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You apathetic dragons,
In your boardroom hoards,
Remember us?
We little people,
The public,
The ever-hungry,

We were the ones,
You trod into the muck,
We were the ones,
You left out in the cold,
We were the ones,
You used in your schemes,

Our chump change wasn’t enough,
You had to take our homes,
And the skins off our backs,
But we’re only animals,
And when we feel cornered,
We’ll even hunt dragons,

When the resources expire,
And the fires burn low,
We’ll climb your piles of gold,
In our dingy rags,
On shattered limbs,
Mad hunger saliva,

You so-called elites,
You’re going down too,
Even your power won’t save you,
From the knives of the poor,
It’s the end for you too,
We’ll eat the rich.

Hello there inmates!

Here’s hoping that you’re all having a great day in quarantine. I’ve most certainly been enjoying the fantastic weather here in the UK the last couple weeks. I’ve not been out as much as I would have liked, but there you go! It is still seeming like a rather scary time out there. Very rare to hear good news right now, which is a pity. Too many people are losing loved ones. Deaths that many of which could perhaps have been avoided. But I am still fairly confident that we shall get through this virus business and return to regular (or not) life.

So, it’s time for another edition of the Harlequins writing music! We’ve finally come to part 30! The big number thirty! I’ve been really humbled by the response to these posts, especially since I find them really quite enjoyable to make. I’m going to do something slightly different for this week’s edition. I’ve only done this once before so far. I’m going to focus on a single musical artist that I truly adore and that regularly inspires me.

This time, the artist i’ve chosen is the Poets Of The Fall. This is an absolutely fabulous rock band from Finland. Pretty easy to listen to, with deeply emotive lyrics and a staggeringly high variety of styles in their songs. Their lyrics tend to be highly surreal and metaphorical. Also, they’re delivered by the tremendous vocals of Marko Saaresto! Quite possibly my favourite vocalist out there right now. I’m going to share with you five of my favourite songs by this energising band.

Join me as we delve into the singular musical minds of Poets Of The Fall!

Poets Of The Fall – Drama For Life

Poets Of The Fall – Late Goodbye

Poets Of The Fall – My Dark Disquiet

Poets Of The Fall – Moonlight Kissed

Poets Of The Fall – Daze

So there we have it for another special volume of the Harlequins writing music!

I hope that you give this truly marvellous band a try. Their music is so varied that I feel they will likely have something for everyone. They definitely deserve further exposure! Here’s the link to their website.

Also, I hope you look forward to tomorrow’s poem. It’s making me hungry just thinking about it…

If you like what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-Fi page! Thanks for everything!

Until next week’s edition, have a very crazy day inmates!

Good day fellow inmates!

I hope that you’re all having a lovely day. It is a rather crazy time right now isn’t it? Almost out of a horror movie! No slashers or creatures of the void in sight. This whole virus business seems to have brought out the very best in humanity, but also some of the worst. I suppose humanity and fear are the ultimate horror antagonists.

Things are running fairly smoothly here at the asylum. I’m actually finding myself getting out into the sun recently. Primarily to do some gardening, but i’ve found myself sat on one of our benches to write or read. Almost fell asleep out there yesterday! Haha! It’s a glorious time of year in that sense. Pity about all the misery going around really.

So, it’s time for another volume of the Harlequins writing music today. Keep the spirits up you know? We’re almost at number 30! Originally I didn’t think I would do more than 2 or 3 of these. They are rather entertaining to create though. Plus they’re something of a mental exercise trying to remember the full names of bands or songs from the past. The noggin doesn’t work as well as it used to! So, here goes…

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

Apashe – Lord & Master
https://www.facebook.com/Apashe.Official/

Miracle Of Sound – The Path
https://www.miracleofsound.rocks/

The 1975 – A Change Of Heart
http://www.the1975.com/

Killswitch Engage – The End Of Heartache
http://www.killswitchengage.com/

Within Temptation – Memories
https://www.resist-temptation.com/

So there we have it for another tome of the Harlequins writing music!

As always, I hope that you all give some of these artists a look. Bring some rhythm into your quarantine! One hopes that these artists (and ones from previous editions) help you all cope just a tiny bit.

If you’re totally insane and you like what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-Fi page! Thanks for everything!

So, until next time, have a very crazy day inmates!

I sit here in my padded cell,
Clad in muck and detritus,
The dark as my blanket,
The lights went out eons ago,
Turns out the pills don’t work,

Alone with my thoughts,
Mental spectres,
Partners in madness,
Comrades in straitjackets,
A gang of critical voices,

Mental images of the past,
To torture me with past stupidity,
We cackle together,
Mock my mistakes historical,
A little joke at my own expense,

Always the freak,
Always the waster,
Friends who became strangers,
Deadend employments,
Ill-advised trysts,

I’m a miscreation,
I’m a wreck,
I’m a freakshow,
To the voices in the dark,
These corrupted consciences,

I’m better off here,
Friends lost the keys,
Sanity is a stillborn dream,
And with it normality,
All I can do is rock and laugh.

Hello there fellow inmates!

I hope that you’re all having a wonderfully crazy april the 1st. I’m not entirely a fan of april fools day. Always seems like the very definition of a recipe for disaster. Too many people have too many different views on what a joke comprises of. Never ends well in my experience. So, with that said, i’m not going to try to make some outlandish claim in the guise of a joke. The voices don’t find it funny you see!

