Posts Tagged ‘human condition’

Oh my,
She’s a laser beam,
Full of energy and warm light,
A powerful streak of colour,
Blazing through my dusky skies,
Inimitable,
Unobstructed,
Prismatic,

As quirky as a disco ball,
Shimmering under glitzy rays,
She’s energising as the suns glare,
Yet cutting as a Goldfinger laser,
She’s almost like science fiction,
This laser beam lady,
She lights me up like an x-ray,
A pale heart in an irradiated skeleton.

Conversations can often go awry,
Common ground crumbling underfoot,
If harmony is a creature,
A living thing,
Misunderstandings are a stake to the heart,
A fact or thought misconstrued,
Is the death of agreement after all,
A glitch,
A wound,
Emotions can be tarred,
Until logic is applied again,
Misinterpretation isn’t malice,
No harm is meant,
But misunderstandings happen.

Within a family unit,
There is often a black sheep,
A knife that doesn’t fit in the drawer,
Making incisions in its own style,
Shunned by the whole kitchen,
Reduced to a sad anecdote,

At times that individual is at fault,
A blade used for untoward purpose,
And rightly discarded,
Other times it is the family that’s wrong,
Perhaps through hate or bigotry,
Slicing haphazardly like a machete,

In that event,
Don’t succumb to the same nasty rust,
Be the blade that severs generational evil,
Don’t inflict a cutting legacy on your children,
Be better,
Cut the ties.

What inspires you?
Is it your experiences?
The scrolls where your life is written?
Is it the raw state of the Earth?
Notable or heroic figures?
Beings of fiction?
All of these are valid my friend,
Keep on being inspired,

As for me,
I’m inspired by the bizarre,
The strange and macabre,
Those whorls of the surreal I wade in,
And like psychedelic koi,
My ideas evade even my own comprehension,
Sense is a lost cause you see,
So I too shall keep being inspired.

When I wake up in the afternoon,
I put my socks on my hands,
And it’s like having friends over,
Oh the conversations we have,
The guffaws we share,
A daydream in thespian method,

I’m a weird guy you see,
A certified eccentric,
A brain of butterflies and pendulums,
A clown in pyjamas,
I have a grin of ball point ink,
And a Cheshire cat in my chest,

I’m not normal,
Of this I cannot be ashamed though,
It’s a medal of honour,
Made of teaspoons and timepieces,
It’s insanity you see,
And that’s a mindset I cotton to.

Humans are made of all sorts,
A host of exotic ingredients,
Sugar spice and some things not so nice,
Herbs and poisons,
Garlic and cyanide,
Ore and gemstones,
Don’t forget the dead flesh,

The recipe isn’t always followed,
Or perhaps one doesn’t exist,
No human is a carbon copy,
The ingredients act in flux,
The outcome always a coin toss,
Sometimes an angel emerges from the hearth,
Other times a devil.

Good (insert time of day) inmates!

How are you finding the week so far? Good I hope! Despite the recent negative things going on in the world right now. In particular my heart goes out to the ladies over in the US right now. The asylum is disgusted by what your supreme court has done. I’m not knowledgeable enough to comment on the details really, but I don’t really see a positive side right now. All I could think to do was write ‘Empires Fall’. Stay strong sisters! I’m having a little bit of a low one myself this week regrettably. I don’t know if that’s come across in the recent poems. I’m alright honestly, it’s just one of those weeks. It hasn’t stopped me writing and that’s the most important thing eh?

So, on to todays main event. The Harlequins writing music! I shared a clue for todays musical theme earlier on my social media pages. I’ve been trying to get more people (friends in particular) to follow me over on Facebook in particular. It seems I get more views from there than my other pages. Did anybody see the clue anyways? I thought it was a good one.

I mentioned the whole Roe v. Wade thing briefly a moment ago, and that may give you a good idea of our theme today. Todays theme is women. Female music artists to be specific! The fairer sex, as they say. They make up around half of the population of the world, so it stands to reason they’re equally as great at creating wonderful and thought-provoking music. I’m pretty much stating the obvious here because I think we all know about female musicians. It’s not exactly a bizarre concept. Haha! Opera singers, female rockers, popstars and a huge amount more. I’m going to try and share five of my favourite female artists here for you all to marvel at. No “girl bands” though. Certainly not a fan of those, just like boy bands.

With that said, join me as we delve into the musical minds of feminine artists the world over!

Joan Jett – I Love Rock ‘N Roll
https://www.joanjett.com/

Tarja – Until My Last Breath
http://tarjaturunen.com/home-tarja/

Adele – Send My Love (To Your New Lover)
https://www.adele.com/

Babymetal – Da Da Dance
https://www.babymetal.com/en/

Amy Winehouse – Back To Black
https://www.amywinehouse.com/

And there we have it! Obviously there were countless possible options for this particular list from every genre imaginable. Not too easy to limit it to only five, but there you go. Maybe I’ll do another list on this theme in the future. That seems like a fun idea. I hope you’ve enjoyed my choices for this week anyway, let me know what female artists you guys really enjoy. I’d love to hear of some new ones.

So, let’s get the weekly shilling out of the way eh? As previously mentioned, I’m trying to push my social media sites a little bit. So, I have a page over on Facebook, an account on Instagram and a page on Twitter as well. Please consider following me over on those as well eh? Also, if you really enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page as well. Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

We are spawned as a blank slate,
With no rhyme or reason,
A doll not yet painted,
A straw fetish not yet burned,
We’re a biological puzzle,
A mutable disasterpiece,

We shift and grow over the years,
Mutated by our experiences,
Adapting bodily to lifes toils,
Given hardier scales after each betrayal,
Sharper talons and fangs for every struggle,
Sprouting wings to follow our dreams,

Each of us adapts differently,
The beauty and horror of nature,
Decade after decade,
And trial after challenge,
We keep evolving,
Until we finally go extinct.

Who can put us down the worst?
Whom do you think?
Those closest to us of course,
Our inner circles,
They indeed have the most volatile ammo,
The most cutting,

Friends know things that enemies only guess,
They know our weaknesses,
The nicks in our cuirass,
Whether intended or not,
They can get the closest with the blade,
And strike the most vital zones,

Keep friends close,
And enemies closer they say,
But a knife is still a knife.

He comes,
In blood red overcoat and fedora,
The ultimate vampire,
A count of the night,
Now a leashed hellhound,
The charge of Sir Hellsing,
And subject to her majesty,
Hunting his own kind,
By bullet or blood magic,
The things that go bump in the dark,
Get bumped right back,
Even in the most inky of nights,
He comes.