Posts Tagged ‘Family’

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.

We all feel emotion,
This is no secret,
But ofttimes we err from sharing them face-to-face,
So we turn to cards,
Bearers of feelings in lexical tack,
Unrestricted craft heralds,

We launch them aloft,
To travel like Hermes to our desired charges,
To carry our hearts in spirit,
In handwritten word,
Hieroglyphs of joy,
And they fly with no complaints for miles,

To think we entrust such emotion to such trifles,
To wish family well in trying times,
To congratulate them,
To let them know they are in your thoughts,
To disclose hidden fires to a partner,
We pour our hearts into them like a lyrical potion,

Sealed with a tongue,
And cast with an X or O.

Recently my mind has lamented,
That I no longer truly have friends,
More a rogues gallery of acquaintances,
A revolving door of faces,
Past photos with actors vanishing,
Memories growing more indistinct,
And a painfully icy feeling of seclusion,

It’s a curious kind of solitude,
I have family,
And the love of my life,
Warm aegises to preserve my life under,
Yet all else is cold and barren,
A vacuum of unread messages and meetings dubious,
Existence drags away comrades of old and repels new cohorts,

In this dingy opium den I reside,
I find myself gazing outside wistfully,
I recieve no calls,
And feel no inclination to brave the cold myself,
A vicious circle made of photoframe shards,
Loneliness begets loneliness,
Until it becomes all I am.

‘Tis the holiday season once more,
Can you hear the bells?
A chorus of Christmas cheer,
A symphony for everyone,
The winter festival of joviality is come,

I can hear it already,
The echoes of familiar voices,
The gaiety of family and friendly ovation,
The scent of turkey and bad television,
Brussel sprouts and too many liquors,

A time of togetherness,
Of forgetting this beast of a year,
The pine tree stands ready against the annual grinch,
No humbugs allowed here,
Merry Christmas to all!

This world is indeed a carousel out of control,
Run on chemical disasters and hominid mistakes,
Fuels of chaos,
Colours and shapes that don’t fit,
A turmoil our minds were not designed for,
Dulling and stress-testing our mental blades,

But on this day of mental health aid,
I proclaim to you that you are alone,
Let my words built of granite support you,
Bolster your barricades and direct your first footfall,
A whetstone to sharpen your confidence,
Enabling you to cut down your demons,

Whichever torment has assailed you,
Many others shall be whetstones for you as well,
It is a global blight,
You need only reach out,
Scores of angelic blacksmiths ready to assist,
There is no need to suffer in silence,

Please.

Today we earn our keep,
With sire and sibling,
We work through the day,
Sunrise to sundown,
Sweat becomes bricks,
While effort becomes cement,
Strain begets architecture,
Humanity breeds hovels,

Old homes become new,
To a subpar radio soundtrack,
With the muck and hammer,
Mortar and trowels,
Bricks and plaster,
We’re building a new world,
On top of an old one,
Or perhaps in spite of it.

True kin are hard to come by,
But I thankfully have one,
My brother,

We’ve always been partners in crime,
We’re very different for sure,
But also very alike,

There’s always smiles,
There’s always support,
There’s always been love,

Thank you,

You endure my melancholy,
You give me a boost out of the dark,
Always free to chat over a lager,

Thank you,

You’ve been there all along,
Always a phone call away,
My brother.

A frail old man lives upon a lost hill,
A spectre of a man,
A man with power over life and death,
He is the Necromancer,
A god over mortal flesh,
Warts and all.

A wave of the staff,
Rotting hands pulse skyward,
A chanted incantation,
Banshees shriek in the black,
A flourish of the hand,
Maggots surge from pus-filled corpses.

A sacrificial blade drips crimson,
Coffins and crypts are clawed open,
A forbidden ritual,
Bones rattle as if sentient,
A dark grin,
The dead horde begins its carnival march.

A twisted mind once filled with thoughts of family,
His rancid creations are a hollow replacement,
Their eyes no longer see,
Their minds no longer reason,
Their hearts no longer beat,
And no longer love or feel.

Necro