Archive for Jun, 2022

Humans are made of all sorts,
A host of exotic ingredients,
Sugar spice and some things not so nice,
Herbs and poisons,
Garlic and cyanide,
Ore and gemstones,
Don’t forget the dead flesh,

The recipe isn’t always followed,
Or perhaps one doesn’t exist,
No human is a carbon copy,
The ingredients act in flux,
The outcome always a coin toss,
Sometimes an angel emerges from the hearth,
Other times a devil.

Good (insert time of day) inmates!

How are you finding the week so far? Good I hope! Despite the recent negative things going on in the world right now. In particular my heart goes out to the ladies over in the US right now. The asylum is disgusted by what your supreme court has done. I’m not knowledgeable enough to comment on the details really, but I don’t really see a positive side right now. All I could think to do was write ‘Empires Fall’. Stay strong sisters! I’m having a little bit of a low one myself this week regrettably. I don’t know if that’s come across in the recent poems. I’m alright honestly, it’s just one of those weeks. It hasn’t stopped me writing and that’s the most important thing eh?

So, on to todays main event. The Harlequins writing music! I shared a clue for todays musical theme earlier on my social media pages. I’ve been trying to get more people (friends in particular) to follow me over on Facebook in particular. It seems I get more views from there than my other pages. Did anybody see the clue anyways? I thought it was a good one.

I mentioned the whole Roe v. Wade thing briefly a moment ago, and that may give you a good idea of our theme today. Todays theme is women. Female music artists to be specific! The fairer sex, as they say. They make up around half of the population of the world, so it stands to reason they’re equally as great at creating wonderful and thought-provoking music. I’m pretty much stating the obvious here because I think we all know about female musicians. It’s not exactly a bizarre concept. Haha! Opera singers, female rockers, popstars and a huge amount more. I’m going to try and share five of my favourite female artists here for you all to marvel at. No “girl bands” though. Certainly not a fan of those, just like boy bands.

With that said, join me as we delve into the musical minds of feminine artists the world over!

Joan Jett – I Love Rock ‘N Roll

Tarja – Until My Last Breath

Adele – Send My Love (To Your New Lover)

Babymetal – Da Da Dance

Amy Winehouse – Back To Black

And there we have it! Obviously there were countless possible options for this particular list from every genre imaginable. Not too easy to limit it to only five, but there you go. Maybe I’ll do another list on this theme in the future. That seems like a fun idea. I hope you’ve enjoyed my choices for this week anyway, let me know what female artists you guys really enjoy. I’d love to hear of some new ones.

So, let’s get the weekly shilling out of the way eh? As previously mentioned, I’m trying to push my social media sites a little bit. So, I have a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page on Twitter as well. Please consider following me over on those as well eh? 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!

We are spawned as a blank slate,
With no rhyme or reason,
A doll not yet painted,
A straw fetish not yet burned,
We’re a biological puzzle,
A mutable disasterpiece,

We shift and grow over the years,
Mutated by our experiences,
Adapting bodily to lifes toils,
Given hardier scales after each betrayal,
Sharper talons and fangs for every struggle,
Sprouting wings to follow our dreams,

Each of us adapts differently,
The beauty and horror of nature,
Decade after decade,
And trial after challenge,
We keep evolving,
Until we finally go extinct.

Who can put us down the worst?
Whom do you think?
Those closest to us of course,
Our inner circles,
They indeed have the most volatile ammo,
The most cutting,

Friends know things that enemies only guess,
They know our weaknesses,
The nicks in our cuirass,
Whether intended or not,
They can get the closest with the blade,
And strike the most vital zones,

Keep friends close,
And enemies closer they say,
But a knife is still a knife.

He comes,
In blood red overcoat and fedora,
The ultimate vampire,
A count of the night,
Now a leashed hellhound,
The charge of Sir Hellsing,
And subject to her majesty,
Hunting his own kind,
By bullet or blood magic,
The things that go bump in the dark,
Get bumped right back,
Even in the most inky of nights,
He comes.

