Archive for Oct, 2022

There was such hope for us,
Such aspirations,
Such ideas of potential,
A plan and design from our Mother,
To be caretakers and stewards,
Philosophers and artists,

But some unknown corruption has set in,
We’ve slowly become this,
The Illogicensia,
Devoid of forethought,
Apes bashing rocks together for peanuts,
Bacterium playing at godhood,

There is no logic here,
Only the most mad of mind,
Agents of chaos,
Choking the world like an abused pup,
Best laid plans indeed died at first contact,
Logical planning can’t account for illogical action.

I wonder what it must be like,
To possess a heart of stone,
To look blankly at a face coated in tears,
To shrug at the lamentations of another,
To be little more than a golem,

Your breast holds no beating core,
But an orb of onyx,
Tectonic chitin shifting with every breath,
Every indifferent sigh,
Each yawn at another’s expense,

I’ve got to know,
To be so cold,
Does it hurt?
Or have you forgotten pain too?
Like the rest of those pesky sensations?

Hello there inmates!

Well, here we are again my friends! Another wednesday and another one of my rambling walls of text. How are you all finding the week so far? It’s been a rather steady one here at the asylum. The poem ideas have been coming thick and fast, which I can only attribute to feeling generally more relaxed with the coming of the “Halloween weeks”. I’ve got lots of ideas already settled for next week, where I intend to focus on more of my horror or generally bizarre poems for the run up to the big day. That only seems suitable, no?

Though I’m not really focussing on that until Sunday or perhaps Monday, I chose a musical theme which still very much ties into the season. Did anybody see the clue for the theme earlier today? I felt it was a pretty telling clue. Certainly not one of my vague ones. It was right there on the social media pages. You guys should check those out sometime you know!

So, with October, comes a very “harvest” musical theme. The theme for todays writing music post is: Witches, witchcraft and magic. I know, it’s perfect isn’t it? It’s the season of the witch after all! Those terrific ladies of the dark (and white) arts, with their black cats and broomsticks. Those curious women who still follow the old pagan ways. The shamans, the soothsayers and the warlocks. Sometimes considered evil, sometimes pure good and even occasionally they just wish to be left alone. Understandable really. I’d say they are one of the first figures that can spring into the mind when one thinks of Halloween. That’s not to say they are delegated to being a holiday figure, indeed many follow the sorcerous customs all year round, in countless different forms. It just feels fitting to make a musical dedication to them this week. Let’s see what I can conjure up this week eh?

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

Annie Lennox – I Put A Spell On You

Rob Zombie – American Witch

Lindsey Stirling – Til The Light Goes Out

AC/DC – Witch’s Spell

Mercyful Fate – Witches’ Dance

And there we have it! Can anybody else smell witch-hazel and sage? I like to think I’ve managed to choose a damn good mix this week. Or maybe I’ve had a spell cast on my taste? That would explain a lot. Anyhow, I hope that you all enjoy the choices I’ve presented this week and that you check all of these artists out. They all deserve it!

Speaking of deserving, I don’t deserve it but I’d very humbly like to ask y’all to check out my social media. The asylum has a miniscule presence on a few pages out there. I’ll include links here for your convenience. I have a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page over on Twitter as well! 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 my friends!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

I yearn to be a supernova,
A celestial detonation,
A show of primordial potency,
I want to be a firework,
Exploding a clowns grin across a night sky,
To ignite the skies above,
Strings of art held in fiery glare,
Incandescent craft amongst the stars,
Flushing every pair of eyes with radiance,
I ride this runaway nuclear ignition,
Just to confer one gift to all,
Just to be noticed once,

But yes,
An explosion ends eventually,
Even one born of suns,
Before I burn out,
And return to shadow,
I’m going to bath you all in light.

A lightbulb surges to life,
The realisation was like a bird strike,
The knowledge the bite of a rattlesnake,
An eagle savaging a hare,
A serrated blow from out of sight,
It blindsides me,
It knocks me to the ground,
Stunned by my own inability,
My lack of sight,
Finding talons in my flesh,
I feel the white-hot pain,
And the feathers all around,
The triumphant shriek of a hunter.

Oh to have a scrying glass,
An obsidian mirror,
Like a witch in a tower,
To peer upon its surface like calm water,
To see across mountains and eons,
To see conversations elsewhere,
To hear music not yet written,

I’d love to be a raven,
In the trees of another’s mind,
Watching and eavesdropping,

I’d love to be a spirit,
In the attic of another’s home,
Learning of their life,

I’d love to be a diviner,
To read the auguries of another’s future,
From my plum tent on the hill,

To be not restricted to one pair of eyes,
I gaze at the mirrors face,
I just want to see what others see,
How are their days going?
What charges their souls with vim?
Do they speak of me?
What whispers to them in their solitude?

