Archive for Jun, 2021

Good day inmates!

How are you all on this fine day? I’m doing quite well myself. Been enjoying the warmer weather, though it’s not been overly sunny. It’s that kind of storm-prone heat that we get here every summer. I imagine that’s hardly unique to England, but there you go. I’ve felt my previous weeks worth of poems has been better than my average. I’ve felt more proud than usual, which is always hard to believe. I’ve certainly appreciated the lovely comments this week and again I apologise for sometimes being a bit slow to reply.

So, part 90 of the Harlequins writing music eh? It’s hard to believe we have come this far. You know you guys are welcome to suggest I stop right? Haha! Anybody that read last weeks edition would be unsurprised to hear about todays musical theme. I felt it was suitable to use the same clue again. Do you remember what it was? Well my friends, it was the glorious season of summer! It’s a great time of year to party, it’s a great time of year to make music of a more positive vibe, it’s a great time of year just all around. I can’t just listen to depressing music all year round you know?

So, want to hear five more music choices to represent the sublime summer months? I promise I won’t repeat artists from last week!

So, please join me as we delve into the musical minds of sunny artists the world over!

Reel Big Fish – Sell Out

Rihanna – Don’t Stop The Music

Childish Gambino – Feels Like Summer

Calvin Harris – Summer

Beres Hammond – Feel Good

So there we have it! How was that eh? Some nice both dancey and chilled summer songs for all of you to enjoy. I think I got a greater variety than last week, to be honest. You know I had to include some reggae in there, didn’t you? I hope you check out all of these artists, particularly ones you’re less familiar with. You will not be disappointed!

So, I need to include some social media spiel here now as always. This here asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and an account on Twitter as well. As always, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page. Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

The Earth is a water painting,
Created by some invisible Picasso,
Still damp from the godly brushstrokes,
The skies morph before your eyes,
Ever changing,
As if moved by the brushes’ impetus,

Blended swathes of viridian making up the fields,
A view into the many masks of the land,
The arid lands and barrens shine in saffron ardour,
Each river a stroke of woad,
You can see the current in its very pigment,
A sublime portraiture,

It’s a look at our mother in artistic disclosure,
Showing her countless faces,
Both serene and destructive,
The paintings surface feels both molten and siberian,
Professing the worlds extremes in colour,
After all isn’t a landscape just a portrait of the world?

When I hear its call,
That plastic herald fills me with dread,
It’s speaker a devious homunculus,
With a shrill call,

Ring ring,
Ring ring,

My veins become a red glacier within,
My teeth begin a tap dance,
What will the message be?
Which spectres voice will haunt me?

Ring ring,
Ring ring,

Does the apocalypse beckon?
My mind is a slideshow of worst case scenarios,
Will it be threats?
Perhaps evil news?

Ring ring,
Ring ring,

It trills again,
I must answer it,
I must slay this raucous demon,
My hands crusade commences upon the handset,

Wrong number,
The palpitations in my spine mock me.

Over the electric waves,
We are told there’s an app for everything,
Little neon geists in our palms,
Portable cyclopes,
Programs for every dilemma,
Apps for every sin,

Trading your organs for stocks online,
There’s an app for that,
Losing the social graces of a real human,
There’s an app for that,
Gambling your final savings,
There’s an app for that,
Deviously seeking an alternative to our spouse,
There’s an app for that,

There’s apps for all sorts,
Candy and arsenic,
Biscuits and viruses,
We are androids joined at the wrist,
To these rectangular demons,
These apps.

The brain is an opera singer,
Constantly on practice,
With a captive audience of one,
Its voice inciting electricity,
Galvanising cortices,
Bouncing within the skull as acoustics,
From falsetto to bass to alto,
And back again,
From a music sheet constantly in flux,
Screaming out messages,
Orders to the whole,

Move that hand,
Take the next step,
Break that heart,
Fall apart again.

