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I was spawned without logic,
Without reason,
A vacuum behind the eyes,
Only a glitzy nebula in the gap,
My mind must be locked up elsewhere,
Incarcerated in absentia,

Reason has formed a bogeyman,
Trying to drag me away,
To mundanity,
But I won’t go,
I’m fleeing sanity,
Cloaked in oddity,

I live as a madman,
Bereft of marbles,
Skipping gleefully along the path,
Sidestepping what you call common sense,
Seeing carousels and masquerades everywhere,
Persisting on this demented track.

The sun is fervent,
And the fields of green surround us,
Nature in all its splendour,
And its authority,
A patchwork of reeds and moss,
Tarmac snaking betwixt,
Hay fever winds and manure vistas,
A million little legs within the grass confines,
Fur and feather and carapace,
The fields of green are all around,
Pulsing,
Encroaching.

As I sit here,
Reclined in my own squalor,
The good townsfolk pass by,
They call me an abomination,
A troll under the bridge,
An insult to decorum,

They call me mutant,
It is true I’m misbegotten,
Birth was not kind to me,
Inflicting this contorted form upon me,
Certainly no gift,
This repugnant chimera of a body,

I linger only in the dark places,
Mother nature,
I know that she loves me not,
The flower petals said so,
This story has no happy ending,
I was never meant to be.

Every book is a wellspring,
Dripping with the exertions of an artist,
An acolyte of the quill,
Each and every tome,
It is a font,
A primordial soup upon parchment,
Birthing life on every page,
Bursting forth galaxies in mental geysers,

It draws stories in your minds eye,
Worlds that never were,
Fantasy and science fiction,
Horror and romance,
It is succour to a soul in this grey land,
A taste of aqua for a dying man,
An escape,
Until the book covers meet.

I’m somewhat mercurial,
A revenant of flesh,
I drift about as if on a breeze,
Missed calls and messages on read,
I’m a periphery person,
Never in true focus,
Ever on the outside,
I’ll be a stranger to a friend one moment,
And a friend to a stranger the next,

My whims deviate on a dime,
I’m not duplicitous,
Not double-dealing,
No ill will do I intend,
My mood and soul are just pulled all over,
Dragged as if by shifting tides,
To each cardinal direction,
Wishing for solitude in one breath,
And longing for companionship the next.

While walking these stone alleyways,
Those blank faces drifting by,
They’re all fighting demons you can’t see,
Beasts the likes of which you’d never imagine,
Shadow critters,
Ghouls and wraiths,
Dragging them down like gravity,
Clawed appendages slumped over shoulders,
A spiteful piggyback,
Suffering may lead some to appear surly,
Cruel even,
The world eats away at us all,
You too have your demons,
So don’t judge,

Together we’re winning the war.

Hello there inmates!

How goes your week so far? Exceedingly well I hope! Getting everything in your personal worlds done and dusted eh? I admit I had a bit of a slump early in the week, but that has since passed. I suppose posting poems like ‘Memento’ or ‘Remembering’ may have given my low mood away, but I assure you I’m rather good now. The weather here has been a bit schizophrenic as well, rain one minute then blue sky the next. Here was me thinking I belonged in an asylum, but I think the weather does more so. At least it’s been warmer!

Enough nonsense for now anyways. How about some music? The Harlequins writing music to be specific. Did anybody see the clue today? It was a good one I swear! You should have seen it! Oh well, you’ll get some music today anyways, I forgive you.

So, the theme for todays writing music is rather fabulous one! The theme for today is female empowerment! Oh yes indeed! This one is for all of those mothers, sisters, aunts and grandmommies! This was sort of inspired by the situation over in the US right now with the current abortion law fiasco. It has made me very sad to say the least, and after talking to a good friend over the pond, I wanted to show some form of solidarity with the good ladies who are having their rights threatened. Not only that, but there are some really good bops that can be centred around lifting up the ladies in your life. Many artists have written songs about how much they love their femininity, grace or maternal instinct. Songs about how girls can do anything that a man can do. Songs about a girls night out. I’m sure the list goes on! So, let’s see what I can come up with and hopefully I do you goddesses some justice eh?

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

Shania Twain – Man! I Feel Like A Woman
https://www.shaniatwain.com/

Alicia Keys – Superwoman
https://www.aliciakeys.com/

Iggy Azalea – Fancy
https://iggyazalea.com/

The HU – Song of Women
https://www.thehuofficial.com/

Stevie Wonder – Isn’t She Lovely
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Stevie_Wonder

And there we have it! I know that this has been a slightly different kind of writing music post today, but I do hope that you all enjoy this one. Even without the nonsense going on in the US, I think it’s important to show love to the ladies in our lives, whether they be family or friends. Please check out all of these artists, they all deserve the attention. I feel like you may know the majority of these ones.

Speaking of showing love, mind if I steal a bit? Social media love that is! The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account over on Instagram and a Twitter page as well! Please consider liking me over on those sites as well. 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!

As always, have a very crazy day inmates!

These scars left upon me,
Each papercut from a photograph,
Each tear drawn from a fond anecdote,
Or the sting of a familiar song,
They’re biting heirlooms of a time long gone,
A man long dead,
And the wraith who loved him,

As the events of those golden days fade,
As the flower petals moulder,
And tender gifts are consigned to the loft,
I’m left with the immaterial pangs,
The true souvenir of a heartbreak,
Physical knick-knacks have their sway,
But the upset is the real memento.

Oh you old patriarchs,
With your blue pill brawn,
Do not test that dame,
For her body is her own,
Your book has no sway over her,
Nor her every sister,

She is not cattle,
She is an alpha,
She heeds no leash,
She is beautiful but fierce,
She is primal but regal,
She is every woman,

Even with your pewter gavels,
Never think you can tame her,
She speaks to wolves,
And she sees you,
She has her fangs bared,
And she’ll tear apart your fetid podium.

We glide through heaven daily,
Battered like a hot air balloon,
Swirled through lifes winds,
Thrown to and fro,
As the worlds zephyrs are thrown against us,
Heartbreaks and triumphs evolutions,
Air pressure in all directions agitated,
The beat of life is an ebb and flow,
No clear route is existent,
An ascent after a swoop,
And back again,
There’ll always be another climb,
So keep flying.