Humanity is electric,
Volts piloting fleshy mannequins,
And we’re all having an energy crisis,
We lack the energy for change,
A scarce stockpile of self-betterment,
Effort dimming along with our bedside lamps,

It seems our supplies are depleted,
Interest and vigour evaporated in our tanks,
No drive to fix our problems,
Our societal defects,
No natural gas to pump our breast,
Nor to warm our hearts,

Tragedy after tragedy,
And plight after plight,
Policies for change are avoided,
But these shortages can’t be ignored forever,
There is an energy crisis abound,
And the future shall pay the inflated price.

Hello there inmates!

Good day fellow inmates of the world! How are you all doing? Ultimately good I hope! Things have been pretty decent for me too. I’m having a good start with the new job and I am actually enjoying it. I know, it was a surprise to me too! Here’s hoping for a bright future eh? I wish I could say the same about the weather this week. It’s been diabolical honestly. Not cold or anything, but changeable to say the least. I got soaked the other day on a minor 10 minute trip. I was most tilted. I hope that all of you are having more luck in your respective neighbourhoods.

So, did anybody see the musical theme clue today? It was a pretty obvious one, I’ll confess. A fairly recognisable flag I’d hope. Go on, I’m sure you guessed it right!

That’s it, you got it! Todays theme is the country of Scotland! That most northern part of the United Kingdom. I’ve not yet been lucky enough to visit our northern comrades yet, but everyone I know who has say it’s simply beautiful. I’ve always wanted to visit Edinburgh and especially watch the yearly Edinburgh Tattoo (look it up, it’s so cool). The Scottish are a hardy people who seem to be reduced to a comedic stereotype much too often. All whisky, pubs and haggis. I daresay they’re not all that different from us southerners though. The highlands evoke a certain majesty that you don’t always get to see elsewhere in the UK and I think a lot of that translates to their music artists. It’s a picturesque land that just begs to be sung about. Like any other country though, the inhabitants like and create all sorts of music. For example, Calvin Harris and The Waterboys couldn’t be more different and they’re both Scottish. So, let’s see just how varied I can be today eh?

Please, once more, join me as we delve into the musical minds of Scottish artists!

KT Tunstall – Suddenly I See
https://www.kttunstall.com/

Primal Scream – Rocks
https://www.primalscream.net/

CHVRCHES – Clearest Blue
https://chvrch.es/

Iona Fyfe – The Cauld
https://ionafyfe.com/

Alestorm – Keelhauled
https://alestorm.net/

And there we go! Not a Proclaimers song or bagpipe in sight! That’s not to say they wouldn’t be suitable choices I suppose. I think I got a good selection there, don’t you? I was surprised how many bands I know were in fact from Scotland. That’ll teach me won’t it? I hope you all check each of these artists out, they definitely deserve the attention. Slainte Mhath!

So, let’s get the shilling out of the way eh? I must say it would be wonderful if you would all come follow me on social media as well as here at the asylum. I have a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and even a Twitter page. I share my poems over there too, but I also share clues for my poems a few hours ahead of time. It’s good fun honestly. Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Mankind is sick,
Addled by a toxic fog,
A primal miasma,
Colourless and odourless,
But insidious all the same,
It permeates not only into our skin,
But our humours also,
Reducing us to beasts,

We scratch at one another over trifles,
Imagined slights and bruised egos,
Chimpanzee disputes and jealousy,
A red mist owning our minds,
And though harmony is our ideal,
Our intent,
We show such aptitude for rage,
Such illness.

Why do I write?
It’s an intricate question,
But the answer is simple,
I found a calling within the ink,
A reason for being,
An obsession perhaps,

And so I waltz with quills and vellum,
A giggling rune crafter,
Splashing ink upon dreams and fantasies,
Incubi between the lines,
Chimera of vowels and consonants,
And I’m a capable beast master,

I’ll admit it takes practice,
When I pen these brainchilds,
I’m not showing off,
Not espousing some kind of artsy manifesto,
I simply write because I love it,
I could not see myself any other way.

I admire the philosophers,
The thinkers,
Those followers of wisdom,
Those Platos and Nietzches,
Those who deign to study reality and existence,
Thankless profession as it is,

Unlike the astronomers,
Who look outward,
To that more tangible mystery,
These souls look deep inside,
Into that primordial mass that is humanity,
The wiles of our nature,

They ask questions,
Is there meaning in life?
What is consciousness?
Are there deities?
Fate or free will?
Positing enigmas ad infinitum,

Yet they shout into the void,
No concrete answers will echo back,
And for that,
I admire these personages,
Because they understand that basic tenet,
Philosophy is to know that you know nothing.

