Posts Tagged ‘Happiness’

In these scorching months,
Me and the sun continue our samba,
It’s this crimson dance we do every year,
Me and that solar predator,
Nuclear in her vivacity and brilliance,
Our dancefloor is the open blue sky,
My skin gripes in the heat,
Painted red in the radiation,

I don’t scream,
Even as my flesh sizzles,
The mercury rising is the chorus we sway to,
I’m a glowing one,
This summer dance cannot go on long enough,
I revel in the swelter,
My sweat only the toll I pay,
To not feel the grip of winter again.

Hello inmates!

How are you all doing? I’m quite fab, thanks! I hope that you are all doing alright and keeping safe out there. I’ve had a really nice week myself. Not exactly eventful, but I’ve been feeling pretty good. It seems like the country is more or less opening up fully next week, according to the news. Just in time for the weather to turn nasty I imagine! Haha! I’m looking forward to being out and about a bit more. Everyone seems more positive at the moment, which is so nice to see.

As some of you may have noticed, I’ve been on something of a true crime spree this week. I’ve been watching loads of videos about various killers and criminal events. A particular shout out to a Youtube channel called Bailey Sarian, which Tash and I watch fairly often. She has quite a curious style where she fuses two of her major interests: true crime and makeup. I’ve always been interested in learning about true crime stories and serial killers, so watching her has been quite eye-opening. Bit morbid I know! It’s probably no secret that serial killers and murderers have been influences in many of my works over the years. This week in particular with poems like ‘Spencer’.

So, let’s look at something more cheery eh? Some Harlequins writing music! I’m going to get straight into it this week as it’s all about excitement. Todays theme is joy. Oh yes indeed! We all feel it, we all know it. You could probably think of a song that exudes happiness as soon as you read that line. I know I can. So many artists like to write about happy times and the positive sides to life. I rarely do myself I’ll admit, but even so it’s a well-trodden road for poetry and music. Songs about the primal feeling of joy. Tunes that make you want to get up and dance a jig! Want to hear my choices for some jolly anthems?

So, let’s delve into the musical minds of giddy artists the world over!

Bob Marley – Don’t Worry Be Happy
https://www.bobmarley.com/

Earth, Wind & Fire – September
https://www.earthwindandfire.com/

Marshmello – Summer
https://www.youtube.com/c/marshmellomusic

Pharrell Williams – Happy
https://www.pharrellwilliams.com/

R.E.M – Shiny Happy People
https://remhq.com/

And there we have it!

Everybody feeling more jolly after all that? I was very tempted to have a slight boogie myself. I hope that these choices were to your liking my friends. We all need a little light and giddiness in our lives at times, especially in the darkest spots. Here’s hoping I’ve put a wee little smile on your faces out there!

So, let’s drop some social media mess here eh? The asylum has a presence in multiple places. Always check back on my contact page for anything new that is added. I have a page on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page on Twitter as well. Also, if you like what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting my over at the Ko-Fi page. Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Isn’t life just the worst?
I’ve noticed an abominable pattern,
The brain weaves tales of hyperbole,
Exaggerations you take at face value,
Negative truths in inverted commas,
Detractors to your mood,

That inner voice speaks thus,
You look like a troll without a bridge,
Your intelligence quotient is microscopic,
Not a single soul wants to abide you,
This depressive ache weighs a ton,
You’re the only human to experience this,

These embellishments sound like realities in your glum mood,
It would be easy to let them reduce you to a husk,
But only one truth should be central,
One to be taken to heart,
You’re the best you the world has ever seen,
That is no hyperbole,

Remember that.

I do wonder to myself,
Is being nice such a strain?
All humans struggle with it,
Even this wretched clown,
Humanity is programmed to choose himself,
Niceness and generosity are akin to naivete,

But why not be a strangers sun?
Even during a stormy day,
Be a reason for someone to smile,
Give your loose change to a vagrant,
Hold the door for anybody,
Donate that stray dog a blanket,

Being nice is not a sign of weakness,
It is the strength to overlook mankind’s faults,
It could be a tiny gesture of in-consequence,
But maybe the only light someone will see,
Be the sun,
Be kind.

