Posts Tagged ‘human nature’

Do you ever see your soul in another?
Like a beacon amidst the masses,
Dancing for your eyes only,
They’re not you but somehow familiar,
Physically diverse perhaps,
But a spiritual doppelganger,

It could be a stranger,
Or an old confidant,
But within their form,
A flaxen glow emanates,
Your soul reflected,
As if a mirror stood before you,

That spirit in the one before you,
Maybe they were always there,
Perhaps the mirror was too foggy,
Blemished by your traumas,
Perhaps you weren’t ready,
To meet a true friend.

You think of me as diabolical,
But you’re mistaken slugger,
I’m only a henchman,
I’m not evil,
I only follow orders,
Do the grunt work,

I serve the Boss,
A dictator in a lab coat,
With buzzsaws and moonbases and sharks,
Cutting secret agents in half with lasers,
They call him a doctor,
But I’ve yet to see him cure a soul,

We get shot at for him,
Mop up blood for him,
We get vaporised by him,
But we don’t complain,
It’s just the life,
The way of the minion.

Good <insert-time-of-day> inmates!

I think the heavens have permanently opened in the last week. It’s absolutely tipped it down almost every day! I’ve tried to avoid going outside as much as possible in response, though work obviously demands it. I’ve gotten lucky between showers at least. The nation has been struck with some rather bad news as I’m sure you’re all aware by now. Queen Elizabeth the 2nd passed away the other day. The typical British weather has shown up in force for the occasion and I can only assume it’s the country crying over the Queens death as well. I’m not really interested in the royal family or anything like that myself, but it will be kind of strange using the term King instead of Queen I must admit. I’m indifferent to be honest, so I’ll leave it at that.

We’re here for a more positive reason today after all! The Harlequins writing music! Back again for another week. Did anybody see the clue this time? It was a bit more on the vague side for a change. As in, it could have represented multiple possibilities. Just wow! So original! Woo! Ok, enough theatrics, let’s get on with it eh?

Todays musical theme is… Air! One of those things we all need or so I’m told. It’s all around us all of the time so I suppose it’s no wonder that it has inspired music. It’s one of those elements that gets attributed to all kinds of things, in the same vein as fire or water. Air can represent the sky, freedom, life or even knowledge. It can inspire and it can suffocate. It can be positive and adaptable or it can be a destructive tornado. As such it’s hard to pin down what particular songs could be themed around the air. It’s something you just kind of feel when listening to one, though of course there are songs that are inspired by specific air-related things too. I’ll see if I can demonstrate what I mean as I feel I don’t have the words.

Please, indulge me and join me as we delve into the musical minds of airy artists the world over!

Electric Light Orchestra – Mr Blue Sky

Tycho – Cloud Generator

Nelly Furtado – I’m Like A Bird

Altimeter – Astronought

Little Big Town – Tornado

And there we have it! Is there a draught coming through or is it just me? With any luck, that may demonstrate what I mean about air-related songs. If not, at least you still have some nice artists to listen to eh? I hope you all enjoy the choices I’ve made this week anyway. Be sure to check out all of these artists, they definitely deserve your… airtime? Har har!

So, I’ll get the last bit out of the way for you. The social media bit remember? The asylum has a few social media pages you know. I have a page over on Facebook that I’m still trying to work out how to grow, an Instagram account and a page over on Twitter as well! Please think about following or liking me over on those. 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 my friends!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Life is precious,
Like a ruby set in a ribcage,
A canary in a mineshaft,
It is the most beautiful of things,
Revealed in all elements of the world,
Waterfalls and leaves and sunlight,
The blush upon a cheek,
The uneasy clamour of a foal,

It is also fragile,
Like ceramic lungs,
Easily damaged or snuffed outright,
Entropy always bearing down,
Ribs can crack,
Light always fades,
Water always evaporates,
The canary always suffocates.

My mind was once such a sketchpad,
Paltry yet functional,
Full of images from the past,
Smiles and carousels,
Downpours and cataclysms,
Penned by revels and crises long gone,
I remembered them all,
The ink I thought was dry,

But pens sometimes leak,
The ink seeps out,
Or runs off the page,
So many faces and names,
Escaped into the aether,
Like so many convicts,
It’s nothing personal,
But my memory is only sketches,

Too finely etched,
And easily besmirched.

