Archive for Nov, 2022

Good evening inmates!

How goes the week for all of you? Really good I hope! It’s been really nice reading your comments recently, I really do always appreciate it. Alas it’s been a tad on the “meh” side here I’m afraid. Those dark clouds in my head still seem to be lingering, which is getting rather annoying by this point. I do feel like I need to change something substantial to improve the situation, but I’m a bit lost on that. Maybe a change in medication? A new diet? Fresh air? Or following the doctors advice to try out CBT? I’m kind of terrified of that concept though, it has to be said. Just to add insult to injury as well, I’m feeling a little under the weather now too. Nothing major, just a cold. But it’s not exactly helping my tenuous mood. Not to mention, it’s beginning to get COLD! Oh I hate the cold!

You know what I don’t hate though? Music! Oh yes indeed! That most effective of salves. Did anybody see my clue for todays musical theme? It was a rather iconic one. Anybody who saw it would absolutely guess the theme, I’m confident of that.

Ok, enough babbling. Here’s the reveal! Todays writing music theme is Disney! The clue was obviously the very distinctive castle from Disneyland (and I think Cinderella?). Now, like practically everyone I know of, I grew up with Disney movies. I’m not quite sure what the first one I ever saw was, but it must have been in the 90s. I remember being obsessed with Hercules for one. My interest in their movies has greatly diminished in recent years, which I suppose coincides with getting older without kids. The quality just doesn’t the same to me but that’s a subjective thing of course. You just can’t beat the golden oldies I feel. I always preferred the classic animation style of the likes of Mulan or Pocahontas. Not to mention the music! I feel no shame in admitting that I listen to numerous songs from a range of Disney films to this day. The songs in Mulan, Aladdin, The Lion King and even Frozen to a lesser extent. So it stands to reason that I would a few of my favourites today eh? Let’s get to it!

Please, join me as we delve into the musical minds of the Disney classics!

Pocahontas – Colours of the Wind

Snow White and the Seven Dwarves – Heigh Ho

Aladdin – Friend Like Me

Mulan – I’ll Make A Man Out Of You

Hercules – Zero To Hero

And there we have it! Let’s be real here, it’s almost impossible to pick the absolute best songs from these films. I could have picked so many other ones. The ‘Circle of Life’ anybody? Or ‘Belle’? I hope you enjoy the ones I’ve chosen this week anyways. Why don’t you guys let me know what your favourite Disney movies are? And which songs you love from them? Hey, even let me know if you don’t really like Disney too. That’s just as valid.

Speaking of validation, may I have a tiny sliver? Just on my social media sites I mean. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and yes, even now, a page on Twitter as well. It would mean a great deal to me if you followed or liked me over on those sites as well. There are links provided just there for you. I’m down bad, as the kids say! 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 anything and everything my friends!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Even in these drearier months,
As the year winds down,
There is still such beauty in the sky,
In the very air,
A titian blanket across the clouds,
And the perfume of distant bonfires,
The crisp wind swirls about you,
A cloak of winter imminent,
There is a serenity in autumn,
A composure unmatched in the years youth,

The dusk is here,
So drink in the tangerine sky,
Remember the summer times,
And feel the chill on your cheek,
Before the light finally dies.

The night winds down,
The inebriated and buzzed have retired,
Leaving you in the alehouse,
Only you and your beer,
Your pint-sized oracle,
Cupped in your hands,
An amber scrying pool,
Carbonated images on its surface,

As soon as your lips touch the liquid,
Magic happens,
Memories come flooding back,
Like so much ethanol,
Every kiss ever shared,
Every mountain ever climbed,
Every project ever aced,
Each failure for some balance,

The drink plays these photo rolls in your head,
Leaving you with this,
A cloak of reminders,
To keep you warm on the way home.

We are all aliens to one another,
We all look different,
Speak differing tongues,
And our brains can be extra-terrestrial,
But diplomacy is always the way,
Space exploration through words,
Through harmony,

They say men are from Mars,
And women are from Venus,
But I disagree,
In truth every one is a galaxy,
Full of planets of memories,
And poems riding comets,
Orbiting a pulsing scarlet sun,

Maybe we are all Martians,
But hearts are universal,
They reach across nebulae,
So leave your ray guns at home,
Instead wield your universal translator,
And make first contact,
For love moves at lightspeed.

He was a stickman,
A replica of a person,
Brought to life upon a page,
To a ballpoint mother,
Hastily penned and slightly smudged,

Art was his life,
His heartbeat,
The page was his home,
The quill was his ligaments,
And the ink his blood,

He dreamed big,
Ideas and scenarios always roiling in his head,
Fantasies in his circular head,
Of endeavours and monuments,
Of ladyfriends and families,

Despite his aspirations,
With all of that potential,
He could only go where the pen led,
Only where the artist dictated.

