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When you imagine an artist,
You do not see me,
You see a noble practitioner of the word,
Your Tolkiens and Pratchetts,
Not me,
Not this freak with a pen,

I’m no artist,
I’m a monster of art,
My process is more of a hunt,
Deranged savagery in each stroke,
Less the orchestration of an artistic vision,
And more the dismemberment of prose,

The words I scribble are the meat,
The meanings behind them are a bitter aftertaste,
A happy accident,
Rending phrase from stanza,
Mutilating rather than composing,
Poetry coming from a state of psychosis,

I’ve read the greats,
My fangs were cut on their work,
This creature is a deviation from their ways,
I write because I must,
Perhaps one day,
I’ll write this monster a happy ending.

Like gravity or time,
Domination is a force of nature,
A state of mind that crawls in insidiously at first,
It is a kind of madness,
Corrupting the souls of powerful men,
Leading them to utilise that will against lesser souls,

They become cold tyrants,
All meat hooks and whips,
Little Kaisers commanding grey legions,
Dominating the masses with the force of steel,
Turning neighbours into archenemies,
Fear of the ball gag and boots heel,

The desire to impose ones will,
It is a plague with no cure,
To which even the virtuous hold vulnerability,
It is a fact of life,
As long as two souls remain on Earth,
Somebody will wish to dominate another.

This battle has ground on too long,
Our leaden provisions are loaded,
A thousand metal hailstones,
Placed carefully into our artifice of death,
Our own mouth of hell,

The power I have at hand is grimly palpable,
I need only turn this crank,
And hundreds of lives will end in gore,
Rotate sight and fire,
They told me there was honour in battle,

The order is given,
It’s us or them,
Rotate sight and fire,
Our engine of death rattles in rage,
Cutting down uniforms like chaff,

Despite the hellfire,
I feel cold,
There is no honour in this,
Warfare has become manufacture,
Rotate sight and fire.

There is tell of a fallen angel,
Feathers replaced with horns,
Some epitome of spite,
And of this we are taught to fear,
Lauded as some ultimate enemy,
But I say different,

The devil is an amateur,
Way out of his infernal depth,
Ultimate evil sits in coffee shops and sips lattes,
A creature as studious as it is destructive,
Whose ingenuity has moulded countless systems of abuse,
It chokes the land not in lies but toxic waste,

The devil should just retire,
Last I checked we wore serpent skins,
Extinction is just in a days work,
Even Lucifer ought fear the mailed fist of man,
Both in location and scale of evil,
Humanity is punching down.

I heard tell of a witch,
A maiden in this harvest season,
A lady in an obsidian regalia,
Where she walks the flock congregates,
A winged host of subjects,
Upon her word do they fly,
She walks paths lost to man,
She is the mother of ravens,
She is never alone,
She is nature,
She is death,
She carries the murder in her soul,

The Morrigan

There is a weight upon my spine,
I don’t recognise it,
A small body holding twin instruments,
It feels primate in nature,
A simian struggle exists on my shoulders,
A quaint fez and maroon waistcoat,

The beats of its being ring true,
I recognise every clang,
They scream in my ears,
Every hateful fact I have embodied,
Each fault resounded in shrill tones,
Every tone of my inadequacy,

Nobody deserves this fate,
Not even this ghoul,
Profound cymbals against my temples,
Trowels glancing off block,
So in rage I hope you’ll endorse me,
F@#!?!K that monkey!

Hello there inmates!

How are you all doing today? Keeping this artistic forges burning hot I hope! That’s what I’ve been trying to do as well. Keeping my brain busy you know? Just trying not to let the thoughts stray too far into the darker regions. I’m back on the laptop this week as you may be able to tell. Using the WordPress app to write last weeks edition was something of a needless struggle, so I resolved to stick to the desktop version this time. I’ll be curious to hear the thoughts of everybody on that. Anybody else create their blog posts using the app? Or is that a cardinal sin?

So anyway, on to the music for this week! Did anybody get the clue for todays’ writing theme? It was a fairly evident one honestly. It was a picture of a television. So what can we deduce from that? Well, it’s not as abstruse as it could be. I’m not clever enough for that! Haha. Todays theme is simply any music that relates to television or the media. I may or may not include theme songs in there. I haven’t decided at the stage of writing this section. Music and TV go hand-in-hand as you would imagine, you can’t really have captivating television without any music right? So many shows are recognised only on the first few notes of their theme songs. One that always sticks with me is the beginning of the Simpsons theme. On a completely different note, some music talks about the negative effects that too much screen time can have upon the human psyche. Or the effects of advertising and commercialism. Again, I seem to keep going on tangents like this don’t I? Let’s just get some music going please!

So, join me as we delve into the musical minds of televised artists the world over!

Dire Straits – Money For Nothing
https://www.direstraits.com/

Jake Shears – Do The Television
https://twitter.com/jakeshears?lang=en

Frog Leap Studios – Pokemon Theme (Cover)
https://www.frogleapstudios.com/

Eisbrecher – Was Ist Hier Los?
https://www.eis-brecher.com/presse.html

Jenna Russell – Red Dwarf
https://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Jenna_Russell
http://www.howardgoodall.co.uk/

And there we have it for another edition of the Harlequins writing music! What do you think? Do you think I had a reasonable variety of television-oriented songs here? I particularly enjoyed including a couple theme songs in there. That last one is a particular favourite of mine. The show is great as well. I hope you check out all of these artists as well. They all deserve the esteem to be honest!

So, let’s be having some social media spiel! The asylum has a presence on a variety of social media platforms. I have an account on Facebook, an account over on Twitter and it also has a page on Instagram. Please consider following and subscribing me over on those pages too. I share clues for my poems a few hours ahead of time. It’s all a bit fun you know! Also, if you enjoy what I do here at the asylum, please consider supporting me over on the Ko-Fi page! Thanks for everything!

Until next week, have a very crazy day inmates!

Under thundery skies of white,
Came the rumble of tracks,
And the boom of gunnery,
A boreal front is rent open,
An iron cross enclosing upon an eastern jugular,
Hammer and sickle on the backfoot,
Surrender was no option,
And so flesh was ground against iron,
The blitzkrieg was on,

Two flags spiral around each other in dispute,
Cities and fields become their shrapnel market,
Lives were the currency paid in full,
But both fate and snow had other ideas,
The winter came to its sons aid,
Freezing fuel and choking soldiers in grey,
Another weapon against the iron cross,
Like the little emperor before,
This evil could not weather the winterstorm.

There’s a fine line between justice and crime,
And some walk that line haphazardly,
They choose not to defer to authority,
And take matters into their own hands,
Vengeance rarely looks like a courtroom,
And it is never a portrait,
More often it is spent cartridges in an alley,
Bullet and hammer and blade,
These are the tools of the vigilante,
These are the judge and jury,
And the will behind them is the executioner.

These two vocal veterans,
Battle-hardened are they indeed,
Atop opposing monolithic podiums,
They are upon the field of discourse,
Wielding scholarly tongues as arsenals,
Knights jousting in the air before them,
Fleur-de-lys amidst silver,
Words as blades,
Morning stars in each argument,

Parry and riposte,
The fronts shift as voices are heard,
Aural dogfights between gentlemen,
Neither giving too much ground,
There is decorum in this violence,
This is no bloodbath,
Who shall concede?
It matters little,
As long as knowledge is garnered by each party.