Anyway, I do hope that you are all surviving your particular nations version of lockdown. It’s not really affected my life if i’m honest. We’re quite secluded here at the asylum as it is. It’s just like any other day (or week, or month). But regardless, I hope that you’re all keeping safe and making the most of this time at home. It shan’t last forever after all!

So, it’s time for another edition of the Harlequins writing music. It’s hard to believe this is the 28th edition of these! I also seem to have managed to get them to an almost weekly routine now too! This is very much unlike me. I wonder how long it shall last! Haha! Let’s have some more quarantine music shall we?

Without further adieu, join me as we delve into the musical minds of hellacious artists the world over!

Hollywood Undead – Hear Me Now
https://www.hollywoodundead.com/

Call Me Karizma – Quarantine With Me
http://www.callmekarizma.com/

Pink Floyd – Comfortably Numb
https://thelateryears.pinkfloyd.com/

WinterGatan – Marble Machine
https://wintergatan.net/

Bryce Fox – Bodies
https://www.allmusic.com/artist/bryce-fox-mn0003607798/biography

So there we have it for another volume of the Harlequins writing music!

I hope that you all give at least one of these wonderful artists a look! I varied it a reasonable amount today, to hopefully appeal to everyone just a tad. All of these artists deserve the attention in my eyes!

Oh, and before I forget, if you like what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-Fi page! Thanks as always!

So, until the next time we meet, have a very crazy day inmates!

This world is a table,
Within an asylum,
A splendorous banquet,
Graces its gingham cloth,
But most reside on the floor,

The tablecloth is stained in blood and oil,
The price of food,
The price of decadence,
It’s laden with edible blood diamonds,
Out of reach of us serfs,

But the elite pigs,
In their suits,
And cruel heels,
Feast up above us,
Conducting their debates and wars,

A crumb falls down sometimes,
A divine ambrosia,
And we swarm to it like ants,
For a chance at greatness,
Even as it’s covered in dirt and hair,

Our gluttons in power preach,
We’re all in this together,
Or so they say,
Yet I see no ladder,
Enabling us all to see the tablecloth,

This world is a table,
Within an asylum,
And we need only chew the legs.

Hello to all my fellow inmates!

Here’s hoping that you’re all having a suitably crazy day. I suppose you could say the world has gone mad recently. More mad than any asylum! I don’t believe i’ve seen the likes of this worldwide panic in my lifetime. It’s safe to say that this panic is very much justified though. I’m down to my last two energy drinks! It’s simply a scary time to be alive.

I hope that you are all keeping safe regardless. Try to think about other people in these trying times. It is a case of helping each other, even if that means simply staying at our homes. The medical services need us to help contain this coronavirus. As an aside, i’d also suggest calling people that are alone at the moment, such as the elderly. Just a phone call to check they’re doing alright, aren’t alone and aren’t desperate for any supplies. There’s a PSA from me to you. Haha!

So, it’s time for another edition of the Harlequins writing music today. My regular (or not so regular) carnival of musical artists whom I listen to while I write. They offer company and inspiration to me in a vast array of ways. I’m thinking that I ought to display some positive and upbeat sounding music today. We all need a little dance in our quarantines eh?

So, just me as we delve into the musical minds of virtuous artists the world over!

Reel big Fish – Sell Out
http://www.reel-big-fish.com/

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

Smash Mouth – All Star
https://www.smashmouth.com/

The Ohmz – Seven Nation Army
https://www.facebook.com/theohmz/

Major Lazer – Lean On
https://majorlazer.com/

So there we have it for another edition of the Harlequins writing music!

As always, one hopes that you give all of these artists a gander. They certainly all deserve it. It should also be said that they may help keep your spirits up in your quarantines!

Just quickly, if you like what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over at the Ko-Fi page! Thanks!

So, until next time, I bid you a very crazy (and safe) day inmates!

In these trying times,
We are as hounds,
Fear has us becoming dogs,
With a canine thirst,
And a hyena hunger,

Society has become a pound,
Social distance growling,
Crawling around,
With an absent master,
Scavenging from the agora,

We feast ceaselessly,
In our doghouses,
With our mates,
And our feeble pups,
Our pack at home,

The dog bowls run low,
We pant from the panic,
Only animals afterall,
Beholden to primal urges,
We are as hounds,

A thought howls to my mind,
I do wonder,
How long until we feast upon each other?

During this time of crisis,
As the world chokes,
In bile and fluids,
The beancounters are hard at work,
Estimating the cost to the land,
Not in life of course,
But that of greed,

Prosperity before people,
Finances over family,
Cash over compassion,
Rat hearts hollowed out decades ago,
They’re sweating bullets,
Productivity could be down,
As the plague drives on,

Numbers do indeed go down,
Yet only the ones with dollar signs,
Are heeded,
The actuaries titter to each other,
Rodent-like and mechanical,
Life is an acceptable loss,
The spreadsheets add up,

The world wheezes,
And once all of the cheques have bounced,
The question becomes,
Whom do we eat first?

I come to you all,
With my rickety cart,
And my dingy regalia,
Fashion of the bubonic,

Bring out your dead,
Keep your corpses,
They were doomed from the start,
I mean the real dead,

Your dignity,
Your common sense,
Your decorum,
Your sanity,

They gasped their last,
While you rot alongside your stupidity,
Society is a cadaver,
To be taken and burned,

I drudge through your muck,
Ringing a hopeless bell,
Society dies,
Before its denizens do,

Bring out your dead.