Between the heart and brain,
Emotion and sense,
Lies a diplomatic table,
Bestrewn with spilled bourbon and old photos,
We play the translator,
Pulled between two rivals,
These belligerents of an intermittent war,
They do not share a language,
Their approaches do not align,

One is a warlord,
An impetuous sort,
Pumping red wine and hot air,
Dancing with mayhem,
The other is a schemer,
A reptilian vizier,
All double-speak and calculations,
Cold and always right,
Two true opposites,

So it falls to the interpreter,
We have to make sense of it all,
Bridge the language gap,
Decide the course of action,
Impulse or artifice?
Which do you favour?

Normal conversation is a main course,
One that rarely tantalises me,
And rarer still is it served with skill,
I find it an unappealing slop,
An insipid entrée,
The texture of the words grows unpalatable,
Rough and unforgiving,
Undercooked and shallow,

These dull strings of words,
They are not the juicy flesh of wagyu beef,
Nor the silky glide of spaghetti bolognese,
Not even the warming quaff of soup,
They do not entice,
Or enkindle,
Nor entertain,
I am not sated by that drivel,

Increasingly so,
The texture of normality is grist to me,
Absent of taste,
Mediocre chat bound for the toilet bowl,
But then again,
It has to be stated,
Perhaps it is my taste,
Such as it is.

The gloam comes,
And with it the ravages of the night,
The regrets and the nightmares,
The sweats and the guild-ridden fantasia,
And things in the periphery,
Despite the serenity of the scene,
My skull is a maelstrom,
The quiet is no comfort this eve,

But the firmament brings aid,
The clouds burst,
A million little saviours,
Sallying forth in torrents,
A soothing cacophony of blue,
Each impact a pyrrhic victory over the silence,
Every raindrop upon my window,
Like a lovers kiss goodnight.

Hello there inmates!

Welcome once again to an edition of the Harlequins writing music with an increasingly unlikely number attached to it! How are we all this week? I hope that y’all are surviving, the world is seeming more and more volatile every week. I had a rather rocky start to the week myself. Sunday evening through to about early afternoon Tuesday, I had a rather uncomfortable stomach bug. Unpleasant as you can imagine, so I don’t think I need to elaborate on how that went. It seems like a few people I know have had similar ailments recently so I had a feeling something was going to happen. Just my luck eh? At least it didn’t last longer though.

On to something that’s less disgusting, how about we discuss todays musical theme clue? Did anybody see it? I’m suspecting some algorithmic shenanigans going on at the moment. At least on Facebook, it seems like my post reach is being throttled to an extent that I’m even unsure if anybody is seeing my posts. It’s almost gotten to a point that makes me wonder why I bother. Haha! With that in mind, It’d be rather forgivable if nobody saw it this week. This isn’t a shout for help by the way, just a dejecting reality I’ve noticed this last week.

Regardless, todays musical theme is… chemicals! Or chemistry, perhaps. They go hand in hand I suppose. This is one of those less overt musical themes I feel. But when you think about it, there have been many songs over the years that toy with the idea of chemicals. There are songs about the toxicity of people or situations. There are (perhaps too many) songs about using illicit chemicals in the recreational arena. There are even songs out there about the chemistry betwixt people, romantically or otherwise. I’d say that many aspects of humanity is all about chemicals really. They’re in practically everything and used for some a myriad of purposes. Coloured liquids and dangerous toxins are vibrant representations for all manner of human realities. A liar with a tongue of cyanide, the beguiling pull between two strangers, even the poisonous booze that we drink to numb the world. I’m sure a smarter person than I could come up with many other examples of chemicals in the inspirational sense, but that’s all I have at time of writing. I think it’s time for some music eh?

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

Deathstars – Cyanide

Rush – Chemistry

Twenty One Pilots – Chlorine

RealestK – Toxic

Finger Eleven – Slow Chemical

And there we have it! Does this water taste a bit funny to you? I hope that you like the decent (If I do say so myself) variety of music artists this week. I almost went on a rabbit hole of “toxic relationship” songs during the making of this post. I could have easily made a list on just that, but that would ignore all of the other aspects of chemicals eh? Anyway, I hope you all enjoy the choices this week. Be sure to check out the artists, they always appreciate the love I’m sure!

Speaking of love, mind showing your ol’ pal Harley some? I’ve been struggling with the whole social media stuff I must admit. I’d say I’m out of my depth in fact! If anybody reading would like to help me out, please consider following or liking me on my social media sites. I’ll include links here of course. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page over on Twitter as well! They’re really cool I swear! Haha! 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!