I stood there judging the sky,
Wondering what it all means,
The grey answers back in spite,
Scorn upon the clouds,
A copious downpour of rain descends,
Speaking in tongues,
The scent of fresh lawn and dew rises in chorus,
It burns my eyes,

This interaction draws on for hours,
It collides with insults upon asphalt,
A cacophony drowning out my thoughts,
Thunder quakes distantly joining the orchestra,
This blue veil the downpour has laid over me,
And the chills that comprise it,
They whisper in my ear,
Who am I to judge the sky?

Descend you will,
Seduced by the siren call of golden opulence,
Down into the dungeon,
The harsh pit,
Dank fluctuations through the planets flesh,
Hewed by unknowable beings of history,
The marvel of its structure only matched by the horrors within,

Those before you have fallen as fodder or gone mad,
There are things down there,
Things waiting in the darks cloak,
Hungry pitiless things,
A terrible bestiary of jaws and roughshod weapons,
Goblins and dragons and basilisks,
Beholders and zombies and troglodytes,

Descend you still will,
Like so many before,
Will you overcome them all?
Cleave a swathe through them,
And return to the light with riches aplenty?
Or fall and become yet another skeletal decoration,
Expired prey of the dungeon?

Hello there inmates!

Having a pleasant week? I certainly hope so! It’s been rather nice over here at the asylum too. The weather took a rather grey turn at one point, but returned to the warm weather we expect at this time. At least the grass had some refreshment eh? I’m actually typing this up while outside right now. There’s a decent breeze so I shan’t be burning. No complaints here, that’s for sure.

So, I know why you’re here. You got lost on the way to a better blog. No- wait! That’s not right. Oh yes, you’re here for the Harlequins writing music! At least I hope so or you’re likely to be disappointed. Well, I have some music for you, oh yes I do! Did anybody see the theme I shared a clue for earlier on? I think it was a pretty obvious one again honestly. The theme for todays music is the summer! Seems obvious really, but it hit me like a bolt out of the blue this morning. Many people love the summer. They love the vibes of joy, the crowds of people and the general heat. I’m personally a fan of the hot weather. Everyone associates different music with the summer. It may bring back specific memories, or has a particular ‘dancey’ and tropical sound, or instead it may simply be the time of year that someone heard a particular song or artist.

I’m curious about the kinds of music that you guys out there like to listen to in the summer or songs that remind you of the summer days. Let me know in the comments if you are so inclined. I’m going to share some songs now and nobody can stop me! Just kidding, but I am going to share some music…

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

Cider Sky – Northern Lights

Sum 41 – Fatlip

Bowling For Soup – 1985

Shaft – Mucho Mambo (Sway)

O-Zone – Dragostea Din Tei

And there we have it!

How was that eh? I could have included sooooo many other artists in this weeks edition. I was thinking I may even do a second part of this next week. Summer ain’t over for a while yet! We’ll see! I hope you check out all of these artists and give them some love! I know they’re not unknown artists or anything, but they still deserve the love right?

Let’s have some silly social media nonsense eh? The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page over on Twitter. It’d be grand if any of you could go over and like or follow me over there too! Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page. Thanks for everything!

Until next week, remember that suntan lotion and have a very crazy day inmates!

Souls be bound,
Occupying spaces within each other,
A synchronicity spanning star systems,
Soulmates under an astrological plan,
Designs with axes where two souls’ synastry can be observed,
The key is in the natal signs,
Locations of hearts etched on a chart,
Horoscopes blended together,

Humans are not mere flesh,
Though men are from Mars,
And women from Venus,
Souls are the domain of the very suns,
From Aries to Pisces,
Bound by birth date and name,
Under stars and astral bodies,
Compatibility left to the flux of the universe.

I am bound to this place,
Consumed by these walls,
These offices of authority,
Branded with this name badge contract,
Fastened a bit deep to my chest,
I am to action this places will,
I am its blade and quill,
A rusty cog in an old machine,

Some serf comes before this department,
She comes begging for monetary salvation,
She will soon be homeless,
But we are no charity,
Too many have come begging today,
So the red stamp denies her,
Her tears a prayer to this place,
The doorman will remove her,

All in a days sweat,
Good enough for government work.