Those eyes,
Oh those eyes,
Just like Medusa,
Piercing and deadly,
Tawny like spite,
Her gaze is flanked by numerous serpents,
Like a scaled bouquet for a crown,
She chokes you with her speech,
An invisible anaconda,
A his slithering on every word,
The venom almost visible on the air,

She hates what you did to her,
How you punished her,
Cursed her,
But she can punish you now,
Goddess or not,
You try to flee,
Yet the body rebels,
She has you,
In her coils and vision,
You’ll be stone soon,
Masonry for your own ruined temple.

I remember a girl,
An acquaintance,
She received a locket for her twentieth,
A gift from her ailing mother,
And from her grandma before her,
Passed down through generations,
Women across the centuries,
Like a relic of Salem witches,

A silver ravens skull holding a crescent,
Amethysts set into its eyes,
Into this token of quicksilver,
She fused all of her hopes,
All of her dreams,
Infused in her most lonesome nights,
They blended with the dreams of her foremothers,
A gossamer tether through the ages,

I do wonder,
When and if the time comes,
Will she too bequeath it to a daughter?
Add a new link to the chain,
I would hope so,
It’d be a shame for this feminine connection to end,
For the locket to be lost,
Forgotten in the mists.

Good day inmates!

At least it is for all of you. So the gloom has sort of lingered into this week for me I’m afraid my friends. But I’m fairly confident that there’s light beginning to shine through now. I don’t want to go on about it like I did a bit last week, but I thought it was worth acknowledging at least. So, what’s going on in the world right now? There’s that rather awful World Cup over in Qatar I suppose, I’m glad that I don’t really like sports because it doesn’t seem good how that whole event has come about. There does seem to be a significant amount of corruption involved I daresay. Money always seems to take precedence doesn’t it? A sad state of affairs.

You know what isn’t a sad state of affairs? The Harlequins writing music! Oh yes indeed. Did anybody see todays poem clue? It gave me shivers just to post it, to be honest.

I’ll just pull the plaster straight off. Todays musical theme is the ocean. Or water. For those of you who know me a bit better, it may not come as a surprise that I didn’t quite enjoy looking at pictures for todays theme clue. For those are newer to the asylum (Welcome, by the way), I’m maybe just a tiny bit afraid of being in water. I’m fine with baths and showers etc, but I don’t like being in deeper water, especially if it’s going on my face. It’s a tad embarrassing, but there you go. It’s one of the most important substances on Earth. It is life. It is mystery. It is sorrow. It can also be adventure. It is many things to many different people in all manner of worldly cultures. To some people it is a livelihood. To others it is an obstacle to be overcome. But for us today, it’s going to be inspiration for five wonderful musical artists. See? I get to the point eventually.

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

Nathan Evans – Wellerman

Peter Hollens – Daughter Of The Sea

Carrie Underwood – Something In The Water

Boy In Space – Drown

Pearl Jam – Oceans

And there we have it! If I didn’t fear the water, I’d envision myself floating on some rubber ring while I listen to these songs. Quite a variety there don’t you think? I hope that you enjoy the choices I’ve included this week and that you check out all of these artists in your own time as well. Consider that homework eh? Haha!

Speaking of homework, I may have double for you. You see, the asylum has a few social media sites that don’t get much love out there. I have a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and amazingly, still a page on Twitter as well. Please consider following and liking me over on those sites as well. Links are included here as ever. 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 and stay safe out there!

The Fog

Posted: Nov 22, 2022 in Poems, Random thoughts, Writing

We are lost,
Each and every one of us,
Lost in a forest,
Swimming blindly in fog,
The mist encroaches on us,
Like the approach of a predator,
In the greyscale murk,
The compass spins in confusion,
Direction has become meaningless,

We’ll wander aimlessly,
Until the gloom lifts,
Lost spirits amidst the pines,
The dead trees dance in the periphery,
Shapes of things unknown pass by,
Souls equally as adrift,
We are all blind,
Mayhap we always have been,
Before and after the fog.

At the end of the world,
Under magmatic skies,
A place I see in my fevered dreams,
Only one thing still walks the wastes,
Man had become a monster,
A titan of flesh and bone,
An amalgamated frankenstein of the populace,
Eight billion bodies bound together,
Making up muscles of great scale,
Still trying to reach out,
Still crying out in discord,
Each step was met with cracks and tearing,
Bone organ and ligament,
Agony fuelling each movement,

Humanity had finally become what it deserved,
A collosal corpse,
Its transit was a cacophony of pain,
Even under the distant rumbles of its tread,
I could still hear the wailing.