There once was an empire,
Lost in time,
Where bodily autonomy was fiction,
Profaned by a cult of suffering,
A power structure built upon hate,
Ivory towers built upon little girls backs,

This empire had been divided long ago,
Called united only by the mad,
Its women failed by those on high,
Some condemned to death or abuse,
Some reduced to incubators,
Liberty swiped by old men,

Evil is the herald of an empires collapse,
Some courts hear no justice,
And lessons are never learned,
Domination is not unity,
Red white and blue stained in ash,
The flag doesn’t represent the whole,

So rightly protest dear sisters,
Like Rome and Xerxes before it,
All empires fall,
And just like the Ostrogoths of old,
It’ll be torn brick by brick,
Burned down by its women.

Daily life is a constant grind,
A never-ending rotation,
An ouroboros,
A snake chewing on its own tail,
Day after day,
Bleeding like venom into the next,
And just like a serpent,
It’s cold and relentless,
Already piercing the flesh of the next day,
A treadmill coated in ichor,
Seeping into our veins and hearts,
The days wear away at us,
And we succumb eventually,
Venom gets its way.

Heed this message,
Lady Lunar sees all,
Watching from her ballroom of constellations,
Her cold eyes falling upon us,
Like a gravitational force,

Though her face be pockmarked and severe,
The moon must have a heart,
She sees all of our vice,
Our innate enmity,
And doesn’t choose to end us,

Through tidal waves or disdain,
Or falling upon us in apocalyptic fashion,
She could but resists the urge,
She remains our guardian,
Foil to her nuclear sister.

Good day inmates!

And what a fine day it has been! The weather has been truly great the last few days. There were some heavy rainy spells over the weekend but it was never what I’d call cold. Loving the summer here at the asylum, that’s for sure. I’ve been a bit up and down in the happiness department, yet no real cause has occurred to me. It may have been clear from a couple of the poems in the last week. I’m dealing with it though, no need to be concerned. Madman is as madman does. Haha!

Speaking of being mad, want to hear some crazy music today? It’s the Harlequins writing music after all! Did anybody see todays musical theme clue? It looked a bit smoky, didn’t it? If you haven’t seen it, please think about following and liking me on my social media pages. I’ll be putting the links towards the end of the post as always.

So, today’s musical theme is industry! Yep. It’s one of those things that humanity can’t seem to do without, despite the potential damage that it can cause environmentally. Cogs and chemicals and electronics, we require the power of heavy industry to bring these things into our daily lives. They call it the force of progress. Without industry, you couldn’t drive a car, or fly in an aeroplane or even have much of the food that we eat. Granted many of the methods in these processes leave a lot to be desired, particularly on that final point. So what does this have to do with music? Well, like everything, there are artists that write about the nuts and bolts of machinery, of the dystopia of industrial excess and sometimes it can be as simple as producing a song that almost sounds like the hum of an engine or the beat of the factory floor. It wouldn’t typically be the kind of music I imagine you’d find in the pop charts and the like, but I say it’s still just as viable. Hell, there’s an entire genre called Industrial! Let’s see what I found this week eh?

Please join me as we delve into the musical minds of mechanised artists the world over!

Portishead – Machine Gun

Grendel – New Flesh

Mr Strange – The Cars That Ate The World

Dr. Steel – Lament for a Toy Factory

Avatar – Colossus

And there we have it once more! This list wasn’t actually very easy to come up with this week. It didn’t help that I lost a couple of the bands I had originally intended to include so I had to find some more! What a nuisance eh? Anyway, I hope that you all enjoy my picks for this week and that you go and give these artists some love. They all deserve the attention you know!

Speaking of attention, may I request yours again? As previously mentioned, it would be really swell if you guys could follow me on my social media sites as well as the blog. It would really help me out. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page on Twitter as well! Links are included here! Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well! Cheers for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

We all have a drake wrapped about us,
Like a scaled shawl,
The regal emerald of opulence,
It speaks poisonous globules into your ear,
Greed and want and thievery,
A forked tongue caressing your lobe,
It wants you to take,
And take again,

Despite what the lizard whispers,
You mustn’t covet all,
You can’t possess the world,
You don’t own that treasure,
Or that heart,
You can’t count the worlds coins,
Don’t heed the hissing of the green dragon,
Just be your pure self.