Posts Tagged ‘Bloggers’

Time to put the universe to rights,
I shed my fabric skin,
The shower opens up,
The senate has begun,

In this congress of glass,
The water pours,
I establish my assertion,
To the shampoos present,

To the bottle senators in the room,
To the shower gels and sponges,
I pontificate,
And argue astutely,

With a confidence,
Invisible at all other times,
And a shrewd reasoning,
That drains away as the aqua ceases,

All clean,
I’ve won the argument,
I’ve cracked the problem,
The water is their applause,

It fades down the drain.

I’m a cult of one,
An acolyte of the written word,
Cloaked in a dressing gown robe,
I sit at this altar,
This writing desk,
My sacrificial pen in my clutches,

I begin the ritual,
My bloodshot mind’s eye,
Calls to dark places,
This page is the sacrifice,
To the voices between worlds,
The leaden weight of baneful gods,

By the end,
I am all sweat and aches,
The ritual is complete,
The words are on the damned page,
Creative aether,
Madness in letters.

Hello to all my fellow inmates!

Here’s hoping that you’re all having a suitably crazy day. I suppose you could say the world has gone mad recently. More mad than any asylum! I don’t believe i’ve seen the likes of this worldwide panic in my lifetime. It’s safe to say that this panic is very much justified though. I’m down to my last two energy drinks! It’s simply a scary time to be alive.

I hope that you are all keeping safe regardless. Try to think about other people in these trying times. It is a case of helping each other, even if that means simply staying at our homes. The medical services need us to help contain this coronavirus. As an aside, i’d also suggest calling people that are alone at the moment, such as the elderly. Just a phone call to check they’re doing alright, aren’t alone and aren’t desperate for any supplies. There’s a PSA from me to you. Haha!

So, it’s time for another edition of the Harlequins writing music today. My regular (or not so regular) carnival of musical artists whom I listen to while I write. They offer company and inspiration to me in a vast array of ways. I’m thinking that I ought to display some positive and upbeat sounding music today. We all need a little dance in our quarantines eh?

So, just me as we delve into the musical minds of virtuous artists the world over!

Reel big Fish – Sell Out
http://www.reel-big-fish.com/

Earth, Wind & Fire – September
http://www.earthwindandfire.com/

Smash Mouth – All Star
https://www.smashmouth.com/

The Ohmz – Seven Nation Army
https://www.facebook.com/theohmz/

Major Lazer – Lean On
https://majorlazer.com/

So there we have it for another edition of the Harlequins writing music!

As always, one hopes that you give all of these artists a gander. They certainly all deserve it. It should also be said that they may help keep your spirits up in your quarantines!

Just quickly, if you like what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-Fi page! Thanks!

So, until next time, I bid you a very crazy (and safe) day inmates!

My mum,
Mother,
The strongest woman I know,
You offer me unparalleled succor,
Protecting me,
Teaching me,
Thank you a million times over,

Wherever you are,
Is home to me,
You brought me into this world,
And now you help me through it,
A stable hand on my shoulder,
Guiding me,
Thank you for being there,

I’d not be me,
Without your love,
The words,
I love you,
They’re not enough,
Not by magnitudes,
Thank you for everything.

I see my target,
Surrounded by craters and husks of society,
Caked in mud and gory detritus,
He must have fought for hours,
Days even,
No matter,

A sniper feels no mercy,
I align my reticule,
Let’s take a look at this prey,
I’ve prowled his unit all week,
Drenched and weary,
Not much longer,

I wonder if he misses home,
His mother must miss him,
His father must be crestfallen,
Their son was conscripted,
But soon to be sent home,
In a bag of his own,

He’s a young man,
Surely a beau of his village,
Glint of a wedding ring,
She must be beautiful,
Wonder if they have children,
He’s not coming home little ones,

He glances fearfully about,
The lightning bolt before the trigger,
Time to earn my pay,
I breathe in,
And smirk,
For him the war is over.

He stands,
At the gates of society,
In the biting storm,
Unhindered,
More sturdy than any wall,

Adorned in gothic plate,
A companion of countless campaigns,
He had no time for a family,
For he was called to war,
More imposing than any bastion,

He is decorated,
Both in medals,
And in brutal scars,
Trophies of crusades both fair and foul,
More watchful than any optics,

He lives to vanquish vandals,
And to protect innocent souls,
Even as his body fails him,
We all salute thee,
The mighty man-at-arms.

I come to you all,
With my rickety cart,
And my dingy regalia,
Fashion of the bubonic,

Bring out your dead,
Keep your corpses,
They were doomed from the start,
I mean the real dead,

Your dignity,
Your common sense,
Your decorum,
Your sanity,

They gasped their last,
While you rot alongside your stupidity,
Society is a cadaver,
To be taken and burned,

I drudge through your muck,
Ringing a hopeless bell,
Society dies,
Before its denizens do,

Bring out your dead.

Hello there inmates!

As always I hope that you’re having a very crazy day! Things have been running at top rate here at the asylum. I’ve sort of got into a routine with my writing and various other things around the home. I’m writing more and, in my opinion, it’s gotten better! It’s helped with my recent trouble with mental illness enormously. It has to be said that the fact that people are reading and seemingly are enjoying my work has been a real boost. If even one person reads one of my poems, i’m over the moon!

While i’m on the subject, some shameful self-promotion once again! I’d be overjoyed if anyone would support the blog over at the Ko-fi page. Anything helps! Haha!

So, on to the purpose of todays post. The Harlequins writing music! As usual, i’m going to share with you all some of the menagerie of musical geniuses that I listen to and draw inspiration from. I implore you all to check some of them out. You never know, you may just find your new favourite band!

So, once again, join me as we delve into the musical minds of estimable artists the world over!

8 Graves – Bury Me Low
https://www.8graves.com/

AFI – Silver And Cold
http://afireinside.net/

Gary Numan – My Name Is Ruin
http://garynuman.com/

Pink – Funhouse
https://h2bh.pinkspage.com/

Depeche Mode – Enjoy The Silence
http://www.depechemode.com/

So there we have it for yet another scribbling of the Harlequins writing music!

A few well known artists there for a change eh? Popularity doesn’t preclude inspiration or creativity after all. I hope you show these artists some love all the same! They all deserve it in my eyes! I hope to see you all in the next post! I think it’s almost time for another poem don’t you? Haha!

So, until next time, have a very barmy day inmates!

The mouthpieces call,
Will we be spared this carnage?
The end times surely,
Pandemic panic,
Masks are amassed,

The fools plead,
Who is to fall next?
We’ll all gasp our last,
Deflective delirium,
The dead are used,

Hazmats pour in,
As reason spills out,
Our sense drained like a sore,

We should ask ourselves,
What is cloaked by this plague?
What is hidden by our hysteria?

A corona can blind.

I’m sat at the back,
Dingy club surroundings,
Absinthe in my claws,
The candles grow dim,
But she still performs,

The stage was hers alone,
Only a burgundy chair to her side,
She’s a goddess of the cabaret,
An alluring dame,
Captivating but classy,

Her dance is magic,
A playful caper,
Twirling and teasing,
Accentuating each curve,
A risqué play,

Her burlesque sorcery,
Always with a sultry smirk,
Ascends this seedy club,
To heights of grandeur,
It’d never seen,

My eyes never leave her form,
As I take another sip,
My darling,
My burlesque lady.