Posts Tagged ‘Emotive’

I am a broken jaw,
A smashed nose,
I am a fetid wound,
An injury of a being,
I require correction,
Surgery of the self,
Something has gone wrong,
An unknown contagion has rendered me inhuman,

Put me under,
Gas to kill the monster,
These doctors in their gory aprons,
They will fix my inhumanity,
Scalpels to the various pieces of my soul,
Incisions and psychiatry,
When next my eyes reflect light,
Will I awaken as a man?

We’re a secret organisation,
We tell everybody,
This is a wacky institution,
The syndicate of silly,
And we’re always open,
So open the door and climb in the window,
Wipe your hat,
And hang up those moccasins,
There’s a brew boiling in the bath,
But to business my friend,
We’re all in the basement upstairs,

So best go up the down staircase,
Don’t trip,
These stairs bite you know,
We’ve been debating,
And arguing,
And debating about arguing,
We’re scholars of senselessness,
Humans to a man,
It’s all a bit silly,
That’s undeniable,
But that’s life in a nutshell.

Is this my peak?
Are there no more skills open to me?
Do no more sides of Everest remain?
Is this my premature apotheosis?
A dead writer liable to be forgotten?

I am already savagely windswept,
Cruelly bruised and scathed,
Sweat has coloured my skin and hair,
Beaten down by the world,
Beaten down by my own closed fist,

I know not how to improve,
How to sharpen my pen,
I don’t know how to make my mark,
How to grant myself a modicum of immortality,
How to break my barbed limits,

How to be competent.

We each have something we’re searching for,
All of us,
Across the seas and tectonics,
Through the years,
It is out there somewhere,
A lost treasure,
A jewelled cache of dreams,
Hiding just out of reach,

Not an object,
No relic or chalice,
Not really,
Nothing so droll,

But something grander,
Peace or family or happiness,
Your own hearth,
Or perhaps recognition of your sweat,
An immaterial nest egg,
Something to be cherished,
Not stuffed in a museum or vault,
A true everlasting treasure,

Never stop searching my friend.

In a red and arid land far away,
An attack is mounting,
An assault on feminine autonomy,
A patriarchal drake,
Calling itself a law,
Summoned in a circle marked with quills,

Stand firm sisters and mothers,
This beast can be fought,
Nothing can burn your choice,
You are might,
You are freedom,
The summoners of this creature know this,

Jeeringly they call themselves a supreme court,
These men think themselves puppeteers,
Longing to travel back in time,
To more ignorant years,
When fiction ruled lives,
Theocracy slivering out of the cracks,

You can not back down from this,
Your bodies are your own,
Ginsburg is behind you,
Stand firm ladies,
They will not take your strength,
Your sovereignty.

Under this phosphorus curtain,
In these blood-strewn streets,
I do not believe this war will end,
Which war you ask?
The forever war,
Humanity versus humanity,
Presided over by those arms dealer divines,
Lauded by sycophants of the political class,
Soldiers are mere cents,
Towns are legal tender,

Nations become naught more than stockpiles,
Fuel for the napalm fires,
Iron and uranium and young blood,
Progeny sent into a grinder en masse,
Front lines along the bottom line,
Eradication becomes a profit all its own,
Both decades and darlings have already rotted,
There can be no ceasefire,
When populations are just another currency,
To these hollow men.


Hello there inmates!

How’s the week going for y’all? It’s been rather nice for me I’ll admit. I’ve been satisfied with my writings over the last week, just for a change. But more importantly, it was mine and Tashs 1 year anniversary on monday! We had a lovely day together and went out for a meal for the first time in my recent memory. I tried my best to give my beautiful muse a day to remember. I can be a bit of a soppy git at times. Mind you, I can be a moody git as well. That’s the human mind for you eh?

It’s time for another edition of the Harlequins writing music! I can’t believe I’ve gotten to part 99 of this madness! I’ve gone for a nice and positive theme for this weeks display. Did anybody guess from the clue I posted? You did look right?

Oh yes, the theme for todays music is dance! Bet you didn’t see that one coming. It’s true though. The rhythmic magic that humanity has turned to all kinds of art over the many years we’ve existed. Music and dance go hand in hand, for obvious reasons. The way the body moves is sometimes a subject for a song, or sometimes the music comes first and causes said movement. The two elements are like twins that have slightly different methods of exhibiting themselves. Two sides of the same coin, so to speak. The way that dance can truly make somebody’s day is something to be celebrated. I’m told it’s a form of therapy even. It’s not something I feel comfortable doing myself, but I’m glad it can help others. I’m really rambling a bit here, aren’t I? So, want to hear some music that makes me think of dancing? Let’s do this my friends!

Join me as we delve into the musical minds of bouncy artists the world over!

Dancin – Aaron Smith
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Aaron_Smith_(DJ)

PA PA YA – Babymetal
https://www.babymetal.com/en/

Night Fever – Bee Gees
https://www.beegees.com/

Superstition – Stevie Wonder
http://www.steviewonder.net/

Eiffel 65 – Blue (Da Ba Dee)
https://www.eiffel65.com/

And there we have it! I just had to include the Bee Gees, they’re the epitome of funk! I hope that these tunes give a little bounce to your day and give you that little push to get your jig on. Give them all some love for me eh? They all deserve the attention. I’ll be sad if I don’t hear that you lot have been dancing along!

Right, now for something a little less dancer-oriented! The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page over on Twitter. If you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page! Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

The past is dust,
Illusory and asphyxiating,
Memories kept in a domestic recreation,
A dolls house,
Boarded up windows and plastic veils,

Mental furniture coated in grey,
Left in that abandoned house,
Images of joy and grief,
Cracks filled with anger and serenity,
Dust unsettled by latter discourse,

It combats your urges to clean it up,
Caked deep on to chairs and tables,
Images burned into your brain,
You can’t wipe away this dust,
It remains in that house in your past.

Oh my muse,
Upon these blasted lands,
The squalls are rising,
My life is debris and cattle spinning around,
A dread tornado,
Around us the wind churn,
Encircling our embrace,
In your arms I feel no bite,
No grudge from the world,
You are safe haven,
You are serenity,
The calm in the storm,
Your heart warming me to the chill,
Beside you I am myself,
No victim to the worlds blades,
You make my being bearable,
I simply can’t attest loudly enough,
I love you.

For better or worse,
We are all connected,
Tied together by coarse rope,
As a species,
As a bacterium,

A global paradigm of togetherness,
We are bound like synapses,
We shuffle to and fro,
Working together and against,
A dice roll in every interaction,

We are our own greatest friends and foes both,
Embracing warmly while readying our knives,
But at least we have together,
Sharing this scrap of the galaxy,
For better or worse.