A crossroads in my life,
I remember it well,

Mundanity one way,
A tiresome future,
A pointless existence,
Eccentricity over yonder,
The way of the top hat,
The path of the face-paint,

I chose the only path I could,

Now I jaunt along it,
A cane in one gloved hand,
And a pen in the other,
A jester marotte in my pocket,
My top hat standing tall,
A capricious design upon my face,

Where my grin goes,
Kaleidoscopic and macabre images follow me,
There can be no end to the madness,
This procession of the asylum continues.

MFM Team

The Laughing Man

WorldofHarley

My candles breathed their last,
I decided to take a walk with the full moon,
A dark shape crossed my path,
An unnerving smirk upon its countenance,
Disconcerting yet darkly welcoming,
Fangs glistening like daggers in the moonlight.

A mad grin,
An infectious grin,
Piercing eyes,
Unblinking eyes,
An obfuscated form,
Even more obscure intentions.

He greeted me warmly,
Every sentence punctuated with a giggle,
He explained his way of life,
To laugh was to live,
All else was misery he said,
Life and death were simply gags.

His laughter spoke to me,
Like friendly advice I could not ignore,
Each cackle was a poem,
Every chuckle a sonnet,
Each chortle was a well-formed argument,
It told me of things wonderful and unseen.

His laughter seduced me,
It revitalized me like a shot of adrenaline,
Like a lifestyle I’d shamefully missed
His guffawing opened a gateway,
An expression of joy…

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We are criminals,
We are dead men walking,
Smugglers and felons all,

A pall falls over our vessel,
A dark mist,
A palpable guilt,
As if the sea knows our illicit purpose,

A distant lighthouse stands guard,
Its light is our doom,
The tension is tangible,

The white coast is a reminder that we are outcasts,
The cliffs tell us we are doomed,
The chines call with a foil behind their backs,
The surf tries to drag us to the gallows,

Our vessel a prize for the law,
Our cargo a trophy for Customs,
The disquietude is discernible,

Waves lash at the hull like blades,
A far-off sentry spies us,
The sea knows,
The sea grins.

Smuggler

Hello there inmates!

I hope you’re all having a wonderfully mad day. It’s been something of a busy week, between writing and real life work. Regrettably, life is always the greatest obstacle to writing, this profession we all love. If reality is a maze, then literary art is the treasure and life is the Minotaur. I’ve been getting plenty of poems out and I aim to keep this current pace up! I’m quite happy with how my recent poems have gone so far and I like to think people seem to be liking them a lot. So that’s good! It’s nice to get pleasant comments from you lovely people. Hopefully soon I’ll also get around to continuing with my Daetrolos and Asylum Mythos writing, if anybody reading remembers those. Hehe.

It’s time for part 17 of the Harlequins writing music! Today I will have another list of five bands that I like to listen to while I write. Occasionally I dance around the room while these are playing, but keep that to yourself! I also tend to sit back and relax while I play this music, which helps enormously when I’m trying to come up with new ideas for a poem or story. As always, the music I listen to comes from a great variety of genres. I try not to limit myself to one kind of music. Inspiration comes from the most unexpected of places after all.

Now, let us delve into the musical minds of exalted artists the world over!

Blue Oyster Cult – Don’t Fear The Reaper
http://www.blueoystercult.com/

Poldoore – Solstice
https://www.facebook.com/Poldoore/

16 Volt – Suffering You
https://www.facebook.com/Poldoore/

Metallica – Enter Sandman
https://metallica.com/

Daft Punk – Around The World
https://www.daftpunk.com/

So there we have it for another volume of the Harlequins writing music! I hope that you’ve enjoyed my choices of music in this edition. I encourage you to check them all out, even if you don’t typically enjoy certain genres. You may yet be surprised! An open mind is a creative mind.

There was one other thing I wanted to talk about quickly here at the end. I’ve been considering changing from a free plan on WordPress to a paid one. The opportunity to have my own web address/domain and eliminating advertisements are pleasing as it is, but I want to know about other benefits of doing this. Is it likely to increase traffic at all? Is it expensive? I was hoping anybody reading this would be able to tell me if it’s worth forking out money for the blog. I was hoping somebody who has a paid account could tell me how it’s helped or hindered them. Basically, I just want to know if it’s a good idea or not. If there are any good web-Samaritans out there, let me know in the comments. Thank you so much.

I hope you all have a very crazy day inmates!

A continuation of ‘Festival Of Blood‘.

I was a bad man in life,
A nightmare in a mask,
Bringing luscious bloody release to innocents,
Before my festival of gore was cut short by firing squad,
But I’m back,
I claws my way out of hell,

But something followed me,
Something wants to drag me back,
Drag me back with fang and claw,
This infernal dread has a name,
Cerberus,
A real bad doggy,

A mass of muscle and maw,
Dark as the night,
And far more foreboding,
Three canine heads of such freakishness,
A trichotomy of insatiable mouths,
Slavering with the essence of hell-fire,

I am prey now,
A target for this unholy behemoth,
This guard dog of the underworld,
Its eyes seethe with crimson voracity,
It will hunt me for all eternity,
I can only flee,

I was a serial killer,
An apex predator,
But now me and my soul are just panicky prey.