Life is rife with peril,
It’s a journey across lands unknown,
A yellow brick road,
Laden with trash and pennies,
No matter how far you walk,
There’ll always come a bridge,
Built upon miracles and curses,
Under which all manner of troll could hide,

It’s perilous yet unavoidable,
A turning point in some eyes,
You must cross the bridge,
Life demands it,
So keep living and walking,
Follow the road,
And cross another bridge,
And another.

I see those priests,
Clergy of every ilk,
Bowing their heads before stones,
Golden saints and bathomet statues,
Friends that don’t talk back,

They’re speaking in tongues,
Evoking this name or that,
Vocalised necromancy,
Who’s to say if their prayers are heeded,
The idols don’t respond,

After all,
How could they?
What is idolatry,
But talking to ghosts?

Society is a house of cards,
Made up of jokers,
Collapsing under its own unease,
The decadence and cruelty,
They didn’t listen,
A house can’t be built on inequality,
And fools make poor craftsmen,

When winter descends,
Some will be torched,
To heat the hearths of the rest,
And as we all fall down,
You can be sure,
The top cards will elope upon the wind,
The rest will be mulch,
A pile on the floor.

I remember once,
There was a man,
Proudly surfing the waves of stardom,
But it all changed,
When he found himself struck by grapeshot,
Battered by pearlescent deceit,
Discrediting gunpowder and iron,

Now he is a wreck at sea,
Down in the breathless dark,
Laid beside lofty ideas and fallen anchors,
Coddled by sand and whalebones,
Now only an admiral of split timber,

Despite his lavish accolades,
He was the victim of mutiny,
Not at cutlass point,
But tongues coated in spite,
He became a lesson to others,
A cautionary tale,
Not to put your head above the gunwale.

Hello there inmates!

Well it certainly is feeling like summer is well and truly coming to an end now. It’s still warm enough, but we’re definitely getting more grey skies and rainstorms (more on that shortly). It’s made work a little less exhausting but it certainly makes riding the bike a little more thorny. I’m being cautious don’t worry! How are all of you? How is the weather in your own corners of the world? Looking forward to fall/autumn? I’m mostly just excited for Halloween if I’m honest. Best holiday of the year!

So, it’s time for the Harlequins writing music isn’t it? I’m remembering that right aren’t I? I posted a clue to todays theme earlier on today that may not even be too shocking. You’ll see the inspiration almost immediately I assure you. Did anybody see it?

Sooooo… todays writing musical theme is storms! We’ve been having a fair few here in the last week. In fact, one just started as I’m writing this! Here’s hoping that no electrical circuits get taken out eh? Well, thunder, lightning and rain are common tropes when it comes to music. They can be used to represent a huge range of human concepts, from turmoil or rage, to power or sorrow. The destructive nature of storms is well-documented: flooding, lightning strikes or vicious winds. On the other hand, the majesty and beauty of Mother Nature also shines through when we talk about storms. All of this lends itself to all kinds of music, no particular genre of course. Let’s see what falls out of the clouds today eh? Musically I mean.

Please join me as we delve into the musical minds of dazzling artists the world over!

AC/DC – Thunderstruck

TheFatRat – The Storm

Casey Edwards & Victor Borba – Bury The Light

The Doors – Riders On The Storm

Enya – Storms in Africa

And there we have it once again! Feels like lightning in the air! Quite a mix there eh? I bet you could come up with some different storm/rain/lightning-related songs yourselves too. Feel free to share some, by the way. I hope you enjoy my choices for this week anyways, please consider checking out these artists, though I imagine a couple are hardly unknown. Hehe!

Speaking of unknown, did you know I have social media pages? You did? Oh. Well, I’m going to shill for myself anyway! The asylum here has a few social media sites you know, I share random stuff on them, plus clues for my poems a few hours ahead of time. The asylum has a page over on Facebook, an account on Twitter and a page over on Instagram as well. Links included for your convenience. 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 my dear inmates!