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Hello there inmates!

How are you all? Having a fun week? My week has been reasonably busy, both in writing and “IRL” stuff. I’m not a great fan of adulting! Is anyone? Responsibility can be such a drag can’t it? Anywho, it’s been a productive one. I’ve been really happy with what I’ve produced this week. I realise a few of my poems have been reasonably heavy in content, particularly on the subject of depression and self-hate. I appreciate the few comments of support and concern I received, but I assure you I’m doing alright. Writing about it is really the best way to deal with it. Is anybody else like that?

So, it’s a wednesday which means it’s time for some writing music! Again, there is a theme for todays post. I dropped a clue for it on the social media and I wonder if anybody had any theories!

The theme for todays edition of the Harlequins writing music is horror! Oh yes, probably among my favourite genres of film and reading material. From the shadow of Nosferatu to the dream demon Freddy Krueger! The racing pulse brought on by a tense killer chase or the lingering dread of a unnatural haunting. Many of these things have greatly influenced my writing and even inspiring specific poems (such as Slasher and Horror Icons). It influences a great many music artists as well. Even the most horrific imagery has been used in many artists work, whether it be in the musical construction itself or the use of graphic imagery in music videos or the bands image. I love monsters and true crime, two subjects that many music artists have latched on to in their musical repertoire. So, do you want to hear some? As you can imagine, some of these choices may contain explicit material, for those worried about such things.

Now, join me as we delve into the musical minds of frightful artists the world over!

SKYND – Gary Heidnik
https://skynd-music.com/

Mushroomhead – We Are The Truth
https://mushroomhead.com/

Creature Feature – Buried Alive
http://www.creaturefeaturemusic.com/

Crankdat – Horror Hour
https://www.facebook.com/crankdat/

Ghostemane – Hydrochloride
https://www.ghostemane.com/

And there we have it!

Spooked out enough? I was spoiled for choice if I’m honest; I had ideas such as creepy lullabies, some other electronica, countless metal bands and every painted freak out there. No offence to painted freaks of course, I am one! I just intended to choose a good variance in the genres and artists, because above all, the music is the primary reason. I think these artists show different kinds of horror. Monsters, mad killers and ghosts, oh my! I hope you enjoy my choices and aren’t over-scared by them!

So, how about some freaky social media spiel! The asylum has a presence on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page on Twitter. Please think about following and liking me on those, it really helps me out! Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the madhouse, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page! Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

There are things out there,
Things older than Father Time,
Heretical creatures of eyes and tentacles,
Multitudes of alien flesh,
Designs impossible in nature,

Rejected by sunlight,
They regard the world as fodder,
To look upon them is to witness insanity manifest,
To combat them madness itself,
Simply ask the husks of their victims,

We’ve been told,
If it bleeds we can kill it,
But what if it doesn’t bleed?
What if it is of the stars?
An abomination of a god.

The day finds its demise,
Tossing and turning,
My rest is interrupted by eldritch fingers,
Emanating a foul energy,
Tentacles in my mind,

I dream of fathoms deep,
To airless environs,
Where even fish dare not venture,
Waters claimed by spectres and arcane chants,
Where the sun and sanity both drown,

Something stirs,
Eyeing the surface with a million oculi,
A million definitions of mad hunger,
Watching a world it seeks to extinguish,
A million maws curling into grins.

I heard tell of a creature,
Of a freakish beast that defies description,
A being of abominable flux,
An insult to nature,
With a form only describable with foul anecdotes,
It’s body spurns logic or sanity,

Tentacles like rotten eels,
An oily rat king writhing against reason,
A tongue that prattles heresy,
Uttering sounds like glass shattering post-collision,
Skin of indeterminable shade and composition,
Teeth attached to fingers attached to hair,

I recoiled at the sight,
A visual stench I could not wash away,
A memory that reeks of nonsensical atrocity.

Do you hear the chanting?
Esoteric words upon piscine lips,
Hymns out to sea,
A burg willfully forgotten by humanity,
A fishermans haven turned nightmare,
Towers held aloft by stone tentacles,
This decrepit ruin of a town contains a dark secret,
Even the moon looks away in fear,

Prayers made amidst undertow and rock pools,
Bubbles and salty mist rise up in chorus,
A cacophony of groans and briny gargles,
Praise to a god not dead but sleeping,
At once the chanting dies away,
A dire shape appears under the waves,
A hunger unknowable,
An apocalypse summoned,

Dagon.

This book,
This necronomicon,
A manual of madness,

The book is a key of sorts,
To the weird,
To the insane,

To the eyes beyond the stars,
The voices in the dark,
The old ones,

Each passage is a sermon,
The names within call to you,
Tentacles writhe excitedly among the pages,

They see into you,
They reach across the cosmos,
They’re coming.

Hello there inmates!