Cerberus

This is the suburbs,
Residential utopia,

Gardens disheveled and unkempt,

Children with blank faces,

Creaky marred front gates,

A young lady who hears all manner of sordid gossip,

A shed kept from prying eyes,

A policeman with lewd secrets of his own,

A community full of cliques,

A weary young man who keeps his basement locked,

A husband and wife who never look at one another,

A girlfriend head-to-toe in Stella Artois contusions,

A widow still in a black veil,

A crowded yellow school-bus never to get home,

Some utopia,
When perused closer,
Even the suburbs aren’t so idyllic.

I gaze out of my window,
And up into the sky,
That sapphire display of experiences and worlds unknown,
That projection screen for hopes and fears,
I see other worlds that are out of reach,
Or are they imaginary?

The great azure sky looms over,
Acting as a backdrop for my minds eye,
The sun illuminates it,
Acting as a catalyst for what I see,
The clouds act their little plays,
Trying to obscure the enigmas I see,

I see worlds of splendor,
I see nightmare-scapes,
I see fiends and seraphs,
Horrors unbound,
And otherworldly monsters,
Oh the monsters,

Alien worlds that are wholly unknowable,
Stars shimmering every colour of this world,
And many that are not,
Worlds of untold beauty and potential,
And worlds of misery and black lightning,
I’ve seen these before in my dreams,

Then I become cognizant of something,
I was staring into a mirror all along,
A window into the human soul.

Unknown

I have a problem,
I seem to be lacking in power recently,
I’ve never really been pushed,
I’ve never been overcharged,
I’ve never been struck by lightning,
My consciousness lacks a certain electricity,

No power,
No motivation,
No current,
No ambition,
No voltage,
No impetus,

Do I need an electrician?
A new battery?
A new transistor?
A heart-shaped motor?
An inspirational amplifier?
Does my negative have no positive?

Why do I have no power?
Does my meter need some change?

Nopower

He’s coming for me,
Even the storm outside does not cloak his steps,
Mr. Ash,
The frigid wind tries to hold him back in vain,
The rain whispers “flee”,
Each stroke of lightning is a plea of “run!”,

My attempts at going underground failed,
My thieving insult to him will be repaid in blood,
I glance out of the window fearfully,
I see him nearing even in the black,
It’s like staring into evil itself,
It’s like looking at the apocalypse in slow motion,

A demon,
A God,
Or something altogether more alien,
Long spindly limbs,
Pale and hairless,
He is dressed literally to kill,

His emaciated limbs bear barbarous claws,
Claws that have ended lives since time began,
And perhaps even before,
His mad eyes are wide open,
His grin filled with murderous intent,
He’s coming for me,

His form appeared at my door,
That grin still glistening,
Despite the horror that was about to ensue,
His rangy form must nearly crouch,
But I still feel like a frightened child,
The monster under the bed is real,

Even the bravest slink in terror,
And fear the name of Mr. Ash,
Even the maddest see reason,
And fear the name of Mr. Ash,
Even as my body is torn limb from limb,
The storm continues unabated.

MrAsh

Good day fellow inmates!

I hope you’re all having a wonderful day, week and year so far! I’m beginning to get back into this writing malarkey after what seems to be ages. Life in the world of Jack has been a bit tumultuous recently but I think we’re starting to get back to normality finally. It’s been too long since my last post, a number of months at least. Unforgivable I say! I hope you liked my latest poem called Hateful God, I’m quite happy with it to be honest. I’m less happy that I couldn’t post one of my drawings on it due to technical problems. I assure you the webcam responsible has been fired, along with the individuals who hired the webcam. Haha!

So it’s time for part 16 of the Harlequins writing music! It’s quite shocking that I’ve made 16 of these since WorldofHarley started. Here’s hoping nobody has gotten bored of them yet. So, for those of you who may be new to the asylum that is my blog, writing music is quite literally a collection of posts about the music that I enjoy listening to whilst I write. The bands and songs involved are from a large variety of genres. I could be listening to the “phat” beat of a dubstep song one day, but listen to the elegant musings of classical music the next. I give most music a chance to amaze me! I hope they amaze you as well! So here goes!

Now, let us delve into the musical minds of masterly artists the world over!

Kansas – Carry On Wayward Son
http://kansasband.com/

Chas & Dave – Ain’t No Pleasing You
http://www.chasndave.net/

Owl City – Deer In The Headlights
http://www.owlcitymusic.com/

Stan Ridgway – Camouflage
http://www.stanridgway.com/

RED – Already Over
http://www.redmusiconline.com/

So there we have it for another edition of the Harlequins writing music! I hope that you’ve enjoyed this post and that you’ve heard some music that resonates with you! I encourage you to check out all of these artists, they’re quite simply great! My opinion of course! Perhaps give my older writing music posts a chance too, they’re getting lonely back there in the archive. Just search “music” in the search bar over there, you may find a band you’ll fall in love with!

I think it’s also worth mentioning that WorldofHarley has existed for three years now! WordPress thought it’d be nice to tell me. Ain’t that kind of them? So, I extend a warm thank you to everyone who has viewed, liked and followed the blog so far. You’re all great! Or mad. Or both. So anyway…

Until next time, have a very crazy day inmates!