Lifegivers

You gave us life,
Between the both of you,
Now a troika you are,
Mother Father and Stepfather,
Your love has always been capital,
Shoulders always ready for tears,

A beginning of blood and pain,
And then decades,
Bearing us through barbs and salt,
Holding us,
Feeding us,
Supporting our hobbies,

I could not list your accolades,
There are not enough hours,
But on this day of family,
Please allow me to state,
Thank you to my parents,
For all you do.

Confetti

Oh yes,
There is joy in the air,
Visible to the eye,
Heralded in myriad colours,
A thousand little specks of paper,
Fragments of a rainbow given flight,
A host of manmade fairies,
Dancing and raving on the breeze,
I do declare,
Whatsoever the occasion,
Nuptials or Pride or a festival,
You know it is a merry time,
A time for genuine smiles,
When the confetti flies.

Passion Of Ink

Why do I write?
It’s an intricate question,
But the answer is simple,
I found a calling within the ink,
A reason for being,
An obsession perhaps,

And so I waltz with quills and vellum,
A giggling rune crafter,
Splashing ink upon dreams and fantasies,
Incubi between the lines,
Chimera of vowels and consonants,
And I’m a capable beast master,

I’ll admit it takes practice,
When I pen these brainchilds,
I’m not showing off,
Not espousing some kind of artsy manifesto,
I simply write because I love it,
I could not see myself any other way.

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.

Twin Flames

A pair of flames were born,
Twins in their splendour,
But combusted too far betwixt,
Their heat is similar but miles apart,
Flames of a different paradigm,
A different kind of heat in each heart of embers,
One azure and the other ruby,
They are attracted over fields of poppies,
Viridian yet barren all at once,
A yard of barbed wire and pitch,
Will they find one another?
Or will they exhaust themselves?
Expended in the danger of it all?

Toyshop

Ladies and gentlemen,
Younglings of every ilk,
Step right up,
To our humble abode of trifles,
Our house of silly little playthings,
A prison of giggles and vivacity,
We’ve got a toy for every ill,
Teddies and rocket ships and broken bits,
Plastic soldiers all on parade,
Building sets and clowns and consumerism,
So walk our halls of fun and dead smiles,
Shiny eyes following you as you peruse,
Oh yes indeed,
You should see it at night,
These shelves writhe like a gaggle of eels,
Wood and plastic coming to life.

Mans Best Friend

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.

Top Hat

I am not a glamourous man,
Not a Prince Charming,
More of a Grendel or Hyde,
Something akin to a blobfish in a shirt,
A weirdo,
An eccentric enemy of the state,

But when I place that crown upon my head,
That mad hatter headpiece,
Victorian fashion supreme,
I don’t care anymore,
I know that I’m finally me,
I’ll be able to grin,

With it comes the face paint,
A clown taking shape under its rim,
Madness coalescing with joy,
With this ensemble I can recover from normality,
But I fear it’d all be for naught,
If not for my top hat.

Glitter

That glamourous material,
A full spectrum of colour in my hands,
Sand of the very stars,
Both kaleidoscopic and slapdash,
Beautiful but messy,
It reflects the light,
Turning the dull into prismatic disorder,
Rainbows in powder form,
Scaring away the droll,
It rains down upon my head,
It feels good,
And looks even better,
I have become an aurora borealis,
And my joy is flaunted in response.

Some writing music: Part 100

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!