I hope you’re all having a great day. It’s Halloween! Or some may call it; Samhain, Hallow’s Eve or All Saint’s Eve! It’s the holiday of scares, it’s the time for spooks and scares and the best day of the year for dressing up like a loony. Halloween is like a second birthday to me. It’s the only day of the year I can dress as the Harlequin and not get darkly sinister looks from strangers. It’s a time for monsters, a time for haunted places and a time for standing under the glory of the full moon. I have frequented many a Halloween party in my time and they are always the best. It is my favorite holiday (in concept) and I adore it!

I thought I’d do something a little different today. Instead of writing a poem or piece of writing specifically for this special day, I’m going to post some links to some of my freakiest and spookiest poems on the blog. Similar to what I did in my “Reminiscing On Previous Madness” from a while back. I decided to do this simply because I tend to write a lot of poetry that could fit quite well with Halloween. It’s a celebration of my weirdness I suppose. I’m going to showcase my favorite poems about monsters, serial killers, ghosts and the moon. These are some of my personal favorite poems in general too, to be honest.

So here goes, prepare to be mystified and terrified! Oh, and enjoy!

Tarquin
It wouldn’t be Halloween without creepy or otherwise otherworldly house servants. Tarquin is a poem about one such man. A poem about an ungrateful (and murderous) butler.

Ghost Of A Clown
A small set of haiku’s about an ethereal clown with dark intentions. You’re not afraid of clowns are you?

King Of Scythes
The undead are a staple of Halloween. This is a poem about the monarch of the mortuary, the lord of the underworld, the king of the dead. Ghosts, skeletons and ghouls, oh my!

The Old gods
Halloween. HP Lovecraft. Cthulhu. Enough said?

Cannibal Heart
This probably fits more into horror rather than Halloween, but I’d say that cannibals and killers are monsters too. Cannibal is a tragic poem of one such monster.

Grinning Moon
The moon is a symbol of Halloween. Whenever you see a “Halloweeny” picture, you can bet your bottom dollar that there will be a full moon in it. It is as sinister as it is beautiful, and this poem reflects that.

A Bloody Legacy
Serial killers are the monsters that reside within human society. They can be anybody you see. They could be me, they could be you, they could be that guy standing right behind you right now. Don’t turn around, it’ll only provoke him! This is a poem written from the point of view of a particularly dire killer.

Festival Of Blood
A continuation of sorts of A Bloody Legacy. Even serial killers have homes, they too need to take a load off after a long day of maiming innocents. Allow this one to describe his den to you. In very graphic detail.

Beast Of Eyes
The night can bring out all manner of terrifying beasts, from the out-rightly brutal to the devilishly subtle. This being is an original creation of mine. I wrote a poem describing its desire to kill with a glance. Or several. Enjoy!

So there you have it my friends! I hope you check out some of my older poems, it does mean a lot. I hope that you enjoy what I have posted, and that you aren’t too spooked! Ha! There may or not be another post later on tonight, something of a more musical nature. We shall see how the time goes! For now though, I hope you all have a very happy Halloween and that you enjoy this very special day!

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And as always, have a very crazy day!

They are coming,
Darkness is looming,
Peril is converging,
Fear is rising,
Despair is flourishing,
Madness is burgeoning,
They are coming.

They are here,
Defenses are crumbling,
Armies are routing,
Cities are smouldering,
Nooses are swinging,
Corpses are rotting,
They are here.

They have won,
Civilization is lost,
Hope is deceased,
Maws are chomping,
Tentacles are writhing,
Oculi are glaring,
They have won.

The Old Gods are attendant.

OldGod

Greetings inmates.

I’ve got a short one this time. I promise it will actually be short this time. You see, i had an interesting idea the other day. I explained it to Lee and she seemed to think it was a pretty good idea, despite my inability at the time to explain it very well. My mind was quite literally all over the place. I must have been rambling like a lunatic again! I’ll try to explain it a bit better here today. You see, it’s an idea for a new segment for the blog. I believe segment is the right term for it anyway. A bit like my writing music segment, for example.

As anybody who has read my blog knows, WorldofHarley is an asylum for creative derangement and originative absurdity. I picture it as a literal insane asylum that holds my poems and stories, with the inmates milling about here and there. I’m not entirely clear where this thought came from originally, but it is how i view my blog for what ever reason. Anyway, my segment idea was going to be called something along the lines of “Asylum Escapees”. Each ‘chapter’, if you will, of this segment would surround a different music artist, writer or actor who is known for their eccentricity or unusual characters. For example, Marilyn Manson, Till Lindemann or HP Lovecraft. I’d basically write about how each of these people were a fictional asylum escapee and how they’ve escaped. I’d also use the same opportunity to write about what i love about them and their work, from the perspective of a fictional doctor.

I just wanted to try a different kind of writing while still keeping to my “style”, if it can be called as such. Variety is the spice of life after all. So, i implore anybody who reads to tell me if they like this idea and perhaps make some suggestions? Any and all thoughts are appreciated, as always!

Have a very crazy day inmates! Oh, and happy St. Patrick’s day!