A continuation of sorts of ‘Kabuto’.

Kneeling by myself,
I meditate in the morning rays,
The scent of last nights sake still on my lips,
Glancing to the floor before me,
I sight my trusty blade coated,
Each blood drip whispered of victory,

Strewn around me eviscerated are demons,
Negative oni,
They beset me in the twilight,
With claw and cynical words,
Unaware of my training,
I follow bushido now,

My new virtues are my strength,
And my katana follows suit,
Loyalty fell duplicity,
Honesty decapitated corruption,
Compassion cut down cruelty,
Courage disemboweled anxiety,

Once the deed was done,
I reflected upon my newfound ethics,
My positive armour and virtuous kenjutsu,
Evil will no longer bring me to my knees,
I’m a warrior now,
A samurai.

Today is the day,
Onwards to greater pastures,
The restraints are broken,
Harlequin unleashed,
A cocoon is split open,
A goliath of a moth,
Flying off to a new home,
Harlequin anew,

My grin shall no longer be painted,
My hat no longer worn low,
My dance no more sedated,
Harlequin run riot,
The future begins now,
A vivid lease of life,
The rest of time,
Begins with a single footfall,

Harlequin onwards.

I’m sure I have a gremlin on my back,
Like a corpse from the past,
A beating heart under the floorboards,
I know not his motive,
Merely that he enjoys to scathe me,
He’s a creature of vitriol,
A sprite of malice,
I can only feel his weight,

He hates me,
And I hate him,

Gripping tightly to my shoulders,
Biting and scratching,
Whispering cruel nothings into my ear,
Reminding me of that dark time,
And those times,
The time with the fists,
And the coldness,
The time with the tears in the black,

He hates me,
And I hate him,

But you know,
I grow weary of his exaltations,
I seek a new life,
I’m going to grab him by the horns,
And suplex that wretch into the earth,
Crack every malicious chopstick in his body,
No more negativity,
I have a life to lead,

He hates me,
And I beat him.

A counterpart of sorts of ‘Grey Skies’.

I took a stroll this afternoon,
Along a stony road of optimism,
To ponder the world,
And my future in it,

The cerulean sky,
It stretches on to infinity,
The grey has lifted,
I can see the sun finally,

The sky cheers me on,
A heavenly audience of hope,
I smile freely and openly,
Among the solar spotlights,

The wisps of sprightly cloud,
They tell me,
Even misery fades into freedom,
Sadness is not made of chains,

Progress and smile onwards,
I return home a better man,
The grey clouds,
They are forgotten for eternity.

A flash,
A light comes on,
In the recesses of your mind,
All becomes clear,
A eureka moment,

A flicker of a synapse,
A blazing sun is born,
An idea,
A solution,
A wish,

When the puzzle assembles,
Ideas become reality,
Your masterpiece,
Your Adonis,
Your Mona Lisa,

A split second,
Is the cortex of creativity,
Your fulcrum,
To wield as leverage,
To pry your art from nothingness,

Even the stars up high,
Appear obscured,
By the flash of your moment,
That euphoric realisation,
There is nothing like it.

On my strolls at twilight,
Through the astral,
Not asleep but not waking,
I’ve seen things you wouldn’t believe,
Alien worlds lie out there,

There is horror in the cosmos,
It’s true,
But there is also wonder,
Things of rapturous spectacle,
Fey and whimsical,

Flowing hills of chromatic grass,
Blue flower beds that soothe the soul,
Placid beasts of all forms,
Butterflies that taste of candy,
Rain that sings a playful chorus,

It’s indistinguishable from a dream,
But perhaps these lands are born of imagination,
A painting from the mind,
The human mind is a glorious thing after all,
A god in your head,

Grab your hat,
Come with me,
Let’s walk the cosmic gardens,
Let’s get lost in the bizarre charm,
A euphoric adventure.