Posts Tagged ‘Family’

This table holds years,
Connections soaked into its timber,
As well as generations under its side,
Saturnalia has brought us all here,
Grandparents to parents to siblings,
Matriarch at the head as is expected,
She feeds us like she holds us together,
Roasties and more variety than a butcher,
We’re all together,
As one,
As a family,
Around this table.

This nursery is held often out of sight,
Behind church walls and ragged hedge lines,
Out of mind,
At least that’s the hope,
This garden of corpses,
Decorated by obelisks and headstones,
It’s home to crops like you and I,
Planted here by fate and chance,

The rows are a series of stories carved into granite,
This old soil holds more than morbid botany,
There are memories planted here,
From babes cooing to final embraces,
Joy and rancor and fear preserved,
Every romance and broken heart under the sun,
All eventually find themselves interred here,
Along with worms and flies,

Awaiting a harvest that will never come.

All is quiet and pure under the christmas lights,
Families finally resting their heads,
With the younglings awaiting he in the red coat,
But be sure they are deserving,
Or they invite the Krampus,
The dark element of the holiday season,

A mountain of matted fur and goat horns,
Eerily shrieking basket upon his back,
Hooves upon the perturbed snow,
He likes to punish those bad boys and girls,
The ones who spit and mock the infirm,
And purloin them from their sobbing sires,

So young ones,
You better be good,
Show respect and eat your greens,
Or he’ll chase you giggling all the while,
You won’t be spared the birch rod,
And be whisked away by cloven hoof.

Stories are kept upon a knifes edge,
Stashed in libraries laid on precipices,
Entropy claws out at them,
A howling void that knows only hunger,
These repositories are locked by closed lips,
The only keys are held by our elders,
To be passed down father to son,
Matriarch to daughter,
And as the adage utters,
Each time an old man dies,
The library of Alexandria burns anew,
Pillaged by raiders of time,
And the stories are gone,
Wisdom lost to the pyre,
If not passed on by generational torch.

Down those hospital stairs,
That chilly room is a sterile graveyard,
Clad in cold iron doors,
In place of stone markers,
Names replaced by codes on little tags,
Souls preserved just past the point of death,

Their stories will never rot though,
Even entropy can’t rewrite time,
This body here was a tyrant among tyrants,
This one has saved orphans abroad,
Over here we have an artist to succeed Picasso,
This one here was a master thief,

The lights behind their eyes are dark,
But these husks are still receptacles of stories,
People reduced to their bodily memories,
Held in iron caskets,
To be burned to ashes,
Or rusted away by time.

We don’t deserve these four-legged friends,
Our pack brethren,
They stand with us through every blitzkrieg,
Crouched in the selfsame craters,
The most innocent of friends,
The furry definition of emotional support,
A soft paw on the leg when tears fall,
Never having to sleep alone,

Even then some spit and kick out at them,
Manifesting mans malignant mannerisms,
They say only the good go to heaven,
But I fear they are slightly amiss,
Only canines go to heaven,
For dogs are angels whilst humans are devils,
They are not mere beasts,
They are family.

In that old photograph,
That two-dimensional coffin,
I see a different funerary rite,
Morbidity crossed with sentiment,
It retains a person as they were,
Holding their face from the rot,

The glazed and sad eyes,
The agape jaw,
The hands that’ll never caress again,
The erosion of a life,
Frozen in time,
Held in amber shade for eternity,

In grim contrast does it bring comfort,
Seeing that revenant of a life,
It’s a posed denial of entropy,
That grainy image,
It’s an icon of mourning,
Memento mori.

Hello inmates!

Ahh, my own mad family! How are you all doing there? Having a decent week so far? I’m certainly hoping so! I’ve had a bit of a rough one all things considered. My bike is having some mechanical issues again unfortunately and just to top it all off, as I write this there is a pretty significant rainstorm. So that’s fun. Oh well, here’s hoping that things will improve over the next few days. On the plus side, I’ve been mostly happy with the writing I’ve concocted thus far. I especially felt that the poem “Fight” needed to be written. Purely as my own form of support to the women who are being attacked by their own representatives over in Texas. It’s like the dark ages all over again. I find it all very disturbing indeed!

Anyway, enough about that for the time being. It’s part one hundred of the Harlequins writing music today! That’s something to be happy about right? I’ll ignore those crickets I can hear and assume you all are celebrating along with me. Did anybody manage to ascertain what the theme today is? Did anybody see the clue on social media? Well let me tell you what todays theme is eh? The theme today is family!

Yep, family. We pretty much all have them, in a myriad of different forms. Whether it be the ye olde traditional nuclear family, just an simple childless couple, A group of friends or colleagues, a lady and her cat and all manner of other possibilities. Many people over history have written songs about those closest to them, many times being their families or friends. Family can mean all sorts of things. There’s ups and downs in every familial group, as you can all attest. Even simply people of similar mindsets or interests could be considered a family. Does anybody want to hear some songs that I consider family-oriented? Even though the meaning of family can differ so harshly! Let’s give it a try eh?

Join me as we delve into the musical minds of family-oriented artists the world over!

Twisted Family – The Shanklin Freak Show
https://www.facebook.com/Official.Mr.Strange

If We Have Each Other – Alec Benjamin
https://www.alecbenjamin.com/

Matricide – Munro
https://www.facebook.com/BeholdMunro/

Family – The Chainsmokers
https://thechainsmokers.com/

All Of Me – John Legend
https://www.johnlegend.com/biggerlovetour/

And there ya go my friends! What do you think of these choices eh? Quite a varied pack of musicians don’t you think? All different outlooks on what family mean. As Vin Diesel once said, family is everything. Or something like that. I don’t watch many movies. The point being, family is important. We’re social creatures, we need each other and, at the end of the day, aren’t we all one big human family on this Earth? In this asylum? Please give these artists a gander for me eh? They all deserve the attention, they are all very talented. In my eyes at least.

Let’s have some social media nonsense eh? The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account over on Instagram and account on Twitter as well. Please go over and follow me on those sites, Every view and like or follow helps more than you know! If you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page! Thanks for everything my friends and happy part 100!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

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.

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.