my older writing music posts a chance too, they’re getting lonely back there in the archive. Just search “music” in the search bar over there, you may find a band you’ll fall in love with!

I think it’s also worth mentioning that WorldofHarley has existed for three years now! WordPress thought it’d be nice to tell me. Ain’t that kind of them? So, I extend a warm thank you to everyone who has viewed, liked and followed the blog so far. You’re all great! Or mad. Or both. So anyway…

Until next time, have a very crazy day inmates!

There once was a God who learned to hate,
He grew tired of benevolence,
And perhaps of divinity too,
His creations only brought disappointment,

Beasts of fang and scale grew tiresome,
Achieving nothing but a tedious cycle of predator and prey,
His creations of the waves too,
Fins and scales offer no diversion,

He looks to the skies,
And hates the souls flying overhead,
Cursing at his avian creations,
Each wing-beat an assumed insult to his godhood,

Most of all he loathes those of his image,
Dominating a world he made,
Squabbling over salt and dirt,
Boring, boring and boring,

A bored God is a dangerous God,
A dissatisfied one even more so,
What if he decided to inject some amusement?
A cataclysm there,
A flood here,
Or a plague over there,
Something a hateful God could unleash upon his subjects of ire,

What if this God decided to throw his toys away,
And started anew?

I gaze upon the moon each night,
I sit in the dark,
Staring skyward,
My eyes reach out,
They can’t reach her,
They’re not worthy.

Crescent full or gibbous,
Her dazzling form lights up the dark,
An astral goddess,
An empowering icon,
A source of inspiration,
Playing kiss-chase with the clouds.

So why do I see a second moon beside me each night?
And beside me each day?
A moon of such astronomical beauty,
That it blots out even the lunar goddess,
Earthly yet still heavenly,
A goddess of a different kind.

Then I realize,
You are my second moon,
Superior in every way.


The accordion plays on and on,
Its player masked and humbly attired,
An apocalyptic accordionist,
Tight-lipped and stoic,
Longing for the end of all things.

On and on,
The world falls apart,
Flames jig to the tune,
The land quakes to each note,
Civilization gives a final emphatic applause.

The world moves to an inaudible drum beat,
Waiting for its execution,
The noose tightened,
And the guillotine lifted,
An accordion at the end of the world.

Each keystroke is a crescendo,
Each scale is a finale,
And each note is a curtain call,
An Armageddon,
So the accordion may cease playing.

The end comes,
The accordion plays on.


Tin Foil Knight

Posted: October 30, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

Tin Foil Knight


This one is for you Lee. Bit of a spur of the moment thing but i hope you like it. I love you. xxx

You are such an amazing treasure,
A real life angel,
I’m more or less nothing,
I’m simply a Tin Foil Knight,
My tine foil armour is all crumple and lacks a sheen,
My sword is nothing but a coat hanger,
My shield, a wooden plate,
My steed is pretty much imaginary,
I’m no lord, no baron, no king,
I’m just a Tin Foil Knight.

I’ll still be yours though,
With my shield I’ll protect you from dragons who make you cry,
With my sword I’ll fight off your nightmares,
With my armour and steed I’ll rush to your side,
I’m not much good but I’ll stand by you,
I’ll be yours,
Your very own Tin Foil Knight.

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The Few

Posted: October 27, 2015 in Poems, Random thoughts, Reblogs, Writing

The Few


After months of planning,
The sea lion begins its attack,
Teeth bared,
A black cap upon its head,
And an iron cross on its breast,
Its minions swarm overhead,
Ready to drop hell upon the Isle.

Who can stave off the sea lions bite?

Men of the Isle,
Exiles from the east,
And allies from the west,
The bravest of pilots,
The Few.

They take to the heavens,
In their seraphs of war,
Raging Hurricanes,
And surging Spitfires,
Aces against the storm.

Remember their heroism,
303rd, 401st and 312nd,
Remember their names,
11, 74th and 609th,
Brothers and comrades,
The Few.

The Battle of Britain calls,
This will be their finest hour.


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Awww, ain’t that soppy part 2


Aaaand here’s the other one.


“As she stands on the stage of life.

The spotlights highlight her beauty as she,

sings in her wondrous voice.

The crowd goes crazy, cheering.

But then she notices.

The crowd is one person.


Her biggest fan.”


Love you Lee!❤ xxx

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Awww, ain’t that soppy part 1


Yes yes, i know. It’s a love poem now shut it!


“As I look out across what I call my world.

I see lush rivers with serene waterfalls.

I see the beautiful sky,

Filled with a celestial sun.

I see the rolling hills,

The colossal mountains,

And the rich forests.

But then it all melts away.

I blink, and see you.

And then, I realize.

You are my world.”

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