Hear me friends,
The night of frights is come,
The moon demands a lightshow,
And we must construct our effigies,
Totems of the pumpkin king,
Ghastly in his visage,
And a corpsefire within,
An icon of the night,
So take up your scalpels,
Gather your minions around,
Prepare your orbed squash for its procedure,
Align the sacred blade,
Initiate the incision,
Grin as you grimly create,
A beautiful chelsea smile,
Upon this pumpkin bestow,
Its grin shall greet the creatures of the night,
A will-o-the-wisp to call up the underworld,
The legions of unholy beings,
For this night of ungodly jollity.
Here I recount a tale of a pointless wreck,
On this frosty night of many ales,
You know nobody cried,
Nobody cared when the vessel went down,
The ports paid no ceremony,
The admiralty sent no search parties,
Nobody cared,
The vessel descended to no fanfare,
Now the old Dead Jester slumbers,
Every fathom down the ocean air sighed,
Relieved to be rid of this wretched circus,
A wooden skeleton amidst sand and coral,
Spine broken across ocean rocks,
A wreck untouched,
Not even the fishes were intrigued,
Clown meat tasted oddly riotous you see,
This graveyard of inadequacy fed no life,
Octopuses set up pebble cordons warding off all-comers,
The lost souls here continue to bicker and wrestle,
This crew of mimes and jokers,
They were destined for this abyssal limbo,
One trickster was spat back out by the kraken,
The first mates corpse choked a great white,
Souls forsaken by even Davy Jones,
You see this sinking was a detriment to the sea,
This boats life and death were an insult Mother Nature and Poseiden,
A cancer unable to be excised.
The stage is set,
I did not expect this today,
I had not seen the assailant advance,
A cast member obscured by fog,
A flash of silver in hand,
Suddenly a white-hot bolt of force,
And then cold betwixt darkness,
My hands race to my gut,
In the dramatic parlance,
A grizzled song from my lips,
Along with red confetti,
A musical number unrehearsed,
To an applause of liquid hitting cobbles,
The grim theatre be done,
And I lay amongst my roses crimson,
Bestowed by an audience unseen,
They seep into drains as I bow out.
I hope you’re all having a wonderfully mad day today. I hope you’re also enjoying the dwindling days of October as well. It’s hard to believe November is so close already. But you know what that means! Halloween is near as well! My favourite day of the year. I’d happily give up Christmas for a second Halloween and no that is not a joke. Haha! As you may be able to tell, I’m feeling much better from my little slump last week. I’m still not quite sure what caused that but I’m glad its been given its marchin orders.
So things here at the asylum have been performing much the same as usual. Traffic seems to be down a bit at the moment which is a pity but I suppose things just go like that sometimes. As long as I’m not irritating folks with my work recently or something. I’d feel very bad in that situation.
So, with that aside, it’s time for this weeks edition of the Harlequins writing music! As halloween is fast approaching I figured I would create a “spooky” themed list today. I’m going to include six (yes that’s right, six!) of the freakiest and scariest artists that I could think of. We need some unsettling imagery in this place! Some of these are likely to be artists that I’ve shared before. Lets get some interesting music videos going eh?
Join me this Halloween eve week as we delve into the musical minds of scary artists the world over!
So there we have it for another drop of the Harlequins writing music!
That last one was sort of a joke. A very good song, but hardly threatening. I’m a big fan of all of these artists and I think they all deserve just all of the love. Give a clown a hand would you? Check them all out, you’ll not be disappointed. Everyone needs a bit of fear in their lives, no? Especially at Halloween!
So, heres the usual social media spiel! I have a Facebook page for the asylum, an Instagram page and a Twitter account. I share random photos from my mad life and also include clues for my poems a few hours ahead of their release. Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-fi page. Cheers and I doff my hat to you!
Do you ever lay awake at night?
