The Screen

I know that monitor is not just a device,
I know what it means to you,
It’s your social safe space,
The real world was always too bitter,
You met these souls without seeing their faces,
Side by side exploring myriad galaxies,
Across battlefields rendered in digital space,
Amicable rivalries upon podiums that never were,
They were and are real,
They are not mere pixels and handles,
They are friends,
Past and present,
And perhaps future also,
People not profiles,
Place a hand upon the screen,
You can feel their palms against yours.

Black Sheep

Is there herd immunity to loneliness?
I find myself something of a black sheep,
Not in familial terms,
But societal ones,
I find myself overmuch grazing alone,

These ebony rags of wool grow tiresome,
I hate how they suit me,
Like this I despise my form,
The mealy stench of my visage and attitude,
The feeble and disgusting sound of my bleat,

I have played the misanthropic loner for long enough,
I’d much rather be part of that herd,
Their grass looks far greener,
I don’t want to be me,
Can I instead be one of them?

Some writing music: Part 103

Hello again inmates!

Having a nice day? I certainly hope so. Me? Oh, I’ve been alright I suppose. Trudging along as I usually do, you know? I seem to be finding myself sleeping a whole lot more than usual. I daresay my new medication is to blame. I’m not exactly complaining, but it’s a little concerning. It’s early days though, It may well stabilise yet. It’s not even been a week. Think of me eh? Haha!

Anyway, enough of that nonsense! You’re here for some music, not for my whining! Who happened to see my clue today? Anybody? It was over on my social media. I hope somebody got it.

Well, todays musical theme is friendship! Oh yes! A very important facet of human life. Friendship and companionship. It’s something I’ve realised more-so in recent years. Even the most nihilistic and misanthropic of us needs others. Even if we deny it. We are social animals, so even the most miserable of us will suffer without any contact from other humans. This need for connection is a common trait in many artists music. It doesn’t have to romantic, they can be singing or writing about friends or even family. It could even be allies in a more distant sense. Many musical artists material can be dealing with joy of having friends around them, talking about the connections that friends have in a more metaphorical way or even missing a friend for whichever reason. It’s a rather broad subject once more. Let’s try and scratch the surface and get started eh?

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

Adam Lambert – Better Than I Know Myself
https://www.adamlambert.net/

FRND – Friend
https://www.facebook.com/frnd69

Killswitch Engage – Us Against The World
http://www.killswitchengage.com/

Randy Newman – You’ve Got A Friend In Me
http://www.randynewman.com/

Tenacious D – Dude (I Totally Miss You)
https://www.tenaciousd.com/

And there we have it! How was that one? Lots of bro-tastic and friendly songs there eh? I hope that you give each of these artists a good look, as they all deserve it. Go and check them all out. They each have lots of phenomenal songs in general. Listen to them with your friends eh?

So, let’s have some social media nonsense. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account over on Instagram and a page over on Twitter. Please consider liking and following me over on those sites. If you really 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!

Synastry

Souls be bound,
Occupying spaces within each other,
A synchronicity spanning star systems,
Soulmates under an astrological plan,
Designs with axes where two souls’ synastry can be observed,
The key is in the natal signs,
Locations of hearts etched on a chart,
Horoscopes blended together,

Humans are not mere flesh,
Though men are from Mars,
And women from Venus,
Souls are the domain of the very suns,
From Aries to Pisces,
Bound by birth date and name,
Under stars and astral bodies,
Compatibility left to the flux of the universe.

Card Heralds

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.

Angler Fish

My foolish friend,
Swim far away from that woman,
She is an angler fish,
A hunter with brunette flair,
Flourishing that bright façade of harmony,
Put fathoms betwixt you,
Make for friendly coral reefs,

The world can be an airless abyss indeed,
But don’t make for the first lure of promise,
Don’t heed her tantalising light,
The fleeting warmth shall turn to thrashing pain,
Her smile shifting to puncturing fangs,
Those lidless dead eyes will feel no remorse,
As she tears you limb from heart,

Swim far away.

No Friends

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.

Unfriending

The cursor hovers over the icon,
A pointed attack helicopter,
Over that barren pixel siberia,
The mouse quivers,
Hesitant,
Is this the necessary action?
Do we leave them in the past?

Time has put continents between us,
Our correspondence becoming more an endangered animal,
Now a dodo,
An eager button is finally depressed,
Is it a friendship that needs to die?
Contact to be terminated?
Or is it merely your use is ended?

Intent Of A Letter

Someone must be told,
You sit down to scribble,
A message must be bestowed,
Your current mood is a catalyst,
To drive ahead this heartfelt endeavour,
What shall be the purpose?

What shall this clay golem of characters say?
You scratch varied runes into this parchment,
The magic of emotional discourse,
In ink of tears and smiles,
The reds of disappointment and fury,
The emeralds of jealousy and want,

Your reasons for this missive may be myriad,
Romance or notification or malice,
Meticulously cast upon each word and period,
So that they may confer a spell upon the reader,
A soft caress or spiteful outburst in letters,
Ending with a best regards and an array of X’s.

Lockjaw

Compatriots we are face to face,
Barely inches apart,
Strenuous palpitations almost audible,
There is so much to be said,
I begin to broach my mouth,
Tongue longing to prattle sentiment,

But the jaw rebels at once,
Grinding to a painful halt,
Hamstringing my longing tongue,
Leaving so many words unsaid,
Prisoners to a cruel muscle spasm,
But did they truly deserve to be uttered?

Or has your jaw defended your character?