What is dark poetry?
It’s art from the other side of life,
The undercroft,
It is the pens true misgivings with the world,
Poetry without the veneer of hope,
Without naivete,

It’s verse unconcerned with the daisies,
Or the wonders global,
It’s poetry with the mask off,
Of black eyes and cracked teeth,
Of track marks and hangovers,
Grief and crime and the reapers art,

Don’t misconstrue my words though,
Flowery prose has its place,
Ink of faith and family,
Denial helps with the pain after all,
But all ideals require an obverse,
And that’s poetry from the dark.

There is a golden road afore you,
Afore us all,
It’s a track to virtue,
Gilt stone after gilt stone,
A journey to be a good soul,
It is no easy road,
Feeling like a savage incline even on the flat,

It takes temperance to reach the zenith,
A conscience,
There will be temptations off the road,
Jackals built of greed,
Landmines of notoriety in the dirt,
Enticing sculptures of carnal flesh,
Vice beside the aurum,

Don’t get turned around,
Keep plugging away,
Foot after foot,
Year after year,
Your sweat shall keep you true,
Few perceive the golden road,
Fewer still remain good.

Even in your loneliest nights,
When the silence screeches in your ears,
The sky can deliver you love,
In the form of a cerulean comet,

An evanescent light in the sky,
Streaking across your eyes like a pleasing form,
The shape of a paramour,
Painted in azure trails,

This falling star,
It burns white-hot,
Like the throes of frenetic passion,
It conjures images of trysts and new families,

But comets are only brief interlopers,
And if you don’t grab it,
Pluck it from the universe,
It’ll pass by at light speed,

And proceed to the orbit of another.

Hello there inmates!

I didn’t see you lurking there! How are you all doing? Having a nice week so far? That’s wonderful to hear! It’s been a rather eventful one for me too. I actually started a new job this week, which has given me the opportunity to get out and about a bit more. Hopefully make some new friends too eh? The weather has been absolutely bizarre. Thunderstorm after hot sun after rainstorm. It simply can’t make its mind up. It’s quite frustrating when you’ve got to travel by bike. Haha!

Anyway, let’s get on to the meat of todays post. The reason that you’re all here, theoretically. The Harlequins writing music! I always find it breaks up the week quite nicely, between my poems. A reprieve, if you will. Did anybody see todays theme clue? It’s a slightly harder one to explain if I’m honest. And potentially something of a red herring.

Todays musical theme is… high school! Or rather “high school never ends”. The clue I used today was from the music video of the Bowling For Soup song by the same name. Clever eh? But what do I mean by this one? Songs based around school wouldn’t be all that interesting after all. Well, no. Todays musical theme is more centred around showing you all a few of the songs/artists that I “started with” back in the day. The favourite songs and bands of my formative years. The music that has contributed to shaping my tastes these days. Angsty teenage Harley was a bit of a plonker, but present Harley has a lot to thank him for on the musical front. Want to hear some of the music that I listened to in my bedroom on my PC or iPod? Let’s try it eh?

Join me as we delve into the musical minds of past artists the world over!

Coheed and Cambria – Welcome Home
https://www.coheedandcambria.com/

She Wants Revenge – True Romance
https://www.shewantsrevenge.com/

My Chemical Romance – Helena
https://www.mychemicalromance.com/

Linkin Park – Numb
https://www.linkinpark.com/

The Shanklin Freak Show – The Light Fantastic
https://www.facebook.com/theshanklinfreakshow/

And there we have it! What did you think of those eh? There were so many others that I could have included on this one, but I’d be here for eons. I may even ending up doing this theme again some time. So, from listening to these, you may be able to see how they have influenced my own writing style, creative endeavours and indeed this asylum as well. I really suggest listening to all of these, they definitely deserve the attention. It’s nice to look back and see how far I’ve come.

Speaking of nice, would you be to me? Maybe follow me on social media? The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account over on Instagram and even a page on Twitter. Please consider following on those as well, it really helps me out. Also, if you really enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well. Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

I was spawned without logic,
Without reason,
A vacuum behind the eyes,
Only a glitzy nebula in the gap,
My mind must be locked up elsewhere,
Incarcerated in absentia,

Reason has formed a bogeyman,
Trying to drag me away,
To mundanity,
But I won’t go,
I’m fleeing sanity,
Cloaked in oddity,

I live as a madman,
Bereft of marbles,
Skipping gleefully along the path,
Sidestepping what you call common sense,
Seeing carousels and masquerades everywhere,
Persisting on this demented track.