Beyond the turn of midnight,
Wondering why you weren’t enough,
Or how you could have performed differently,
Your mind painting new timelines,
Wishes upon tired stars,
The devils hour is thought sinister,
But bad karma only comes to those deserving,
It has become a stage for the crestfallen,
The night breeze is a fitting backtrack,
A subtle chill to the bone,
Numbing the body,
The demons of the hour recognise heartbreak,
For even they are angels to some,
They shall not bring more torment upon you,
They know your heart is the prime malignant harrier,
They spy the anguish on your cheeks,
The inconsolable tears upon your pillow,
This is no nightmare,
No black magic at work tonight,
No witchcraft or demonology,
This is simply a soul breaking down,
Heartbreak in the twilight,
A melancholy man or woman watched over by the moon,
I am surrounded by the Immaterial,
Fingers and faces I cannot see,
Like a wind tunnel splaying out to the heavens,
I feel it swirling around me like unnatural wind,
It’s like being submerged in icy water that pulses,
I dont know from whence this supernatural force materialised,
A heretofore unknown elemental dynamic,
Whispers and hymns sung in flux,
Butterflies and figures waltzing in florid vividity,
Their colours unaffected by the dusts of the air,
I dont know what these spectres want from me,
Be they incorporeal apparition or trick of the mind,
The whispers that I can’t help but heed,
Be it sorcery or illusion,
The tingles upon my skin that I cannot feel,
I am haunted by the Immaterial,
A force that sends my senses in to spasm,
Disbelief sprouts from my very mind,
And yet I cannot deny it,
This ever-present wind that screeches to itself,
Neither friend nor foe.
I sit reclined upon this scathing sand,
With the resort of the present behind me,
Belly laughs and dances and skipping,
And the broiling sea of the past before me,
Do-overs and regrets and flashbacks,
I spy herds of elephants migrating along the horizon,
A parade of weighty emotions,
Carrying memories myriad of years past,
Mirages of yesteryear images against the sunset,
Fizzing above the waves,
The herd continues unabated,
Each heavy footfall was pachyderm remembrance,
A weighty vision of events past,
My brain sits astride them gazing back at me,
Quizzically inquiring why I look upon their assemblage of years gone,
Why look back?
Why hark to the trumpeting?
Forget the elephants and pain,
They do not walk in your future.
I read of a callous man,
Who sought to be more than a man,
He began welding and fixing all sorts of changes,
Supercomputer intellect and mechanised physicality,
Steel replacing sinew,
Changes had to made,
These bloody organs had to go,
Their expiry was too impending,
First his heart torn out,
Feelings and all,
Humanity twisting into electricity,
His family values and dynasty melted down,
To become ore for his new frame,
Friendships thrown in the furnace,
His love for life became science fiction,
He slept in an old junkyard in the city,
He dreamed in binary,
Putting two and two together and getting seven,
Conclusions made in angst,
Errors in code,
True he is now more than a man,
Now he’s just man-made,
Now he is just metal,
Now he’s just a ghost in the machine,
Lost to data.
The best occasion is on my twisted mind,
The chilling palpitations have arisen,
I feel my skull begin to chatter,
The night of the harvest approaches,
And my desire to get spooky has taken over,
Let’s allow our hair down and our arms to drop off,
Let us dance under the disco ball of the moon,
Our cemetery dance floor awaits,
Amidst pumpkins and fallen skulls,
Music comprised of banshee wails and lycan howls,
Bear your own skulls friends,
The party of this crazy year begins,
Passing the overbearing bouncers in hockey masks,
We drank potions of all ilks,
I did the thriller with corpses,
A karaoke duet with something from the swamp,
I won arm wrestling against the Frankensteins monster,
A witch pecked me on the cheek,
We’ll have a grand old freaky time,
Boredom will run away in terror,
So raise your claws and tentacles and brooms,
All my monster chums out there,
Happy Halloween season to my fellow freaks,
Happy Samhain.
There are things within these walls,
Things that follow room to room,
Things that slither and writhe,
Things that peek through cracks,
Things that chew on rats,
Souls not at rest,
The cavities,
These veins of this old house,
They squirm like black blood,
They thrash at the games of these devilkin,
I hear them,
Clawing and giggling and scratching,
Tittering and scraping and taunting,
Curses in a menagerie of voices,
They’re trying to get out,
You’ll hear them tap at night,
Searching for a chink in the houses armour,
They call out to me in frothy tongues,
They just want to play,
They only want to break another toy,
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